When you were eight and I was nine,
When the days of childhood were just going fine,
What fascinated me were your expressions so true,
That was the time when I decided to be with you.
I climbed the mountains with you,
I swam the oceans with you,
Whatever you wanna do, you do,
But I'll be there for you.
When I walked down the altar with you,
And exchanged my first kiss with you,
What stole my heart were your expressions so true,
It was then that I promised - "I'll be there for you."
When we slept under the skies so blue,
And walked on the grass wet with the morning dew,
I didn't even realise te closer we drew,
But for everything, I'd been there for you.
Days, months, seasons, years, just flew,
Now is the time to bid my mortal possessions adieu,
But what remains immortal for me are your expressions so true,
'Cos I'd been there and will always be there for you.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
When Hell Broke Loose. . .
I saw you at a secluded place,
Boasting your gifted dignity and grace,
Stood at the background of the golden sunrise,
Oh! How I drowned into your eyes.
Your hair unruffled, curled and blonde,
Every moment made me more and more fond,
Seeing your femininity, I was taken by surprise,
Oh! How I drowned into your eyes.
As you approached me step by step,
I waited there with bated breath,
You carried the oomph complimented by your size,
Oh! How I drowned into your eyes.
The closer to me you drew,
Stood behind me the forest crew,
They feared that you would devour me,
With your naked body looking at me.
A voice within me said - "Why were you a lioness oh damsel?"
Even after being woken up by the alarm, I couldn't tell!
Boasting your gifted dignity and grace,
Stood at the background of the golden sunrise,
Oh! How I drowned into your eyes.
Your hair unruffled, curled and blonde,
Every moment made me more and more fond,
Seeing your femininity, I was taken by surprise,
Oh! How I drowned into your eyes.
As you approached me step by step,
I waited there with bated breath,
You carried the oomph complimented by your size,
Oh! How I drowned into your eyes.
The closer to me you drew,
Stood behind me the forest crew,
They feared that you would devour me,
With your naked body looking at me.
A voice within me said - "Why were you a lioness oh damsel?"
Even after being woken up by the alarm, I couldn't tell!
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Happy Being the only Child? Think Again...
Being the only child sans any siblings always had its advantages and disadvantages. Advantages, of course, were
that there was no need to share any damn thing on this earth that someone gives you. Everything was just mine.
There was no need to impress and flatter parents or elders for that matter to be their favourite, unlike in school where one
has to try to flatter the teacher to be her "pet".
But today when I look back, I think that the disadvantages far outweigh the advantages. The selfish and self-centered
individual is delighted at the thought of not having to share anything, but I am someone far from that. There were so
many moments where I missed the company of an elder brother. I used to be really jealous of my friends who had
elder brothers who used to dote on them. I could never experience the pleasure of growing up with an elder brother
who makes the kid brother more mature than his age. I never got the opportunity of hanging around and partying with
friends of elder bros. Apart from that, the shell that an elder brother builds around his kid bro, who means the world to
him, was always missing in my case. During my growing up days, I was baffled with a lot of problems which I thought meant the world to me. But today they seem highly trivial to me. I desperately needed someone with whom I could talk to and find a solution to them. Friends of course were the only choice for me, but your aged people could never give a good solution. The solutions I got were highly immature and today when I think of them, I am broken into bouts of laughter!!! I needed someone who was elder to me and
who had gone through a similar phase earlier. Parents, for sure, could never be approached. Situations like these make you
feel the void in your life, which can be filled only with the presence of an elder sibling.
Elder sisters are definitely more organised and they demand more discipline from the brother. They play the role of
your mother in her absence. I always thought sharing a room with an elder sister would be a nightmare, what with she always
wanting the room to be spotless, no pencil shavings on the ground, the bedsheet should be tightly pulled when you get up
from the bed, the toilet seat should not be left up after using it, the mirror should not have dried water spots on it, the soft
board should be covered with dainty feminine stuff,....phew!!! But I think an elder sister gives you a peek into the psyche
of a girl whom you might like. Knowing what girls like, always makes you more approachable, more likeable and more
popular among the fairer sex. Belonging to a boy's school, I learnt this things quite late in life, but I did learn them successfully!!
Though sisters threaten to complain at every move of yours, they do conceal you from those dreaded beatings. But the pain
when she leaves you after marrying, again leaves that void which is quite deep. You then always long for those nagging
comments from your sister which were the reasons for major quarrels. Inside your heart you know, that will never happen
for the rest of your life.
But I must say I have been successful in building an amazing support system around myself with my cousins to whom I am no
less dearer than their own siblings and friends who have been more than brothers to me. But still the feeling of having someone
with you 24/7 while growing up was never destined to be a part of my memories....
that there was no need to share any damn thing on this earth that someone gives you. Everything was just mine.
There was no need to impress and flatter parents or elders for that matter to be their favourite, unlike in school where one
has to try to flatter the teacher to be her "pet".
But today when I look back, I think that the disadvantages far outweigh the advantages. The selfish and self-centered
individual is delighted at the thought of not having to share anything, but I am someone far from that. There were so
many moments where I missed the company of an elder brother. I used to be really jealous of my friends who had
elder brothers who used to dote on them. I could never experience the pleasure of growing up with an elder brother
who makes the kid brother more mature than his age. I never got the opportunity of hanging around and partying with
friends of elder bros. Apart from that, the shell that an elder brother builds around his kid bro, who means the world to
him, was always missing in my case. During my growing up days, I was baffled with a lot of problems which I thought meant the world to me. But today they seem highly trivial to me. I desperately needed someone with whom I could talk to and find a solution to them. Friends of course were the only choice for me, but your aged people could never give a good solution. The solutions I got were highly immature and today when I think of them, I am broken into bouts of laughter!!! I needed someone who was elder to me and
who had gone through a similar phase earlier. Parents, for sure, could never be approached. Situations like these make you
feel the void in your life, which can be filled only with the presence of an elder sibling.
Elder sisters are definitely more organised and they demand more discipline from the brother. They play the role of
your mother in her absence. I always thought sharing a room with an elder sister would be a nightmare, what with she always
wanting the room to be spotless, no pencil shavings on the ground, the bedsheet should be tightly pulled when you get up
from the bed, the toilet seat should not be left up after using it, the mirror should not have dried water spots on it, the soft
board should be covered with dainty feminine stuff,....phew!!! But I think an elder sister gives you a peek into the psyche
of a girl whom you might like. Knowing what girls like, always makes you more approachable, more likeable and more
popular among the fairer sex. Belonging to a boy's school, I learnt this things quite late in life, but I did learn them successfully!!
Though sisters threaten to complain at every move of yours, they do conceal you from those dreaded beatings. But the pain
when she leaves you after marrying, again leaves that void which is quite deep. You then always long for those nagging
comments from your sister which were the reasons for major quarrels. Inside your heart you know, that will never happen
for the rest of your life.
But I must say I have been successful in building an amazing support system around myself with my cousins to whom I am no
less dearer than their own siblings and friends who have been more than brothers to me. But still the feeling of having someone
with you 24/7 while growing up was never destined to be a part of my memories....
The Wait Continues...
She waits near the telephone for it to ring,
On hearing his voice she'll have a reason to sing,
It's been months since she's got any news,
Till then the lonesome wait continues...
A teardrop rolls down her soggy eye,
As she remembers his days of childhood gone by,
He learnt to walk holding her turmeric stained fingers,
The sound of him giggling in her ears still lingers.
She remembers the mischievous smile on his face,
Which helped him exit every crime with grace,
Oh what a prankster was he,
But today where is he?
There is he on the borders protecting the nation,
He forgets there is someone waiting for him on the station,
She pictures him making his way through all the guns,
She thinks are there wars for us to lose our sons?
Her thoughts are broken by the telephone sound,
Anxiety to hear his voice makes her heart pound,
But Alas it was not he, whom she wanted to hear,
She sighs, "when will you call up oh dear?"
It's been months since she's got any news,
Till then the lonesome wait continues...
On hearing his voice she'll have a reason to sing,
It's been months since she's got any news,
Till then the lonesome wait continues...
A teardrop rolls down her soggy eye,
As she remembers his days of childhood gone by,
He learnt to walk holding her turmeric stained fingers,
The sound of him giggling in her ears still lingers.
She remembers the mischievous smile on his face,
Which helped him exit every crime with grace,
Oh what a prankster was he,
But today where is he?
There is he on the borders protecting the nation,
He forgets there is someone waiting for him on the station,
She pictures him making his way through all the guns,
She thinks are there wars for us to lose our sons?
Her thoughts are broken by the telephone sound,
Anxiety to hear his voice makes her heart pound,
But Alas it was not he, whom she wanted to hear,
She sighs, "when will you call up oh dear?"
It's been months since she's got any news,
Till then the lonesome wait continues...
My first blog ever . . .
Writing the first blog makes me feel more excited than the time I wrote my first exam ever. Generally on a first meeting, people like to introduce themselves, but I feel introducing oneself on a blog is highly LS. So the readers of this blog are skipped from my detailed introduction which is highly interesting!!!
My friend Milan writes amazing blogs and he told me that writing blogs today is one of the most convinient ways of sharing information. When I started reading blogs of people, I started getting a peek into their lives, emotions, dreams, aspirations and so many hidden aspects of their sometimes turbulent sometimes smooth lives. So then I thought why not write a blog of my own and make my self more "likeable" to people who dont know me!!!
This place is going to give me a huge space to unleash my creativity, so all those people who haven't experienced creativity for a long time now, I think you are reading the right space. I have this habit of writing melodramatic and soul stirring poems, which you guys will enjoy reading surely!!!
I thought it is quite difficult writing a good blog, but I think the moment you start typing the words that you wanted to say to a friend, ideas keep running in and the space starts filling up. But I must say I have read some amazing blogs on blogspot and I think, we bloggers must really be grateful to blogspot for giving us our own space to express our feelings and experiences.
With this I think I have succesfully written my first blog ever and I expect like minded people to patronise it by reading it and posting comments that would help me improve.
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