I don’t know why I use this word so many times
Its become a part of me,, yet unacceptable in his lines,
He’s family since a long time now, I agree I sometimes disown,
Yet I keep coming back, with regret and full of moan
I don’t know what I’m gonna be doing in a year from now
What lifes got in store for me, I can just bow
I don’t know what it is that’ll keep me alive,
And help me get over this ugliness of life,
Im sorry are another two words, which I use too often,
For promises I didn’t keep, and faltered till they got rotten,
I expect it all the time, for him to understand,
Forgive me even when I bumble and take an unreasonable stand
I don’t know why I use these words so many times
Sorry I forgot to mention “I forgot” is one of the lines
I confess it’s the answer to most of his questions,
Telling him I got busy in my very own notions
Im trying to recall what happened in this one situation
I don’t know why I said “Sorry I forgot to mention”
He questioned me about something, I should have left a tag,
The fact that I wrote everything in a letter kept in his bag.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Why Sacrifice?
M back on the same page, where life doesn’t seem to remember the good old days,
N now at this moment, m thinking about how our joy turned into pain…
When I open my eyes, I stare….
At anything that reminds me of his smile and shiny glare
Even dreaming of him ..doesn’t spare
Makes me always think of how he shed a tear
Why cant things change..and no one be blamed
Why cant we bind, like way back in time
Why cant we walk this life…Why sacrifice!
I wish he just loves me, the way he did when we held hands and he said, he cared
I shall always surrender, The innocence can make me give away my rage and fear
Will I ever get to see his smile
The way he held my hand when we walked and talked a mile
I picked up the phone to dial,
was stopped by my mind feeling deep and so fragile
Why cant things change..and no one be blamed
Why cant we bind, like way back in time
Why cant we walk this life…Why sacrifice!
I always thought love was, giving everything that you had from all those years,
Until he gave me, what was not his but he got it cos he promised he would bear
Will I ever hear the heart beat again,
My head on his shoulder and sleeping till morning came
The way he said, Please be mine,
Forever until I die and seep back into time
Why cant things change..and no one be blamed
Why cant we bind, like way back in timeWhy cant we walk this life…Why sacrifice!
N now at this moment, m thinking about how our joy turned into pain…
When I open my eyes, I stare….
At anything that reminds me of his smile and shiny glare
Even dreaming of him ..doesn’t spare
Makes me always think of how he shed a tear
Why cant things change..and no one be blamed
Why cant we bind, like way back in time
Why cant we walk this life…Why sacrifice!
I wish he just loves me, the way he did when we held hands and he said, he cared
I shall always surrender, The innocence can make me give away my rage and fear
Will I ever get to see his smile
The way he held my hand when we walked and talked a mile
I picked up the phone to dial,
was stopped by my mind feeling deep and so fragile
Why cant things change..and no one be blamed
Why cant we bind, like way back in time
Why cant we walk this life…Why sacrifice!
I always thought love was, giving everything that you had from all those years,
Until he gave me, what was not his but he got it cos he promised he would bear
Will I ever hear the heart beat again,
My head on his shoulder and sleeping till morning came
The way he said, Please be mine,
Forever until I die and seep back into time
Why cant things change..and no one be blamed
Why cant we bind, like way back in timeWhy cant we walk this life…Why sacrifice!
Are they really special?
Why are Birthdays so special
I really dont see the zest
The other 364 days of the year are
probably better than the rest
You expect a lot
Your happiness decreases
The best friends of the year
Get busy with other pieces
The ones you left unnoticed
While you were busy with the ace of base
Make your one-day worth it
With unexpected wishes showered with grace
It’s the best time for people
To get back at you
Thinking what she did to me was not right
And feelings like, “she forgot mine too”.
I don’t blame them
for such intentional feelings
They probably don’t deserve even a thought
I’ve given them more than greetings.
I really dont see the zest
The other 364 days of the year are
probably better than the rest
You expect a lot
Your happiness decreases
The best friends of the year
Get busy with other pieces
The ones you left unnoticed
While you were busy with the ace of base
Make your one-day worth it
With unexpected wishes showered with grace
It’s the best time for people
To get back at you
Thinking what she did to me was not right
And feelings like, “she forgot mine too”.
I don’t blame them
for such intentional feelings
They probably don’t deserve even a thought
I’ve given them more than greetings.
The Golden Snitch
Others may be nice, I dun deny
The world is after all not all that sly
Family n friends are treasures to keep
The reason for ur smile every night u sleep
But theres one only, the only one
Who can peep inside me n get my pun
My senses, my nerves, work for him
Tell him all before I even feel grim
Always there like an elders finger
I hold on to it and keep on linger
Feel like a child in his arms or walls
Rescuing me from the danger calls
I always promise shall better next time
The next time seems like a promise I mime
N there I am like a naughty child
A fake regret to get him mild
The moment he thinks hes being too harsh
Lets me go and play in my marsh
The Golden snitch is what you are
Others help score but not at par.
The world is after all not all that sly
Family n friends are treasures to keep
The reason for ur smile every night u sleep
But theres one only, the only one
Who can peep inside me n get my pun
My senses, my nerves, work for him
Tell him all before I even feel grim
Always there like an elders finger
I hold on to it and keep on linger
Feel like a child in his arms or walls
Rescuing me from the danger calls
I always promise shall better next time
The next time seems like a promise I mime
N there I am like a naughty child
A fake regret to get him mild
The moment he thinks hes being too harsh
Lets me go and play in my marsh
The Golden snitch is what you are
Others help score but not at par.
The Story of his life….
Long time ago, a prince was born,
With hopes and expectations, his mother had sworn,
He would be her mainstay, her light of life,
Her reason to live, she would love in rife.
Spoilt he never was, he had it all,
He’d seen the struggle, the rich-rag wall,
The feuds, the struggle the sorrow and pain,
She always kept him away from bane.
She sent him away, she knew for good,
He inferred little, the little he could,
She cried many nights, the separation was sore,
He sensed the sobbing, and woke up with gore.
He armed himself with all he could,
Became fortified in things one should,
Back at home, the days were almost done,
Her wait had ended she would soon see her son.
N there he was, with his heart of gold,
She cried like a baby, we were later told,
He held her firm, wiped tears away,
Promised he’d never let, anyone betray.
The baddies were watchin, thinking again,
Whether they should ever look back in that lane,
She couldn’t thank Him enough, her destiny flexed,
Her exile had ended, her son was annexed.
The story hasn’t ended, he has’nt finished yet,
He hid her behind him, his mom couldn’t get,
She saw her emerge, it left an impact,
N guessed at once its time for a new act.
With hopes and expectations, his mother had sworn,
He would be her mainstay, her light of life,
Her reason to live, she would love in rife.
Spoilt he never was, he had it all,
He’d seen the struggle, the rich-rag wall,
The feuds, the struggle the sorrow and pain,
She always kept him away from bane.
She sent him away, she knew for good,
He inferred little, the little he could,
She cried many nights, the separation was sore,
He sensed the sobbing, and woke up with gore.
He armed himself with all he could,
Became fortified in things one should,
Back at home, the days were almost done,
Her wait had ended she would soon see her son.
N there he was, with his heart of gold,
She cried like a baby, we were later told,
He held her firm, wiped tears away,
Promised he’d never let, anyone betray.
The baddies were watchin, thinking again,
Whether they should ever look back in that lane,
She couldn’t thank Him enough, her destiny flexed,
Her exile had ended, her son was annexed.
The story hasn’t ended, he has’nt finished yet,
He hid her behind him, his mom couldn’t get,
She saw her emerge, it left an impact,
N guessed at once its time for a new act.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Regret
I was right besides him but he didn’t see me,
I tried to touch him but he didn’t feel me,
I wondered why he was so sad and doleful,
Then somebody came and told me that he cried all night full.
I wanted to talk to him to know what had happened,
But in no way was he going to make it happen,
Then I cried thinking he’ll now come for sure,
But I heard him cry louder than before.
I looked around and found myself standing in a graveyard,
And kissed his forehead and wished him a new start,
An angel nearby told me that he loved me more than what he did in the past,
I tried to remember when I had fought with him last.
I prayed to God to give me life again,
But God said youre being punished for giving him sorrow and pain,
I cried I sobbed I felt sorry for long,
Just then I felt a touch so strong.
He said good morning and woke me up from my dream,
And wondered why I made a silent scream,
I hugged him tight and swore to God,
I’ll undo all faults and live in accord.
So if you’ve forgiven me for my behaviour today and before,
Please know that I love you more than ever I assure,
You’ve made me think, you’ve made me speak,
You’ve made me write, so its time to acknowledge my work with joy not bleak :)
I tried to touch him but he didn’t feel me,
I wondered why he was so sad and doleful,
Then somebody came and told me that he cried all night full.
I wanted to talk to him to know what had happened,
But in no way was he going to make it happen,
Then I cried thinking he’ll now come for sure,
But I heard him cry louder than before.
I looked around and found myself standing in a graveyard,
And kissed his forehead and wished him a new start,
An angel nearby told me that he loved me more than what he did in the past,
I tried to remember when I had fought with him last.
I prayed to God to give me life again,
But God said youre being punished for giving him sorrow and pain,
I cried I sobbed I felt sorry for long,
Just then I felt a touch so strong.
He said good morning and woke me up from my dream,
And wondered why I made a silent scream,
I hugged him tight and swore to God,
I’ll undo all faults and live in accord.
So if you’ve forgiven me for my behaviour today and before,
Please know that I love you more than ever I assure,
You’ve made me think, you’ve made me speak,
You’ve made me write, so its time to acknowledge my work with joy not bleak :)
Angry, Im sure I am
Blank as this word document,
how restless do I feel,
but as I keep writing,
Does the vanity really kneel?
The things that I was sure of,
Its no more a reality,
I wonder, the conviction that I had,
Even gambled my practicality.
I’m still ready to take a chance,
Cos I know I’m so into it,
But what can one do,
If madness rules over wit.
Angry Im sure I am,
Over the crusade that I go on,
I wish the Pandora’s Box,
Had never let out ego at dawn.
From wrath to anger to disappointment,
It surely is at a downstream phase,
With tears and time perhaps,
Life may very well appraise.
I was curious to touch the screen,
To check if it was boiling hot,
Its absorbing the heat and fire,
Off my mind and fingers giving it a shot.
I know its all for me that’s been done,
But skipping emotions is not a choice,
Righteous indignation is what we go through,
A dead end and nothing else will approach with poise.
The anger shall subside and read in hush-
Its never too late you’re welcome home,
Waiting since then, exactly how you left behind,
Only if you think its your very own.
how restless do I feel,
but as I keep writing,
Does the vanity really kneel?
The things that I was sure of,
Its no more a reality,
I wonder, the conviction that I had,
Even gambled my practicality.
I’m still ready to take a chance,
Cos I know I’m so into it,
But what can one do,
If madness rules over wit.
Angry Im sure I am,
Over the crusade that I go on,
I wish the Pandora’s Box,
Had never let out ego at dawn.
From wrath to anger to disappointment,
It surely is at a downstream phase,
With tears and time perhaps,
Life may very well appraise.
I was curious to touch the screen,
To check if it was boiling hot,
Its absorbing the heat and fire,
Off my mind and fingers giving it a shot.
I know its all for me that’s been done,
But skipping emotions is not a choice,
Righteous indignation is what we go through,
A dead end and nothing else will approach with poise.
The anger shall subside and read in hush-
Its never too late you’re welcome home,
Waiting since then, exactly how you left behind,
Only if you think its your very own.
A Consultant's Diary
The story of a consultant, a lot can relate to,
I keep darkening paper, hoping for Take Two,
But nothing happens, for all ive fought,
Same people, same attitude, no matter what.
We do the sorry jobs, with sugar on the tongue,
Yes Sir Yes Ma’am, everyone beats the drum,
“You’re staying late”, there goes your party,
No one asked nor bothered about you shawty.
You do the work, slog over the weekend,
Had to send a mail, project is on a bleak bend,
And there goes your mail, you made it in time,
It rests unopened in his inbox till next lifetime.
Monday mornings, you’re up with a disinclination in mind,
Theres a meeting in office, cant help but bind,
You find you’re prime with no one around,
He rescheduled the meeting and took you for a clown.
They threaten you with your rating fated,
As if I care, Im amply inoculated,
The corporate world is surely a mess,
The best of the good ones, cede the moral dress.
I keep darkening paper, hoping for Take Two,
But nothing happens, for all ive fought,
Same people, same attitude, no matter what.
We do the sorry jobs, with sugar on the tongue,
Yes Sir Yes Ma’am, everyone beats the drum,
“You’re staying late”, there goes your party,
No one asked nor bothered about you shawty.
You do the work, slog over the weekend,
Had to send a mail, project is on a bleak bend,
And there goes your mail, you made it in time,
It rests unopened in his inbox till next lifetime.
Monday mornings, you’re up with a disinclination in mind,
Theres a meeting in office, cant help but bind,
You find you’re prime with no one around,
He rescheduled the meeting and took you for a clown.
They threaten you with your rating fated,
As if I care, Im amply inoculated,
The corporate world is surely a mess,
The best of the good ones, cede the moral dress.
N here I am...
N here I am…collecting prayers…for the one and only who has left with hope
in his heart and mind, bidding for a reason to counter his otiose life...
N here I am…counting every minute…the things that he would be doing..the thoughts that he would be nurturing…at all times..during that span of time..
N here I am…filled with feelings not alien to humans..wanting to be the middle of the roader.. gambling between Brobdingnagian losses and richly benefits…
N here I am..wanting to be optimistically poetic.. nescient of contemporary literature.. drawing focus …for Him to notice …my one and only
in his heart and mind, bidding for a reason to counter his otiose life...
N here I am…counting every minute…the things that he would be doing..the thoughts that he would be nurturing…at all times..during that span of time..
N here I am…filled with feelings not alien to humans..wanting to be the middle of the roader.. gambling between Brobdingnagian losses and richly benefits…
N here I am..wanting to be optimistically poetic.. nescient of contemporary literature.. drawing focus …for Him to notice …my one and only
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