Sunday, June 17, 2012

Bombay rains!!!

The hustle bustle,
The dirt and grime,
The crowded trains,
All feel fine,
In Bombay rains…

Trickling down,
Wiping away frowns,
The Bombay rains come,
Putting an end to sweltering heat,
They are our heartbeat…

And all through the year,
However cursed one might feel,
Getting drenched,
In Bombay rains,
Is  surely the best way to heal…

The heaven’s showers,
Are being sent our way,
Say goodbye to all your pains,
It’s time again,
For Bombay rains…!!!!

Sunday, May 27, 2012


I always wonder why,
People take so much time to choose,
Contemplating what one would gain,
And what one would lose...

For, how are we to decide,
Where our choices shall lead?,
All we can do is accept,
The consequences of our deeds...

So why fret about our choices,
Why not just give our best?,
Instead of cowering in fear,
Gear up to face the test...

Why spend sleepless nights worrying,
Whether what we chose is right?,
Nobody ever cares about the path taken,
As long as the result is bright...

Choices don't make a man what he is,
Facing  consequences does,
And if we strive to face the consequences,
There sure would be a hero within each of us!!!

Saturday, April 28, 2012

If only memories were,
Written on a slate,
And I could wipe them off,
Before they sealed my fate,
And left me craving,
To be with you again,
Crying, Screaming,
Writhing in pain...

And if given a choice,
My life, I would write,
With graphite,
So I could erase off,
All the things,
That remind me of you,
And start over new,
But alas, however much I try,
No eraser works in real life!!!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Thank you for breaking my heart...

Expectations when not fulfilled,
Hurt one like hell,
Who will leave your side and when,
No one can really tell,
Each soul who enters your life,
Sooner or later departs,
So, thank you for breaking my heart... :)

Love and care are seldom returned,
Appreciation though sought is usually never given,
Each man, in the end, is for himself,
And every action, after all, is motive driven,
More often than not,
Trust is ripped apart,
So, thank you for breaking my heart... :)

And sometimes we end up living in dreams,
Conveniently ignoring what reality has in store,
And every once in a while, someone makes us bleed,
Preparing us to deal with more,
Everyone has to face pain and hurt,
Of life, they form an integral part,
So, thank you for breaking my heart... :)

Monday, April 9, 2012

To Pink Floyd.... The greatest band ever!!!

My version of Pink Floyd's 'Wish you were here'. Though it's not even half as good as their amazing original, just my way of paying a tribute to them... :)

"Come, come lets go back again, To where there's no pain,
Walking hand in hand,
With autumn leaves crumbling under,
Lets conquer the lands,
High mountains and desert sands...

Come lets go back again,
We'll have stories to tell,
Of all our conquests,
Of glory and love,
Drifting through and rising above,
All pain and despair,
We'll teach them to care,
Just hold my hand for once,
And all will be fair...

How I wish, how I wish you were here,
There's nothing, without you, that I can do,
Am all alone here,
Waiting for you to spread your arms,
And make me calm,
I'd have no fears,
If you were here...."

Adios, my love....

It's time....
To let go of the memories,
That I held onto for so long,
And allow you to move on,
Towards brighter tomorrows....
And so....
I carry them, snugly resting in my arms,
To the graveyard,
I dig their grave with a heavy heart,
My tears, I hope, they'll keep them warm for a while,
I lay them in slowly and seal it up,
The grave is sealed now, the burial successful,
And I walk away with pain in my eyes,
The rains aren't far,
Soon lilies shall bloom,
And the gentle winds will carry your scent to me,
I promise, I'll surely pay them a visit then,
But for now, let our memories rest in bliss,
Adios, my love,
And peace be with you!!! :)

The ink of sorrow...

What do I write,
With the ink of sorrow?,
The pain of the past,
Or the fears of tomorrow?

The ink of sorrow,
Made with the tears that fall,
It has no colour,
Can't be seen by all....

But the ink of sorrow,
it carries many a tale,
Of woe and dispair,
And of the times when words fail....

The ink of sorrow, it's precious,
You need to pay a huge price,
No begging, borrowing or stealing can fetch you,
It demands sacrifice!

Lest someday my tears run dry,
The ink of sorrow, Where do I store?,
For sometimes you simply fail to cry,
Where do I go then, for the want of more??!!

The snowman...

The jolly snowman, he stands alone,
His undying smile hides the hardships he’s borne,
The inhuman cold, the frigid bites,
The tiresome days, and the lonely nights,
He waits on, in the deadly breeze,
For the shining sun, and the lush trees,
And when spring strikes, he stands in wonder,
When all of a sudden, the earth starts shaking under,
He melts, his tears unseen, his unheard screams,
Down he flows away, right into the stream,
The poor snowman who makes everyone smile,
Life gives him no joy, not even for a while,
The poor snowman, who brooks those deadly stings,
Alas, he’ll never know the warmth of spring....

That one whip lash....

That one whip lash....
That one whip lash,
Tore through my flesh,
Down to my soul
That one whip lash,
Shattering me to parts,
That can never become whole....

All I can see now,
Is the painful deep gash,
Of that one whip lash
The ineffable fear,
Still pervades my mind,
And All I can hear now,
Is the thundering thrash,
Of that one whip lash....

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Sad and gay....

I was born, like everybody else,
I looked like any other baby boy,
My mom's warm hands comforting me,
And my dad, pampering me with toys...

I went to school, bright-eyed,each day,
I was a good student, teachers would say,
Loving friends, doting parents, life was perfect,
Till I realised, that I was gay...

Girls like boys, and boys like girls,
Then why do I not feel that way,
If God is impartial, and makes everyone the same,
How then, did I turn out to be gay??...

I do realise that I am different,
But am I so different, really?,
Why is it that me being gay,
Is the only trait that people can see...

I fear stepping out in the crowd,
People look at me in a disdainful way,
I am scared to speak out, the things I want to say,
do I have no right to live, just because I am gay?...

I always thought, loving unconditionally,
Is all that matters at the end of the day,
I never knew love had to wear
Tags like straight, lesbian and gay...

I hide my feelings in a box,
I don't want my friends to go away,
I don't want my parents to disown me,
Please don't tell them, I am gay...

I crave to be like everyone else,
For a normal life, I constantly pray,
For a day, when people wont discriminate,
And I can say with pride, that I am gay!!!

P.S. Homosexuality is not an offence. Everyone should be given an opportunity to lead their life with pride and dignity.