Betrayed by hope!!
I was waiting for you to come back
Dint know how to say, I was taken aback
Looking back at those lovely moments we endured
Can’t wake up from dreams, is there any cure?
You remind me of the breeze that makes one refreshed
I get swayed by it, like dry leaves instead
You are the incense which makes me feel high
But you wont let me near, am I unfit for thy??
I want to pause forever, never wanna face this fact
how could I forgive you for such a cunning tact
it pricks like needles, or like fierce arrows
pierces through my heart for uncountable blows
Only your thoughts now, show a ray of hope,
deep down in my soul I know it is all fake dope
Clinging onto this slight line, I am making my life drag
I am waiting for you, knowing that you won’t come back!!
Add comment July 7, 2009
She rings too loud
It has been like a week and I can’t stop thinking about her. Yes, she is the one I am talking about, she is so cool and serene. I stare at her whenever I get a chance. Only to see, to admire her beauty, her charm, so lovely to be a spectator. To watch her working is such a delight.
She is so busy all the time. Engrossed in her work, completely, as if she does not know what is happening in the world outside. As if you could mute all the noise that is going around and inside your mind and concentrate on the needle point. She is so calm. I could never see a line of agony or negativity on her face. So controlled, so blessed and happy.
I felt this feeling in me. It is just like when you admire the nature or when you feel so blessed standing on a mountain when a stroke of cold breeze hits your face. Like when you watch fishes swimming in the water, so icy, such a symphony. This is it. This is love.
She rings too loud in my mind. I cannot stop her. It is like an orchestra, not like Linkin Park, I would say. That is killing. It is like Bob Marley, the redemption song. But this time I want to die. Is this real? Why does this happen. A music starts in your mind suddenly and everything else seems dull. Every routine day seems so long. These are the days, when I feel the best of me. It gets better every day.
She is the symbol. The symbol of purity. A sensation, a thundering. A ray of light during a rainy and cloudy dark night!
Add comment June 30, 2009
Words from my heart
- Music is love. It is the sound of love. Sound is the only way to express, to pour your heart, your love, out. I mean, it is the root, the very source of universe.
- Quality is the key. It makes you happy. It moves you an inch further to that divine energy. Hence it sells better. It has to.
- Emotion is life. Emotion is expression. It is our true nature. Be yourself, express yourself.
- I am still in control. I need more of it. I want to lose myself. This is life. This is it, the only moment, and I guess this is the only way out.
- I represent myself. I am my only salesman. I am the one who sells me best.
- Should I do it? Do I give myself to you as I would, when I feel what’s around me?
- Every moment is the bliss. Live here, die here. Take a shower and go back to work. This is it. This is the world, the only home.
- This is better than the last time. This is real good coz I am learning. This is Evolution. Yes, I am talking about Darwin’s natural selection.
- Pain is true. Pain is love. They are the same.
- Can’t I be this good all the time? Bless thyself. Let me be it. I am loving it. These are the moments, I will say.
- Music is energy. The very nature of music is therapy. It’s like going back home. It purpose is to make you feel better, that’s it. You got it.
- I cannot define sense. Is it being Sensuous or for that matter, Sensitive. Alive.
- I am living these moments. Let me have them. They add up in the end, to make my life. That’s also my age. Literally too, age means summation of the years, you were alive, yes, living.
- May be I am nearing to the best of me; my senses, my treasures, my gifts.
- Gratitude is yet to come, I think. I have stopped worrying these days. I am less scared now, relatively though, yes, that’s what I have achieved so far.
- Let me do it. Do not stop me from being me. Lets go back home. I am here to take you home. Lets go home, its time.
- She was there; I was so sure, so much that I was confident, not scared of her being there. But I guess, it’s a fair deal.
- I believe I will survive. I am a better person now, more in control, or that’s what it seems at least, and rather that is what it is supposed to be.
- They are waiting there like idiots and wanting something better to come. What an illusion! What more could come? This is the best shot. The day’s best panoramic capture by a photographer. Live now.
- If you feel alive in its presence, then it is something worth talking about. That might actually be it. Everything else is business.
- Her color is fair as clouds. Her walk is like ice, the breeze itself. Her arms are gray, slender and her clothes are gold. She moves me. There she is. She is the one.
- The best friend. She is the chilling wind of fall. I am at sea. Yeah, at sea.
- Judge anything by love. That’s it. It should move you. Love moves. It is its nature.
- Could you take me with you?
2 comments June 26, 2009
I owe this
I just want to say this
I owe this to you
although it is hard to explain
but my life wont be through
You must mean something to me
coz I don’t belong here at all
it fills my heart more everyday
that someday you will take a call
I stopped thinking long ago
but it seems farther than that
may be expressing this is just
a small part of that huge debt
Add comment June 11, 2009