Bye Bye 06

Goodbye 2006.
Go away.
I don't want you back.

You tore everything apart, Messed up beings
What did you bring ? What are you leaving behind ?
Some broken hearts, Some wedding rings ?

Goodbye 2006.
Get lost in the whirlwinds of time.
Nobody wants you back.

I Love You

I don't know
If I'll ever tell you
Or if you'll ever know
'Coz I don't know how to show

I just want you to know
O my electric glow
I Love You...
Yeah... I still do...

Head-On

Hard rocks still pressing against my head
Seems they won't stop even if I am dead
But I'll rise above this and all
No matter how deep be the fall

Pain

Can pain mitigate pain?
May be yes....at least to some extent.....but there is a precondition : the instances should be strictly independent.
Or may be not...it can just be a transient feeling of relief that arises because of a change or a new addition to the list of pain-generating agents....what results is dilution....leading to a delusion of receding pain. But then isn't pain itself an illusion ? There is a problem then : if you consider pain to be an illusion then you will have to consider everything else too as illusion...

Wandering Alone

I am wandering alone
And it's not easy
Livin an aimless life,
Strolling along an ever changing
Promenade in the woods

A rambling mind, a broken heart...
Tumultous times striking hard
Trying to make a start
And still out of the chart

Time seems motionless
How're u doin ! dear ,
Laughs me in my face.

Every morning from the east
Fresh sunlight falls on me
Trying to make up
for the missin warmth

As the day moves on,
I get surrounded
By voices and faces
I get lost in the large crowd
Sometimes deliberately...
Lookin for someone
Who'll probably never be mine

I am wading through mirages
Braving the scorching rays
Still believing that one day
I'll find a way
To the ‘oasis’.

At Times

At times, I turn off my mind...
Don't care who is ahead
What lies behind..

Cramped feet, swollen face
You throw light,
Only to find
Reflections in disgrace..

Half asleep, half awake
I roam around
this stony jungle
Though I know it's fake..

A heavy, silent sigh
From a heavy heart
Trying to fly so high
Alas ! the wings are cut...

Clueless She

Ah! She doesn't know
How he always thinks of her
Shredding rose petals
And listening to the Beatles

He needs her so much
But his love for her is such
She doesn't have a clue
Why he always looks so blue

She is so unaware
Of the chain reations that start
In his fragile heart
When he thinks of her

She isn't near now
He can't get a glimpse
But still he can feel her
inside, somehow

His stoical self won't let
Anyone know the pain
Even she fails to understand
His loss is someone else's gain

Now he knows what is love
Now he knows what is pain
Now he knows the nature of heart
Now he knows what it is all actually

He had never imagined
This could happen to him
And whatever the future be
He'll always love his 'clueless she'

Love

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

- Neil Gaiman

Focus

Focus is a strange thing. Often, when you try very hard to focus on something, you are tormented by all sorts of distractions.You have to control your mind so much to be able to concentrate.

Then there are those rare times in life when you just 'get focussed' on to something so intensely, so uncontrollably that you stop being your 'normal self' and you don't even realise this...Then if for some reason you try to get yourself out from that feeling, that stuff, that idea...you find that all your attempts are going in vain...Your thoughts, your dreams, your desires all get watermarked by that 'something'....You try out numerous deviations but your heart and mind don't let you off at all...Just a little reference, however remote or indirect or even apparantly unrelated - and you are back to the same state. Finally you understand that 'that something' has become a part of you for the rest of your life, and that it can't be detached...no matter how hard you try(and sometimes you even don't want to try)...You are left with no other option but to learn to live with it and say : Ab to aadat si hai mujhko aise jeene mein...