My joys, my sorrows, are my own;
You'll only know, what is already known.
Don't come too close, don't seek my ends,
You're just someone I know, we'll never be friends.
It is not my duty,
To clear doubts about my identity.
It for you to describe with adjectives you choose,
You may praise, you may abuse.
I have a place to be, a path to tread;
I haven't the inclination, to pay you heed.
I am what I am and I shall so be,
I'm what you think to you and me to me.
The Happy Prince
Monday, December 24, 2012
Saturday, December 01, 2012
Monday, May 16, 2011
The Girl At The Party
She sat right in front, so close;
We breathed the same air.
My heart was a festival,
And my mind its fair!
I couldnt speak! Or may be I did blabber? I don't remember :(
Like usual,
some gibberish illogical!
She was a fairy,
And that moment magical!
The Happy Prince.
We breathed the same air.
My heart was a festival,
And my mind its fair!
I couldnt speak! Or may be I did blabber? I don't remember :(
Like usual,
some gibberish illogical!
She was a fairy,
And that moment magical!
The Happy Prince.
Khushiyon ka Khazana
Jee Karta hai bant du,
Duniya me khushiyon ka aisa khazana...
Ke log tab bhi muskuraye,
Jab jaa raha ho mera janaza/
The Happy Prince.
Duniya me khushiyon ka aisa khazana...
Ke log tab bhi muskuraye,
Jab jaa raha ho mera janaza/
The Happy Prince.
Untitled
Log Mandir jaate hai,
Waha mannat milne ki aas hai.
Mai shamshaan jata hu,
Waha mangne ki fizuliyat ka ehsaas hai.
The Happy Prince.
Waha mannat milne ki aas hai.
Mai shamshaan jata hu,
Waha mangne ki fizuliyat ka ehsaas hai.
The Happy Prince.
Makbara
Bichhadne ke baad bhi,
Yaad mujhe zara rakhna.
USke liye Taj Mahal banvana,
Paas mera bhi makbara rakhna.
The Happy Prince
Yaad mujhe zara rakhna.
USke liye Taj Mahal banvana,
Paas mera bhi makbara rakhna.
The Happy Prince
Tum...
Akeli shaamon me, khud se hi;
Aksar tumhari baat karta hu.
Arsa hua tumhe bhool kar;
Fir bhi tumhe yaad karta hu...
The Happy Prince.
Aksar tumhari baat karta hu.
Arsa hua tumhe bhool kar;
Fir bhi tumhe yaad karta hu...
The Happy Prince.
Jannat
Yeh duniya badi ajeeb hai;
Yaha har koi gareeb hai.
Jise dekho mannat mang raha hai;
Khuda bhi sabko kaise dede, jab har koi jannat mang raha hai?
The Happy Prince.
Yaha har koi gareeb hai.
Jise dekho mannat mang raha hai;
Khuda bhi sabko kaise dede, jab har koi jannat mang raha hai?
The Happy Prince.
You Are Mine...
An evening, Kenny G, dinner and wine;
Let your eyes say, you are mine.
Away from the rat race, cold weather, chilly wind;
Wind on my face, clear mind.
Come close to me, let our breathes rhyme;
Let silences say, you are mine.
Lets sit over coffee and discuss the world.
Between wisdon and senility, there is a line;
Lets erase it!
Let your insanity say, you are mine.
The Happy Prince...
Let your eyes say, you are mine.
Away from the rat race, cold weather, chilly wind;
Wind on my face, clear mind.
Come close to me, let our breathes rhyme;
Let silences say, you are mine.
Lets sit over coffee and discuss the world.
Between wisdon and senility, there is a line;
Lets erase it!
Let your insanity say, you are mine.
The Happy Prince...
Friday, January 14, 2011
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Love for me still is holding a bunch of roses,
And going down on one knee.
Love for me still is you laughing,
And jocular me.
It is quietly and discreetly holding ur hand while on a walk and looking in ur eyes,
Love for me still is a promise of being honest and never telling a lies.
Love for me still means watching u as u sleep,
it still means to me to ensure that u never ever weep.
My idea of it still is pure sparkling water of a cold mountain spring.
To me it is still as simple and as innocent as a baby smiling.
The Happy Prince
And going down on one knee.
Love for me still is you laughing,
And jocular me.
It is quietly and discreetly holding ur hand while on a walk and looking in ur eyes,
Love for me still is a promise of being honest and never telling a lies.
Love for me still means watching u as u sleep,
it still means to me to ensure that u never ever weep.
My idea of it still is pure sparkling water of a cold mountain spring.
To me it is still as simple and as innocent as a baby smiling.
The Happy Prince
Dont be so engrossed in realities that u forget to dream.
Dont be so much whiskey, women n tobacco that u forget candy, balloons n ice cream.
As u grow older u'll certainly find this world is full of goons.
But so dont stop laughing on tom n jerry n other cartoons.
People will always say, this is just how the world is, swim or drown.
But its neither about accepting nor changing it, its about creating a small one of ur own.
The Happy Prince
Dont be so much whiskey, women n tobacco that u forget candy, balloons n ice cream.
As u grow older u'll certainly find this world is full of goons.
But so dont stop laughing on tom n jerry n other cartoons.
People will always say, this is just how the world is, swim or drown.
But its neither about accepting nor changing it, its about creating a small one of ur own.
The Happy Prince
Thursday, December 30, 2010
I am a poet,
But till i met u, i didn't even know it.
Till i met u, i thought "i love u" was the only way of saying "i love u".
But now i know, those words just aren't enough, they're so so few.
How do i say?,u sooth me like a starry sky on a hot sunny day?,
or how warm the cold nights become when beside me u lay?,
how do i say? There just isnt one apt way!,
i promise, i will devote my whole life, every single day,
to say i love u to u in a different new way...
Sometimes i will irritate u to the core, just to see ur angry eyes,
Sometimes, just to make u feel better, i will say something nice.
I will never never never let u feel u're all lone,
i will always tell u its u who makes my place a home.
I will fight with u coz i cant think of anything better to do,
and when u're angry enough, i will go on my knees to and say i love u.
Sometimes i will lose an argument, just coz its so satisfying to see u win,
every night when u come back home, i will ask u how ur day has been.
And on days u want to blabber,i will listen to u n shut my chatter.
And when u're sad and dont want to talk about it,
i'll try to make u laugh, discuss something more fun and forget it.
Of course there'll be times when all wont be well,
but u need to know, i believe in happy endings, i believe in fairytales.
But till i met u, i didn't even know it.
Till i met u, i thought "i love u" was the only way of saying "i love u".
But now i know, those words just aren't enough, they're so so few.
How do i say?,u sooth me like a starry sky on a hot sunny day?,
or how warm the cold nights become when beside me u lay?,
how do i say? There just isnt one apt way!,
i promise, i will devote my whole life, every single day,
to say i love u to u in a different new way...
Sometimes i will irritate u to the core, just to see ur angry eyes,
Sometimes, just to make u feel better, i will say something nice.
I will never never never let u feel u're all lone,
i will always tell u its u who makes my place a home.
I will fight with u coz i cant think of anything better to do,
and when u're angry enough, i will go on my knees to and say i love u.
Sometimes i will lose an argument, just coz its so satisfying to see u win,
every night when u come back home, i will ask u how ur day has been.
And on days u want to blabber,i will listen to u n shut my chatter.
And when u're sad and dont want to talk about it,
i'll try to make u laugh, discuss something more fun and forget it.
Of course there'll be times when all wont be well,
but u need to know, i believe in happy endings, i believe in fairytales.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Don't know who'll believe in me,
But a part of her will always live in me.
A part of me will always act like she wanted,
It'll never forget the pleasures her company granted.
When I'll see someone enjoying getting drenched in rain,
I remember her again.
Somewhere deep I'll be a little moist and hazy,
When someone cute acts adorably crazy.
Time will pass, wounds will heal..
But when I look behind,
There will always be these memories to remind...
But a part of her will always live in me.
A part of me will always act like she wanted,
It'll never forget the pleasures her company granted.
When I'll see someone enjoying getting drenched in rain,
I remember her again.
Somewhere deep I'll be a little moist and hazy,
When someone cute acts adorably crazy.
Time will pass, wounds will heal..
But when I look behind,
There will always be these memories to remind...
Saturday, July 03, 2010
You're an Indian
I enter a bar with my cousin to have a drink. The barman has put on a football game on all the TVs. Not that I don’t enjoy football but still, I wonder why would anyone put on a football game when IPL is on? So what if it’s the bottom of the table game today?
Right across me sits a babe. She’s nothing if not a sex bomb. She’s not even wearing much clothes. Which guy wouldn’t stare at her? And she’s even sucking at the butt. Yet, I choose not to look at her anymore. She’s sucking at the butt of a cigarette.
I choose to look at the other one sitting on a table to my right. She’s fully clothed. Yet she looks sensual. She’s merely accompanying her boyfriend there who’s enjoying a beer. When the waiter takes her orders she says, “A coke and a chicken tikka…”. Now, I like her even more. This is the ideal girl you would want to be with. So what if she’s not as sexy as the other one?
Later that evening, I go to an Italian restaurant for dinner. Its nothing if not ambrosia. How can a truly satisfying meal end without a paan? The moment I come out, I order a “KalKatta Meetha” at the nearest paan shop.
It’s vacation time now. I’ve been home mostly watching downloaded Hollywood flicks. Master pieces all of them. Examples of excellence in cinema. No doubt. Yet, I miss watching a “Shahrukh-KJo, larger than life, love means everything” drama sprinkled with spiced songs here and there.
I don’t believe in Nationalism. I am not patriotic at all. Yet, these are the times you realize- You’re an Indian.
Right across me sits a babe. She’s nothing if not a sex bomb. She’s not even wearing much clothes. Which guy wouldn’t stare at her? And she’s even sucking at the butt. Yet, I choose not to look at her anymore. She’s sucking at the butt of a cigarette.
I choose to look at the other one sitting on a table to my right. She’s fully clothed. Yet she looks sensual. She’s merely accompanying her boyfriend there who’s enjoying a beer. When the waiter takes her orders she says, “A coke and a chicken tikka…”. Now, I like her even more. This is the ideal girl you would want to be with. So what if she’s not as sexy as the other one?
Later that evening, I go to an Italian restaurant for dinner. Its nothing if not ambrosia. How can a truly satisfying meal end without a paan? The moment I come out, I order a “KalKatta Meetha” at the nearest paan shop.
It’s vacation time now. I’ve been home mostly watching downloaded Hollywood flicks. Master pieces all of them. Examples of excellence in cinema. No doubt. Yet, I miss watching a “Shahrukh-KJo, larger than life, love means everything” drama sprinkled with spiced songs here and there.
I don’t believe in Nationalism. I am not patriotic at all. Yet, these are the times you realize- You’re an Indian.
Toofani barish, Imli khatti or kacche aam;
Sard subah, khubsurat raat or akeli shaam…
Man ka saccha par behudd shararti baccha;
Or uski soch pagal…
Dur daraj me behta saaf thanda paani;
Shor machata taral…
Kahi ki raani koi;
Or woh log jo rakhte uska hukm sar-ankhon par…
Yaad tumhari dilate hai,
Kab hsogi phir se mujh pe? Kab baat karogi?
Pucch pucch kar satate hai…
Sard subah, khubsurat raat or akeli shaam…
Man ka saccha par behudd shararti baccha;
Or uski soch pagal…
Dur daraj me behta saaf thanda paani;
Shor machata taral…
Kahi ki raani koi;
Or woh log jo rakhte uska hukm sar-ankhon par…
Yaad tumhari dilate hai,
Kab hsogi phir se mujh pe? Kab baat karogi?
Pucch pucch kar satate hai…
It’s a weird time,
The heart does chime
But poems don’t rhyme…
Words come from Bare Act’s definitions
No emotions, no passion…
Interesting stories are heard as mere “facts”
Everyone around tells you,
“Learn to use them, learn the “tact”…”
Don’t trust anyone, take precaution
People dupe, people are not human.
This is a jungle, people are demons…
Think with reason, think logical
Life is sad
Nothing beautiful, miraculous or magical…
Rules, papers, black and white
People, cases, arguments and fights…
Miss Sharvaree, miss FC,
And miss being just a student
Rub my shoulders with serene faced, grey-haired oldies now
And hope they’ll call me “prudent…”
Time-tables are replaced by cause lists and boards
And I get dates every day but not one of them with a girl,
And every day is a roller-coaster with a twist and a twirl…
It’s a weird time,
The heart does chime
But poems don’t rhyme…
Think with reason, think logical
Life is sad
Nothing beautiful, miraculous or magical…
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