Hanging out alone on long lonely roads a lot after sun-set; brooding behind shut doors with the lights off is so much me. It’s not that I don’t have friends, but basically I’m a loner. I live a life inside myself. Bending down and looking into the dark deep tunnel that I am, I’m not sure if I would end up with anything sensible after any span of time. But then the end has hardly ever mattered.
/*Thoughts doing rounds*/
/*The thinking-man’s-fantasy is just a hypothesis because the thinking-man is just an oxymoron*/
Love & Peace!
Don’t be so good to me; I just in case could fall in love with you. And then I would have a new horde of problems to tackle. Don’t smile at me, when I expect you to. Don’t hold out your hand for me, every now and then. Don’t pull out a chair for me, before you sit. Don’t hold the door open for me. Don’t make me feel that you’re trying to understand me…always.
Don’t be so good to me; I just in case could fall in love with you. And then I would have a new horde of problems to tackle. Though you’re not that bad, I would have to coax myself day in and day out to believe that you’re not that good either. And that you’re just not the right guy, though you’re good at who you are.
Don’t be so good to me; I just in case could fall in love with you. I would have to stop my head from swinging in music whenever you are around. And keep it away from sinking into layers of mushy thought, with me and you in them. So, don’t try to touch my heart. Don’t dare to disturb my life at present, I’m so much at peace.
Don’t be so good to me; I just in case could fall in love with you. And then I would have a new horde of problems to tackle. Though you’re not that bad, I would have to coax myself day in and day out to believe that you’re not that good either. And that you’re just not the right guy, though you’re good at who you are.
Don’t be so good to me; I just in case could fall in love with you. I would have to stop my head from swinging in music whenever you are around. And keep it away from sinking into layers of mushy thought, with me and you in them. So, don’t try to touch my heart. Don’t dare to disturb my life at present, I’m so much at peace.
Today, I saw three butterflies circle a hedge. They were yellow- green in color. And the hedge was two shades darker. And it was quite a scene for me. Three of them, in a wild frenzy, dancing around each other, in some rhythm I could only faintly sense.
And just a bush away, there was a yellow butterfly, a solitary one doing rounds, looking for a flower.
I couldn’t find a single one that came with those printed wings. The prints that we never understand. Dots of maroon amongst lines of red, a splash of fuchsia here and green there. Green is to camouflage. To disappear into another green.
Then I noticed a flower that had grown out of a creeper, among short grass. The flower looked at me. Mundane flower. Dumb flower?
There are these few things, as beautiful as the dust rising as new rain falls on it, or the smell of the unruly monsoon grass being massacred.
And then I saw a shrub they call table rose. I say, why get it on your table? It looks better out there, in the wild.
And when I was a step away from home, I saw one with the colored wings brush past. It was too fast for me to notice the colors it wore. But nevertheless.
Now that I’ll cease to exist, the question is
if you’ll remember me after I’m gone
Will you remember me?
When failure kills me or a catastrophe swallows me
Now that you hold me in your heart
and call me your goddess
What next, when tomorrow I die
or fade into oblivion
Or dissolve into the horizon
from where I’d emerged
Will you wait for me
to appear as a string in the rainbow?
Will you walk endless evenings
for me to come back as a gust of cold wind?
Will you remember me?
/*I keep the template not anything but black because no other color rescues my thoughts better*/
/*Musical Mood : Ye Tumahri Meri Baatein*/
And just a bush away, there was a yellow butterfly, a solitary one doing rounds, looking for a flower.
I couldn’t find a single one that came with those printed wings. The prints that we never understand. Dots of maroon amongst lines of red, a splash of fuchsia here and green there. Green is to camouflage. To disappear into another green.
Then I noticed a flower that had grown out of a creeper, among short grass. The flower looked at me. Mundane flower. Dumb flower?
There are these few things, as beautiful as the dust rising as new rain falls on it, or the smell of the unruly monsoon grass being massacred.
And then I saw a shrub they call table rose. I say, why get it on your table? It looks better out there, in the wild.
And when I was a step away from home, I saw one with the colored wings brush past. It was too fast for me to notice the colors it wore. But nevertheless.
Now that I’ll cease to exist, the question is
if you’ll remember me after I’m gone
Will you remember me?
When failure kills me or a catastrophe swallows me
Now that you hold me in your heart
and call me your goddess
What next, when tomorrow I die
or fade into oblivion
Or dissolve into the horizon
from where I’d emerged
Will you wait for me
to appear as a string in the rainbow?
Will you walk endless evenings
for me to come back as a gust of cold wind?
Will you remember me?
/*I keep the template not anything but black because no other color rescues my thoughts better*/
/*Musical Mood : Ye Tumahri Meri Baatein*/
I slid the key into the hole. Pushed the door open, like everyday, got in and shut myself from everything else.
Should I leave the lights switched on everyday when I leave at 10 am? Because when I come back home, it's somewhat late in the evening and the place is dark. And darkness, if it is the first thing I see, makes me go dizzy.
I run to the other side of the room to switch the lights on. Throw my bag on the floor. And then my shoes. I feel my toes, run my fingers in between them. Open my hair. And simply fall on the couch. I let myself sink into it. I love the depths the cushion lets me into. And then the lights go off and I'm out. Completely.
I wake up. 12:45 and still ticking!
The ache in my legs, fatigued has thinned down into something less magnanimous. I look at myself in the mirror. Black smudge around my eyes. I run my hands through my hair. Not silky anymore. That reminds me of the weekend.
After a shower, let some coffee go down the throat. Stale sandwiches of the morning would have to be my dinner.
Some music eh? I have worn all my playlists out. So switch back to good old Shakira!
Wasn't I working on a story? Stories? Yeah, scores of them in obscure folders. Waiting to be wound up from an eternity.
One look out of the window, I see the endless row of lights on the road, tiny lights, distant lights. I stretch my hands and lean on the window sill. I could just fall off.
There is this yearning to fly, batting my hands through the air. Cold and lonely air. I lean further out, even more precariously, more dangerously. Till more than half of me is in the air.
I have never been afraid of danger. I have never been afraid of heights. Of death. But now...
Should I leave the lights switched on everyday when I leave at 10 am? Because when I come back home, it's somewhat late in the evening and the place is dark. And darkness, if it is the first thing I see, makes me go dizzy.
I run to the other side of the room to switch the lights on. Throw my bag on the floor. And then my shoes. I feel my toes, run my fingers in between them. Open my hair. And simply fall on the couch. I let myself sink into it. I love the depths the cushion lets me into. And then the lights go off and I'm out. Completely.
I wake up. 12:45 and still ticking!
The ache in my legs, fatigued has thinned down into something less magnanimous. I look at myself in the mirror. Black smudge around my eyes. I run my hands through my hair. Not silky anymore. That reminds me of the weekend.
After a shower, let some coffee go down the throat. Stale sandwiches of the morning would have to be my dinner.
Some music eh? I have worn all my playlists out. So switch back to good old Shakira!
Wasn't I working on a story? Stories? Yeah, scores of them in obscure folders. Waiting to be wound up from an eternity.
One look out of the window, I see the endless row of lights on the road, tiny lights, distant lights. I stretch my hands and lean on the window sill. I could just fall off.
There is this yearning to fly, batting my hands through the air. Cold and lonely air. I lean further out, even more precariously, more dangerously. Till more than half of me is in the air.
I have never been afraid of danger. I have never been afraid of heights. Of death. But now...
I Ain't Amused At All
I have seen far too many
So you're nothing new
Think you're too good huh?
Keep your goodness to yourself
Too much of an attitude ain't good for the soul
Get down from the heavens, dumb fool!
You foul-mouthed idiot
Mark my words, you snob
Or they will come to you
Sooner or Later
No matter who you are
And what you do
In the end,
It doesn't even matter
When the sun sets
The bird flies back to the roost, unless you're an owl
Stay away!
Keep your attitude to yourself
I have enough of my own
So you're nothing new
Think you're too good huh?
Keep your goodness to yourself
Too much of an attitude ain't good for the soul
Get down from the heavens, dumb fool!
You foul-mouthed idiot
Mark my words, you snob
Or they will come to you
Sooner or Later
No matter who you are
And what you do
In the end,
It doesn't even matter
When the sun sets
The bird flies back to the roost, unless you're an owl
Stay away!
Keep your attitude to yourself
I have enough of my own
Look Famous...!
It’s been months when I had last confessed a well kept secret. So, let’s undo that trend now.
I have had an off-beat childhood. I am not to blame anyone for it. But, I have just had one. Fortunately or unfortunately, I don’t know. Now, talking about the off-beat childhood, it was obviously enclosed. I never happened to see things for what they were. All I did was, get up the school bus from right in-front of my apartment, go to school, study hard, come back home, study harder, wait for the tuition teacher, and maintain that rank in class…
I never dared to venture out of this badly crammed up routine thing. Anything different from this would appear abnormal. And I never let anything abnormal happen.
My life was constrained, restricted in every sense of the word.
So I never got to know the world. And the world never got to know me. My mind developed strange patterns and I developed a phobia of quite a large number of things.
And all this happened before the day I stepped into college. College just freaked me out.
I got a glimpse of the things actually. And since I came to know more of the world around me, I wanted the world to know me too.
Yeah, it’s a queer thing to confess, but I genuinely wanted people to know me. For whatever the reasons be. They should just know me by face. I should be famous among whatever people I am.
And I took this becoming famous job, more seriously than I should have. It screwed up my priorities in life. Messed things up, because I thought more about what people thought about me than what I thought about myself.
So, one day, I told myself that I had had enough. I called it quits. Enough of trying to become famous and all. I am what I am.
But then life gives these tiny li’l surprises. I, actually, was famous…well..sort of…!
I have had an off-beat childhood. I am not to blame anyone for it. But, I have just had one. Fortunately or unfortunately, I don’t know. Now, talking about the off-beat childhood, it was obviously enclosed. I never happened to see things for what they were. All I did was, get up the school bus from right in-front of my apartment, go to school, study hard, come back home, study harder, wait for the tuition teacher, and maintain that rank in class…
I never dared to venture out of this badly crammed up routine thing. Anything different from this would appear abnormal. And I never let anything abnormal happen.
My life was constrained, restricted in every sense of the word.
So I never got to know the world. And the world never got to know me. My mind developed strange patterns and I developed a phobia of quite a large number of things.
And all this happened before the day I stepped into college. College just freaked me out.
I got a glimpse of the things actually. And since I came to know more of the world around me, I wanted the world to know me too.
Yeah, it’s a queer thing to confess, but I genuinely wanted people to know me. For whatever the reasons be. They should just know me by face. I should be famous among whatever people I am.
And I took this becoming famous job, more seriously than I should have. It screwed up my priorities in life. Messed things up, because I thought more about what people thought about me than what I thought about myself.
So, one day, I told myself that I had had enough. I called it quits. Enough of trying to become famous and all. I am what I am.
But then life gives these tiny li’l surprises. I, actually, was famous…well..sort of…!
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