Peace! My dream!

I sit home,numb in shock
Not knowing what to do...
Glued to the TV and praying hard
That somehow all of it isn't true

Then slowly, my temper begins to rise
And I want a gun to head to CST
To blast the heads off the pigs
Who dared befoul my beloved city

As my brain begins to calm just a bit
I realize it's not them I should go kill
The fault lies within after all
And dear Home ministers now get top bill

The word 'politics' is often an excuse
For the selfish powers to get away
But no more, no more, I scream
Our governance now needs a new way

And so I grit my teeth and sit back down
Trying to gather enough anger from around
To realize a bit of the dream that could be our city
Where if not anything else, peace will surround.

What the heart really wants...

It seems so very hard

To put your finger on just the thing

That shall give you a clue as to

What the heart really wants

You crave for the tastes of the world

And lust for grades to top every other

But are chocolates and a distinction

What the heart really wants?

You think you'd like a cosy bike ride

Because it seems so much fun on TV screens

But is a feigned forced pleasure

What the heart really wants?

You think a ghost of the past

Or maybe just a knight of your dreams

Is probably close to being

What your heart really wants

But you never stop to listen

To your heart screaming to the hills

Waiting to solve every mystery surrounding

What you heart really wants

Stop, turn and look back inside

At what you've been missing all the while

And breathe in the secrets to understand

What your heart really wants.

Road to Pilani... (part two)

This year, the road to Pilani,

Seemed strikingly easy unlike the past

And with swift motions we reached the train

And set off for a fun trip to beat the last

Taking complete joy in being THE senior

I ragged ALL my juniors, much against their plans

Made them sing and dance all the way

And discovered some Asha Bhonsles and Ekta Kapoor fans

While the voice of one had us reach for the tissues

The K for kadam factor had us in splits

And then there was just a little booty dance

To make sure our flagging spirits, did uplift!

The boys bonded all happy and GAY

Giving us but teasers to the films being shot in the dorms

Amusing and disgusting us in equal ways

Was the nascent homo-love being born!

And then we hit the courts as soon as we landed

And stretched our limbs out thin

But still found time to spare

To spread around and try our every whim

As the games rolled on galore

We met and laughed with a million strangers

And showed off our strong cheers for D.Y

Pushing the nights to stretch a little longer!

The nights were trenched in bouts of joy

Over long-awaited meals we laughed and cried

And rode those bicycles through streets of mystery

Till, with exhaustion, we lay back on the bed and sighed

And soon, before you knew it, the day came

When with heavy hearts and sluggish steps

We bid adieu to each other

With promises of an encore on everyone’s lips!

In memory of a friend

In those days of my sullen past,
He brought the warmth of the sun
Retaught me how to live to smile
And we sure did have a lot of fun

But then came those times of darkness
Where neither could see where the next step should be
And as fate would have it, we trod on paths
That were as opposed as they could be

After excruciating moments of but pain
And months of wanting to let go
Misery disentangled from my mind
But I had no friend left to show

He lays lost to me now
And I don't quite regret the fact
I thank the Lord for giving me him
And promise to keep those cherished memories intact.

Ode to an Editor

It is kind of funny that I regret
Ever saying yes to be on the editorial team
Of my college magazine called,' The WALL'!
For never in my wildest dreams
Would I have seen this side of my editor
A pushy vexing boss unlike he seems
From the minute I said the dratted 'yes'
He's been breathing down my neck
To write in my articles oh so fast
So that, he has time to them check!!
Now like that is not insult enough
I have to put up with him and his 'ideas'
And interview people just too many
Asking if they like us being just us!
Now come on, who in their right mind
Would say no when 'I' ask that question!
So the whole point of that ordeal is lost
Another reason for me to go bash him
Oh but I chose to be dignified about it all
And just lament to the whole world
Through his pride called the WALL
And thus, to you, it now unfurls!

Bang-hicc-lore! yeah!

I don't know what it is that made me go
So tizzy, the lack of food, sleep or too much alcohol
But I'm still reeling in the effects of this
One place called Bengaluru to which
I dedicate this valiant attempt to write
In the shadows of Mr. Dham who cried!
Now THAT I know, for sure, was caused
By too much alcohol and Jeet's bawl
And then Rusheel jumped into the fray
Afraid to be left out and sent off astray
With a mighty sigh and a boiling brain
Ateet and I set off to them restrain
And the next night I had my moment of high
In none but Ateet's arms, oh lord why?!
And interspersed in these bouts of joy
Came the learning tracts at ISRO ahoy!
And obviously we had each portfolios a many
None that shall sell for over a penny
But the one thing that sealed the mirth
Were the train rides both back and forth
With those sleepless nights of playing games
Mafia and cards and those bloody charades
Catching the sunrise from the moving beast
And the countless theplas, oh what a feast!
Then with broken backs and voices sore
We alighted at Dadar to groans galore
But with a happy smile and memories a many
To lighten our lives on a rainy day any!

Lost, for a Joker!

Oh my God! Rarely has there been a time in my past when I have been so animated after a movie. Being the hypercritical, engineering brain, I did not approve a lot of movies albeit them being highly acclaimed. But then, into my life, walked the JOKER....sighhhh!! And all delusions of perfection and strictures went flying out the window...
Why did he die?? Oh! God! Why did he die?! Hail Heath Ledger and the Joker... For the irreverent few, let me clarify that it is the movie 'The Dark Knight' that has got my knickers in such a twist here. What a movie! For 20 whole minutes after the movie got over, I was experiencing a sense of numb awe and seemed physically unable to do anything more than that. Like I said, being the cynical waste on earth I am, I wasn't highly intrigued to watch the movie as I ain't a big Batman fan. But bless my impertinent friends who literally dragged me along anyway! This movie, is not juts a Batman movie... gosh! It is SO much more!
Each scene, each frame, is a take on human psychology. Every flitting emotion on a character's face represents a valid moral dilemma. Good v/s Bad has never before been showcased this well. And Heath Ledger! God! As The Joker, he rather tangibly portrayed the meanest, darkest, most sinister villain I have ever known. And he stitched up the whole act so well! From the tone of his voice to the lisps, it was just right! The first time he narrates the story about how he got the scars on his face..... brrrrrrrr.......... brilliant!
What I liked best about the movie (although it is hard to arbiter) is how human emotion and thought were sewn into a comic concept so realistically. The time when the Joker is imprisoned and is goading the officer on guard, each word is perfect! Every story the Joker narrates to intimidate, is so real and so damn possible! The enormity of the task faced by the 'Good' is best reflected in this movie. Although it is not a novel concept in the least, I'd give it full marks for the modification! Christopher nolan does it again! It is little wonder that the movie jumped to the top spot on imdb so soon!
As for THE JOKER, words are lost on me...
Heath Ledger - Rest in Peace!

New age warriors!

In times of iniquity, they showed the light,
Battled long and hard against the powers,
Gave rise to a new world for many a poor
And etched their names into time's hours
They were the warriors of yore
Whose sweat and blood gave us today
But the word lays lost in the mires of now
Amongst new age warriors, who fight each day
These struggle to grapple with each new evil
As it creeps closer each day to man
Hounded by issues of work and love
This is how, they say, the new era began
Each man fights a battle of his own
Each day, in every way, he tries to survive
Against the forces of nature combined
To preserve the flailing remains of love, alive
And so you and I can join the ranks
Of the brave warriors with names of glory
For each day is a test of courage for us
And each win, will go down in history!

Joy of living

Walking past those dusty stalls,

Past all that bickering,

Amidst the whole crowd,

To enjoy the dry leaves raining.

Splashing in those muddy puddles,

With little care for the world,

And watch patiently

The hungry scruffy bird.

Smiling happily,

When those tender drops of rain,

Fall against your scorched cheek

And forget all pain.

That, my dear friend is pure bliss

‘tis the lord’s willing

In those moments of happiness

Lies the joy of living!!

Another try

Mired in time's funny ways
I try hard to move just one limb
But he's got me tight, he's got me good
Maybe I am more than a little whim
So help me God for here I stand
With a lost will to laugh or cry
I yearn to feel, just feel again
Please let life give me another try

Little Wonders!

It often dazzles me when the most banal of moments in life are often the ones we tend to remember with a smile on our face! Even in the midst of our harrowing, hectic attempts at winning the hand of Lady joy, we unwittingly pick up the little treats she throws down our paths! Oh no, dear God, I ain't even remotely complaining here... rather just admiring His handiwork and how He's miraculously provided for that elusive universal wish of balance in one's life.

My earliest happy memories involve me on the beach with my daddy dearest.... Him flinging me away to glory and me whooping with delight at every crash of a wave! Then there are those where I, the pint-sized dacoit am plundering my dad's face in search of some mind-boggling treasure! Those expeditions more often than not ended with my dad clutching his eye in agony.. I seem to have some sort of an affinity for that particular part of the anatomy! The rather recent joyful outburst of mine came from the fact that my darling cousin at home failed to register any difference in my appearance after my rather radical new hair cut! Boy! Did I tire my sides laughing to that one!

What I am rather inarticulately trying to say by means of these picturesque descriptions is that even if you climb an everest or just top your class, it is the inconsequential that you tend to associate with the joy in the memories! The indignant refusal of your friend to accept that such an eventuality ever did happen or the glazed over expression of your friend when you say you won the lottery tickles you more than the idea of a lottery itself!

Trivialities in life are the most grossly underrated phenomena of human existence in my opinion. For it is in the ordinary that one can find the extraordinary! The example of my moments of joy at the beach with my dad may seem commonplace to most of you but it can never be the same... And every happy minute on the beach with your dad will mean equally much to all of you! So all those bedazzling mysteries of life have their answers deeply entrenched in that that fails to catch your eye! So for the ambitious, go look a little closer at the life you are living... and for those just looking to live life in joy, let the magic of the moment touch you!

What's to blog?!

Have erected a bald patch on my head with all the scratching in an attempt to find something to blog in here... I tell myself that it is high time that I satisfied the itch in my hand to write something but somehow, that itch seems not to have found its way to my foolish brain yet! And then, the lazier part of me wonders why is it that I must write anyway? This ain't no moneymaking site I ain't no big 'celebrity' whose blog is a piece of literary art by default!

Talking of celebrities and literary arts, what is it with this new fad of well-known personalities being paid to write their apparent 'thoughts'?! Like they weren't over-exposed enough! They use it as a convenient medium for further publicity and sadly, there are enough naive, mesmerized people to lap it all up! Be it someone taking potshots at some one (in the most politically correct way possible) or others profiling minute details of action on the sets to promote interest in the film, the literary media is being insulted by this blatant abuse!

Although me lamenting my distress is as good as me crying 'wolf' in today's age of manipulative marketing. It's all a question of who fools whom better... The better the packaging, the lesser queries about the actual product, isn't it? So why blame celebrities for riding the wave? They do it best anyway so why not cash in on this wave riding their turf? Responsible media and social etiquette are things of the past... sigh!

And if the trivial descriptions of the life of a star entertains some, why not? It just might bring that elusive smile to someone's face... social work in a way, eh? Win-win situation for everyone around... so what if literature and journalism lies mutilated somewhere? They are blessed enough to be inanimate so it can't be that much of a pain to them thankfully!

It's been long...

It's been awhile since I wrote a word
But it's so hard for me to form just one line
As my mind meanders in roads a many
To sit back and breathe, it has no time.
With a whirl of colors, life's swept me by
Each color a sign of new beginnings
And as I rushed eagerly to try my hand
At all, I had but the thought of winning
And so I've striven hard to play them all well
And emerge the champion at all I did
But so lost I was in this race for life
That I almost forgot to let my mind in peace, sit.
So, weathered by the pressures from all around
My mind rebelled the shackles that bound
And slipped into times of lazy bliss
Until, this poem I didn't give a miss!
And for those that wonder about my fate
At the games of life, alas you must wait
For until this mental strike does end
Towards my goal of winning, I can't my mind bend!

A tiny little wish!

Oh for the world of the flowered lanes
Where nought but love be found
And oh for the magic of the twinkling eyes
In which sheer mirth is bound
Oh for the nights of starry light
With the moon shining tall and bright
And spreading those smiles all around
And brooks of joy, us surround
Oh for a life in that valley of love
Where wishes would all come true
And the leaves of happiness would rain on us
And rid us of all that’s sad and blue!
Oh for the hope that that day will come
When all shall live happy lives
And make their own little valleys of cheer
And with peace, they shall unite
Oh for the power of love in us
That still burns so salient and strong
And gives us the hope to hope for more
And takes us to the world we belong

Hope, my fair lady!

I searched the moors far and wide

Even thought of scouring the skies

But with every new effort I made

You seemed to make a faster escape

Every pause for that tiny morsel of food

Did nothing but scare me good

For i was afraid time was running out fast

And i just had to, had to, make it past

Past the armies of His standing in our way

And into your sweet arms where my joys lay

I have seen misery enough for a long lifetime

I now long to hear my bells of luck chime

To tell me that my days have come

And all my dreams will finally, reality become

As i pause to ponder this need of mine

A tiny wisp of light in my mind does shine

And i know I am closer to finding you

For desire is a form you, Hope, so true

I stumble a little in my haste to wake

But with two hands firm, this blessing I take

And promise to bid these long hours in wait

For the brighter dawn, with which you me bait

I rest my faith in thee, fair lady

And trust you to show me how happy I can be.

Kiss of a Dream...

Stolen glances from the corner of the eye
And a gorgeous blush nobody can deny
A little giggle and a book to cover the face
A chance look at him, about to brace
The sound of the bell never was more divine
The smile on his face made him oh so shine!
A dainty, quick step and I am almost there
And I could, forever, just sit and stare
Lose myself in those eyes so true
And go weak in the knees is all I could do
And he hastened to be by my side
And brush that strand from above my eye
With a naughty smile he swooped down on me
And with a gentle touch he laid his love on me
And as I fought to breathe in his world again
A smile crept past at where his lips had lain
I hurried, again, into those arms
That there were people around, I had no qualms
For he and I were in our place of dreams
So, gently, towards me, forward he leaned
And kissed away my happy tear
In place, his love, he made appear
And with arms entwined in sheer bliss
I lived that day, my dream this!

Romance of Solitude

Those lonely walks around the parks
Had scared me quite a bit
And the silence of those lonely nights
Made me go mad, they did!

Shivers ran up and down my spine
At the mere thought of me alone
For without the cheerful banter of people around
It seemed quite a deathly zone...

But as time flew by and troubles came by
Solitude seemed to be quite a friend
With more people came more misery
And with more misery,quicker, came the end

So I'd rather tread those pebbled paths
With but moonlight for company
And whisper sweet-nothings to the dainty night
Whence no people i have, any

Those heretofore painful moments of gloom
Seem different like my attitude
'Tis almost blissful, this lonely ride
It is, the romance of solitude!