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After laughter come tears

2010-12-21T18:17:00.001+05:30

Was sick and unhappy,
dealing with fears
I needed somebody,
to steer, change gears

Was getting cold and dark,
until the thick fog clears
And then, out of the blue,
someone appears

Cupid comes with arrows,
she came with spears
Wounds me with love,
the warmth she smears

One who’d whisper to me,
and also lend me her ears
I hold her tight,
as she softly endears

Felt as great as one can,
contentment adheres
I finally find someone,
after all those years

Celebrations and smiles,
and all those loud cheers
One must always remember,
after laughter come tears…

need

2009-12-18T11:12:00.001+05:30

i don’t need my eyes no more
blackout just like a dark night
closing each and every door
blind myself and my love at first sight

i don’t need my ears no more
it’s too much of a noise to bear
what sounded like whispers before
now silence is just what i can hear

i don’t need my arms no more
coz whenever i’d open them wide
i'm sure, that you'll make sure
they're nailed back as if i’m crucified

i don’t need my soul no more
coz being alive is just too overrated
no matter how much you will adore
you wouldn’t know how much i waited

i don’t need my heart no more
each beat is quieter than ever
shouldn’t be such a big deal to ignore
it wouldn’t anyway beat forever

Just like the Sun

2009-10-31T00:35:00.000+05:30

I'm just like the sun. Bright, alive, energetic. People cant live without
me. They love baskin in my rays, when they're cold. People are
thankful to have me around. Like the sun, they make me also feel
important. Still nobody dares to see me right in the eye, to know how
i feel. If they do, they do it when im low and abt to set. They smile,
when im goin down, away for some time. They forget me. And at the time
of sunrise, when i recollect, when i come back with all my thoughts
gathered, when i pick myself up from the ocean of tears, i spread my
arms yet again, lookin at people, dictating, im there. And will be
there, forever. I'm just like the sun.

Whats the point

2009-09-06T17:16:00.000+05:30

Whats the point
of bein romantic
Where to pinpoint
when you dont want it

Why are you so cold
when you lit the fire
The flames gone old
or you've burned your desire

When forgotten kisses
Are no surprise
No one blushes
with tears in eyes

Do the heartbroken
feel it all wrong
The arms wide open
dont look good open for long

Metal

2009-06-25T03:39:00.003+05:30

It all starts with Barbie Dolls for girls and Hot Wheels for boys. But for me it all started with a television show called, 'Street Hawk'. Watching the black Honda XL500 pushing limits on just one wheel in the streets of Los Angeles is how I grew up. I was beginning to feel the hyper thrust of that man and that machine, keeping me glued to the television with jaws opened wide. Do not try this at home? Well I tried it outside my home on my BSA Champ, my first two wheel ride. After many failed attempts to pull off riding the bicycle on one wheel, it still made me content that I have a ride. I remember exploring places, roads, streets on the bike I loved and cherished. And the small jumps on and off the sidewalks and making the 'S' shaped black skid marks on the road. Every fall, every bruised knee, every race with friends, every trip to the mechanic to inflate the tires. Everything. I guess I didn’t even know, but I was starting to get inseparable to my bike.

Time went by and the manpower turned into horsepowers during college. When my father bought me a basic, fuel saving, commuting motorbike to commute to the college. The whole "cool wind in my hair" part started to start making sense. The silver ride I had was the only thing that became an identity by itself. While I was learning how to save fuel by getting the maximum mileage, I met people who taught me how to ride the ride like a true biker. How to manage taking the steepest turn without slipping. How to shift gears using your toes and not heels. How to stop and control your bike without actually braking. How to ride on one wheel. How to ride and manage falling, if any, at an occurrence. How to ride and stop on one wheel. How to perform stunts to catch eyes. How to do a burnout. Like staying idle but managing to have the rear wheel turning on full throttle. How to enjoy the smell of the burning rubber. The idea behind all this was to understand the riding, obviously after we graduate, understanding the ride.

I'll admit that I was a wannabe and would still consider myself, a good one, when I see actual bike riders performing stunts, racing, with their girlfriends cheering. Well I always considered and believed that all bikers can be stunters. But all stunters can’t be bikers. I still remember while sitting behind in a Maruti, while my buddy driving us to Chandigarh, I heard the loud thump of two Royal Enfield bullets, passing by us. On closer focusing I see two firangs in black leather vests and blue jeans's, laying back on the luggage nicely tied on the rear seat as a back rest. Eyes widened and jaw dropped, I could just wave at them. They acknowledged by a slight nod and a thumbs up sign, and thumped away. This is the actual biking, is what I thought. And I pledged I’ll buy a Royal Enfield. There's something about this bike that makes head turn. No matter how freaking powerful bike you own, you just can’t ignore when one Royal Enfield passes by. How can I forget, the day I managed to ride one, that belonged to a friend of mine from college. Since that day, I used to beg him to let me ride his ride. It was official that I rode his bike more than him, when we both used to go out someplace. Some days later I got to know that my own roommate's father bought him a Royal Enfield. Well, I begged him too. I found another friend who bought an old, non working, rusted, second hand, Royal Enfield from his brother in law, to satisfy his passion, who took 6 months to pimp it up and make the sexiest Bullet in Pune, that time. Now I had my 3 best buddies, riding the thumpers while I’m sitting pillion with them trying to count the thumps.

Two years later, while I was working for a corporate organization, I figured, that I was in a position to save some money, and either invest or finance my hobbies. Luck favored me and God blessed me, that I could gift myself a brand new Royal Enfield, Machismo 500, on my own birthday. Now this time, it was my mom and dad who had their jaws dropped and eyes wide open. Buying a bike costing over a lakh, at that time, was like getting married to someone, against my parent's wishes. Except my two friends, nobody understood, or I guess still understands, my eloped affair with my bullet. I don’t think anyone will understand how I felt that day. The day, when I wasn’t counting but, dictating the thumps. The day, when the sound of a bullet didn’t turn my head, but everyone else's. The day when I realized, I can be mean to any two wheeler on the road. The day, when I understood why this bike's made like a gun, to obviously shoot like a bullet. Ridden it on highways, streets, helipads, Bombay’s floods, summers, winters, days, nights. But with the decency of sleeping with my hands stuck in the spokes of the wheel, keeping my pants on. 16 months now. And 16,000 clocked.

Today, I ride to work and work to ride and when I die, may I be surrounded with scattered chrome, and burning gasoline.

I am a proud owner of a Royal Enfield, and will always be.

boo hoo... :(

2009-02-03T12:57:00.000+05:30

eleven days to go
i still don't have a date..
how long i dunno
will i have to wait..
to find someone of my own
to open her heart's gate..
she should be here, you know
before it gets too late..
be it a friend of foe
any city, town or state..
oh, i'm feeling so low
i'm still looking for a date..

Again???

2009-01-19T10:10:00.000+05:30

I think I've had this feeling before
It's like some strange sweet pain
I dunno, maybe I'm not that sure
Maybe I'm becoming insane

It's getting hard for me to ignore
But it's harder for me to explain
I'm addicted, and maybe i want more
Are you making me fall in love again???

Them

2008-12-22T03:47:00.000+05:30

She tries to make sure she moves on
When the begining started with an end
She tries to stand up and carry on
When all she could ever do was pretend

He tries to stop his tears from rolling
When there's no shoulder around
He tries to help himself consoling
When he's losin all what he ever found

She tries to close her big brown eyes
When the world is busy dreaming
She tries to cover all those lies
When nobody hears them screaming

He tries to forgive and keep himself calm
When things start goin apart
He looks at his wounded palm
When he tries healing his broken heart

Four

2008-12-08T18:29:00.001+05:30

Sometimes it takes 5 minutes, and even 5 days to blend the perfect outcome, when i write. It took me 4 hours to write this one. The thoughts were not flowing in.. Every paragraph was completed after the end of 1 hour of thinking. In layman's language, 4 hours - 4 paragraphs. Uhhh okay 4 hours - 8 lines. This was the outcome of 4 different moods at 4 different hours. Its titled after another 4 minutes of thinking, as Four :oP

he points his own head with his own gun
smiles, realizing that he should reconsider and think

he checks whether there's anything left undone
smiles, knowing, it'll be over in a blink

he decides that he should unload his gun
smiles, as he pours himself another drink

he picks up the pen to write another one
smiles, realizing his pen had no ink

walk against the wind

2008-11-19T01:55:00.001+05:30

Everythin might come back to where it was
As whatever goes up must come down.
What was i thinkin, what was the cause
There's no point being the talk of the town.

No you need not worry and say sorry
It was me who fell in love.
Maybe I was in such a hurry
I didn't think from the head up above.

That it's not that easy as it sounds
Its a lot tougher than what i imagined.
I hoped to achieve unachievable grounds
As it was never easy to walk against the wind.

maybe...

2008-11-19T01:54:00.001+05:30

All the butterflies now, are dead
I could see my face's fading glow.
Everything faded back to pink, from red
I can feel my heartbeat going slow.

Mixed emotions, overflow my head
Maybe it was meant to be a no.
Maybe I shouldn't just have said
Maybe I should just, let it go...

unanswered questions

2008-11-19T01:50:00.000+05:30

What do you call it, when you continuously think and think of someone?
What do you call it, when your feelings grow and your heart weighs a ton?
What do you call it, when you do something but always seems undone?
What do you call it, when life goes in slow motion, enjoying all the fun?

Why do I think, that without her, I won't be able to live?
Why do I always want her, is she so damn addictive?
Why do I think, that she's the one, and there's no alternative?
Why does being with her, gives me a high, that no other drug can give?

How does she make my life taste like a lime?
How does she make my existence in this world, rhyme?
How does she do things to me, that can't be called crime?
How does she make my heart beat, fast and slow at the same time?

coffee loves chocolate

2008-11-19T01:45:00.000+05:30

Now this is something i wrote for a woman who used to call me coffee. And obviously i used to call her chocolate. I wrote this for her. Coffee loves chocolate.

continuously thinking
of you, my love
fallen so badly
feels like heaven above
every moment is worthwhile
especially when it's you, my love

life will be awesome
once we get together
validity of my love will
equate to eternity, forever
so special you are to me

can't explain what you mean to me
how did I fall in love with you
only you know what you did to me
crazy I am for you
oh, my only desire is you
listen to my heartbeat
and look into my eyes
to know if my love is true
eradicate my lonliness, love me do...

p.s. by the way..did you get the catch? no? hmmm.. just the way the woman i wrote this for. even she didnt get it. read the first alphabet of each line from top to bottom. remember.. alphabet. not the word.

ya right....

2008-11-15T14:06:00.001+05:30

here i go again, this time with just a pen in hand

no thoughts, no emotions, no laws of the land

guess its bout time, maybe, i desreve my stand

this time its just my head baby, coz heartbeats are banned

not drugged, not drunk, not even one percent stoned

im possessed, i belong, im totally owned

no this cannot be a phase, im so emotionally cloned

do you know its a handicap, no you dont

you kissed me goodbye, when i was leaving for the airport

i had tears in my eyes, not wanting to be onboard

as soon as the flight for two straight hours, landed

the first thing i got to know that you had actually planned it

i loved u like a princess, gave u everythin around

i moved to this city, to earn, buy you a diamond studded crown

he emotoinally blackmailed you and made you travel all the way down

coz he didnt have the balls to touch you, when i was in town

being his slave is what you call being on cloud number nine

what me jealous? no way, im perfectly fine

you would know better whether his lips taste better than mine

but then i doubt your taste or maybe he's just blind

alright he seduced you, coz he has the art mastered

maybe your love helps him to get his heart beat faster

his talks melt you weak, the broken gets plastered

baby realize it, in my dictionary, hes nothin but a bastard

what did he look like, when he looked down deep in your eyes

was it romantic, candlenight, champaigne over ice

or was it really scary, when he closed those curtains

tell me what the fuck were you thinkin when he opened your buttons

dont be surprised to see me cruisin on this road

when you could never possibly imagine me, in this eye widening mode

well i'll be honest, i did fantasize you, when i really got bored

my mind enjoyed the foreplay, now i gotta jerk off this load

remember when you used to be alone and stranded

and the way i made your life a little more candid

when i used to get caught loving you red handed

and all you used to do was take me for granted

this doggy never bit you, this doggy never barked

this doggy stayed awake, to see the baby sleeping in the dark

this doggy simply hugged you remembering that old park

now he's left tilting his head with a single question mark

i kept letting you know, that i wont ever halt

i will forgive, i will forget, as it was my default

no sorries, no worries, no pointed assault

i fail to understand, what in the world was my fault

i hope you know this, that whatever you did was totally wrong

by the end of it, you must know where exactly you really belong

dont just take these words as a beautiful rapped song

baby realize that pretendence doesnt make anyone strong

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peer pressure

2008-11-12T12:38:00.000+05:30

my hands on the keyboard. my eyes set on the screen. i see the blog name on the left and sign out on the right. i am wondering how do i start.

blogs. when searched on google, i found out that it means a commentary, views on a particular subject, maintained by an individual. from freinds i realised, its just a diary, a web diary, which is open for the general public as well. i have few hardcore blogger friends, who just come up with whatever they have in their heads, out on the blog. sounds simple.

these hardcore bloggers, pushwap me, to share, comment, discuss, debate, paint my emotions, thoughts, views upon my individuality. i start blogging. no idea, where this would lead to. just a question, if anyone would actually be interested to read. i am not out of ideas, its just that i have never written anything like this. yeah few hopeless romantic poems, that touch thehearts of all those people who read them, except those for whom the poem was actually written.

only books, that i have read are The Holy Bible, Instruction manual for my Royal Enfield, Kodak book of photography, and the Guitar Chords book. I havent read a single novel in my whole life. I aint an Einstein when it comes to literature. I am not even sure whether i can spell words correctly. and i dont find any automatic spellcheck on this blog post draft layout. makes me more nervous.

hardcore blogger, Mr. Syal told me, "blogs are simply a method of expressing one's self. It can be based on fact or it can be a piece of fiction. It can be an incident in your life or a story that brings your point across and gives the other person reading, a reason to sit back and think..."

This sure gave me a reason to sit back and think... how do i cope up with the peer pressure.

keyboard check

2008-11-12T10:37:00.000+05:30

check check 123..
check check 123..