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when it comes to love

 i dont believe in fairy tales,

i’ve never waited for my prince.

love stories dont make me cry,

‘romeo and juliet’ made me wince.

 

i dont believe in happily ever afters,

stuff of delusions, and dreams.

i dont like love songs, heavy metal,

is what my music means.

 

i never thought i’d fall in love,

never believed it even existed.

never thought, my simple life,

would become so confusing, twisted.

 

i never thought, i’d come to care,

about what you thought about me,

never thought that, ‘just friends’

would feel so unsatisfying.

 

i guess when it comes to love,

things don’t turn out as you plan.

i still like heavy metal better,

but ‘happily ever after’ seems like a good plan.

 

jaipur blasts

this is my comment to those who caused the jaipur blasts……

have we won?

hurrah, we have won,

the lands are ours!

the people have perished yes,

but the lands are ours.

hurrah, we have won!

the leaders have lost,

the people are helpless, yes,

but the leaders have lost.

hurrah, we have won!

the glory is ours.

times pages ae stained yes,

but the glory is ours.

i would request everyone, to spend a second of thier time, to shed a single true tear, for the victims of the jaipur and other blasts, please.

 

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sonar kella

have you heard that voice?

…that voice?

…..that voice?

a voice often calls me’

in the middle of the night’

calling in my dreams’

when the stars are still bright

the crickets chirp, and the lizards call,

but the voice pierces the darkness, much louder than them all

it takes me away, to a far off land..

where the riyaz starts again, among arabian sands.

it parts a veil, beyond which i can see’

a world so familiar, and yet unknown to me.

perhaps it shows me, another life’

a life of war, courage, betrayal, strife.

it guides me to something, something left behind,

a promise unfulfilled, a task left undone,

to stitch again, a tapestry of time…

a voice calls me….

 

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the alchemist

[inspired by the paulo coelho book of the same name]

Your words i have heard, love,many a time’

but i have pushed them away, at the back of my mind.

my heart, empty and heavy,has waited for your song,

then why have you waited,so very long?

The courage to dream, and the inspiration to hope,

why have you waited so long to show me?

my best years are lost, my youth is wasted

then why do you call me know?

Why do you urge me to run, to fly,

when i have no longer legs to walk.

why do you grant me love and care,

when i can no longer bear them?

Where was this oasis, which you show me know,

when i searched every grain of sand in the desert?

no, it is cruel, i cannot bear what you show me now,

i have no reality now,love,nothing left to give.

nothing i can do, nothing i have left

i can do nothing else;

simply keep on dreaming.