The evenings fade.
A boat ride away and the wine splashes
The sparkles of moonlit nights guide our paths
A scarf to decorate my neck and your hand to hold
I love you, it's obvious
but you love me too.
The worries are none and the feelings plenty
The moments perfect
Under the stars does it happen.
They are aligned and in this universe
Lightening doesn't strike twice
It usually gets it right the first time.
I've never felt so lost
I've never felt so at home.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Go for long walks
Indulge in hot baths.
Question your assumptions,
Read much,
Be Kind to yourself,
Live for the moment,
Loosen up, Scream,
Curse the world,
Count your blessings,
Just let go, Just be.
Question your assumptions,
Read much,
Be Kind to yourself,
Live for the moment,
Loosen up, Scream,
Curse the world,
Count your blessings,
Just let go, Just be.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
In My Eyes
The dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Three Cups of Chai
The soft silk against the cane caricature. It's comfortable, it's enduring, it's the perfect place to have the first cup of chai of the day. It's the place where I like to see the raindrops fall and the sun rise and sometimes fade away behind the leaves. The worries of the world are farthest away from me. Here I protect myself, here I am protected by myself. Here the scent of my being is intertwined in the lace of the curtains, here the hues of the evening lamp shed their shadows on the memories that decorate my walls. The place where I sit and giggle away with the girls and etch out to-do lists. I make my plans here and fold away pieces of it. I hide my writings somewhere in the between the towers of books and paint the whites, red. The colors in my closet that splash alive my world and the fresh spring of the lilies fumigate every thing beautiful. It's my bean stalk up high above in the skies before I step down into the world. It's my happy place on some unhappy days and my corner away from my home. It is my home.
The balcony seat on the second floor of that coffee shop. The place where I sit and share my second cup of tea with my thoughts. My music and my words. Where I pick up the old museum ticket from the word I read last and lay it down to age a little more. The feet up, the seat laid back and then the blue color on my toes catches my eye as I try to focus but who's watching? A moment when I like to see the world through my camera lens. Snapshot every frame that sparkles my mind just that little bit. A sip for every story started and one idea or the other sorted. I picture conversations here, I hold memories in that corner, I breathe life into wishes of times to come. The space for chaotic submission and sporadic flight. Ideas fly, leap into the atmosphere of aspirations, and then drown in that cup of chai.
An evening along the shoreline perhaps. The waves motioning in a direction but my pulse racing into the exact opposite. Their crashing takes me up high and settles me back down. The quickest tease of one's life I suggest. The breeze a brilliant swing, romancing with the echos of silence. The jazz playing in the distance, almost like my yellow scarf flutters with the tunes. A sense of belonging, a relief of completion, the strength to step up, down, but mostly away, and a perfect companion named life. My fingers warm themselves around last cup of chai for the day. The one that takes you home and tucks you away.
The balcony seat on the second floor of that coffee shop. The place where I sit and share my second cup of tea with my thoughts. My music and my words. Where I pick up the old museum ticket from the word I read last and lay it down to age a little more. The feet up, the seat laid back and then the blue color on my toes catches my eye as I try to focus but who's watching? A moment when I like to see the world through my camera lens. Snapshot every frame that sparkles my mind just that little bit. A sip for every story started and one idea or the other sorted. I picture conversations here, I hold memories in that corner, I breathe life into wishes of times to come. The space for chaotic submission and sporadic flight. Ideas fly, leap into the atmosphere of aspirations, and then drown in that cup of chai.
An evening along the shoreline perhaps. The waves motioning in a direction but my pulse racing into the exact opposite. Their crashing takes me up high and settles me back down. The quickest tease of one's life I suggest. The breeze a brilliant swing, romancing with the echos of silence. The jazz playing in the distance, almost like my yellow scarf flutters with the tunes. A sense of belonging, a relief of completion, the strength to step up, down, but mostly away, and a perfect companion named life. My fingers warm themselves around last cup of chai for the day. The one that takes you home and tucks you away.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
We've just begun..
Sharing horizons that are new to us.
Watching the signs along the way.
Talking it over just the two of us
We've only just begun to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we're on our way
And yes, we've just begun.
Watching the signs along the way.
Talking it over just the two of us
We've only just begun to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we're on our way
And yes, we've just begun.
Monday, June 14, 2010
It's what you do to me..
The rains carry a scent.
A feeling of familiarity and sense of security.
The days so long and arid,
A blink in the drizzle
And the mind skips a beat.
They align themselves on my windowpane,
Stirring ahead and falling behind
Some a little smaller and some a little fatter
Yet all so beautiful.
My eyes twinkle and my lips seal a secret
Like a raindrop travels a mighty way down and ends with a splash
No one knows where it's left it mark but you can smell it in the air
It's there, somewhere, everywhere.
When a thousand miles seem pretty far,
there's rain, it's here and there.
They're our planes, our trains and our cars
When walking seems too far.
They're a clear spot,
A new beginning to every morning
An ending shadow
A monsoon of celebration.
A feeling of familiarity and sense of security.
The days so long and arid,
A blink in the drizzle
And the mind skips a beat.
They align themselves on my windowpane,
Stirring ahead and falling behind
Some a little smaller and some a little fatter
Yet all so beautiful.
My eyes twinkle and my lips seal a secret
Like a raindrop travels a mighty way down and ends with a splash
No one knows where it's left it mark but you can smell it in the air
It's there, somewhere, everywhere.
When a thousand miles seem pretty far,
there's rain, it's here and there.
They're our planes, our trains and our cars
When walking seems too far.
They're a clear spot,
A new beginning to every morning
An ending shadow
A monsoon of celebration.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
JLT
A red cushion,
A streak of olive and a splash of orange
Two cups of tea,
A pinch of cinnamon and a dash of cardamom
A bookmarked page,
The perfect scenario in an imperfect story
A playing tune,
Your fingers strumming and my lips humming
The grass so green,
Tickles my toes and soothes my fingers
The beaming rays,
Sunblock and all the other essentials,
An afternoon well spent!
A streak of olive and a splash of orange
Two cups of tea,
A pinch of cinnamon and a dash of cardamom
A bookmarked page,
The perfect scenario in an imperfect story
A playing tune,
Your fingers strumming and my lips humming
The grass so green,
Tickles my toes and soothes my fingers
The beaming rays,
Sunblock and all the other essentials,
An afternoon well spent!
Monday, May 17, 2010
Battlefield
I stood there, with dust covering half my face and a tattered white cotton dress barely covering my body. Exhausted by everything around and fatigued by even the slightest movement of breath, I walked the steps down, in the hope to gain some leverage to my pains but four steps far, I collapsed.. like a deadbeat body hitting the floor, my legs gave away to the weight of not my bones and flesh, those held no value at this point, but to that of the pain my heart and truth my soul was carrying. I looked for solace around me, a wall to lean on and embelish my sorrows within but it felt like everything was death, unattainable and unreachable.
Your footsteps felt like piercing petals.. I know it's you but the feeling of not being alone has etched a dark corner in my mind that it trusts no one but itself. I smell the blood stains coming from your jacket, I feel the trembling of your scared hands, I hear the gunshots coming from your ears, yet, I look into your eyes and still the treacherous game of politics is still being played. I lay my head on your shoulder and slip my arm behind yours, curling my fingers into yours. Your fingers shy away from holding mine, your pulse runs back to your heart and refuses to meet mine.. and then I feel the deep gash in your hand. I try to move more in, but you only allow so much and I realize that at this moment, I'm not only with a man that I oh so deeply love, but with an army of ideas and a crusade of emotions of which only I am one small part of. I realize my destiny in this passing moment, and you realize your fortune.
Your footsteps felt like piercing petals.. I know it's you but the feeling of not being alone has etched a dark corner in my mind that it trusts no one but itself. I smell the blood stains coming from your jacket, I feel the trembling of your scared hands, I hear the gunshots coming from your ears, yet, I look into your eyes and still the treacherous game of politics is still being played. I lay my head on your shoulder and slip my arm behind yours, curling my fingers into yours. Your fingers shy away from holding mine, your pulse runs back to your heart and refuses to meet mine.. and then I feel the deep gash in your hand. I try to move more in, but you only allow so much and I realize that at this moment, I'm not only with a man that I oh so deeply love, but with an army of ideas and a crusade of emotions of which only I am one small part of. I realize my destiny in this passing moment, and you realize your fortune.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Caffeine Fix
A cup of coffee.
My heart still trembles thinking back to your words
and the mind quivers at the thought of all the
possibilities that have now revealed themselves.
Why did I think so much? Why did I not think at all?
The questions stand far away now and the answers
all so close. This could be the new beginning,
this could be a fresh start. But wait, don't close
the door behind! The feeling tastes like a lemon tart,
anxiety garnished with confidence. The skies ablaze,
welcoming the storm, rounding the rain and then coming
up for a breath of sunshine. I want to collapse at your
feet. I have to take the plunge yet it all keeps me afloat.
We'll walk says the wise man, we'll swim the seven seas
in pursuit of that island, and then we'll live.
Living a little for you will be death for a part of me.
As it all drowns.
In a cup of coffee.
My heart still trembles thinking back to your words
and the mind quivers at the thought of all the
possibilities that have now revealed themselves.
Why did I think so much? Why did I not think at all?
The questions stand far away now and the answers
all so close. This could be the new beginning,
this could be a fresh start. But wait, don't close
the door behind! The feeling tastes like a lemon tart,
anxiety garnished with confidence. The skies ablaze,
welcoming the storm, rounding the rain and then coming
up for a breath of sunshine. I want to collapse at your
feet. I have to take the plunge yet it all keeps me afloat.
We'll walk says the wise man, we'll swim the seven seas
in pursuit of that island, and then we'll live.
Living a little for you will be death for a part of me.
As it all drowns.
In a cup of coffee.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Over the Phone
Somewhere in the same Universe
lightening will strike twice
Birds will sit in the front row
and the ships will anchor mid sea
The Pot of gold will have an epiphany
as the light of the rainbow will breathe
brush strokes of life, when the stars align
momentarily.
Corners of circles will square the spreading fire in
the tinsel of the stars will be set in stones
and restrain will drop all arms, unconsciously.
Jumping off the rhapsody of this sunset
will be our leap of faith
into the drizzle of chaos
You and I will splash into that puddle
that drips from the thundering skies
in that alternate universe
where lightening strikes twice
lightening will strike twice
Birds will sit in the front row
and the ships will anchor mid sea
The Pot of gold will have an epiphany
as the light of the rainbow will breathe
brush strokes of life, when the stars align
momentarily.
Corners of circles will square the spreading fire in
the tinsel of the stars will be set in stones
and restrain will drop all arms, unconsciously.
Jumping off the rhapsody of this sunset
will be our leap of faith
into the drizzle of chaos
You and I will splash into that puddle
that drips from the thundering skies
in that alternate universe
where lightening strikes twice
Saturday, April 3, 2010
A Rainy Day
The rain is silent,
It just sits on my window pane and sometimes slips away
Its scent lurks the musky room where the creases of the sheet still lay
The impressions of our bodies turned away from each other still stay
The pages of my half read book flutter in the thundering winds
The wax from the burnt candle chips away and crumbles by my toes
A cup of coffee, dark and strong
Oblivious to the orchestra of birds outside
Today no conversations fill my mind
Only the silence of the rain.
It just sits on my window pane and sometimes slips away
Its scent lurks the musky room where the creases of the sheet still lay
The impressions of our bodies turned away from each other still stay
The pages of my half read book flutter in the thundering winds
The wax from the burnt candle chips away and crumbles by my toes
A cup of coffee, dark and strong
Oblivious to the orchestra of birds outside
Today no conversations fill my mind
Only the silence of the rain.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
All I want
With every conversation you take a part of me,
With every smile you piece those parts together,
With every song sung you settle in the deepest corners,
And With every word written you dwell in me..
You create a me that only knows you
And all I want is..
To sit forever the the shade of the your sunshine
To swim forever in the melody of your voice
To walk hand in hand with you all the way
To live by awakening in your eyes every morning
To travel with the scent of the rose you put in my hair
To sip chai from the cup that drowns our sorrows
To dance forever in the rain that ignites our night
To laugh forever in the echos of your heart
All I want is to create a universe with my own constellation of stars where our hearts shine the brightest
With every smile you piece those parts together,
With every song sung you settle in the deepest corners,
And With every word written you dwell in me..
You create a me that only knows you
And all I want is..
To sit forever the the shade of the your sunshine
To swim forever in the melody of your voice
To walk hand in hand with you all the way
To live by awakening in your eyes every morning
To travel with the scent of the rose you put in my hair
To sip chai from the cup that drowns our sorrows
To dance forever in the rain that ignites our night
To laugh forever in the echos of your heart
All I want is to create a universe with my own constellation of stars where our hearts shine the brightest
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Musical Cures
One of those days.
a tad bit too milky.
Crap! the pen is leaking.
the spectacles are smudged on that one corner.
a third of the nail is covered with nail polish.
and the scrubs are starting to look a little more blue than usual.
Stop. Step back. Switch modes. Press play.
Woofer tu meri, mein tera Amplifier - musically yours?
Aadarniya Adi Chopra Sir - RESPECT!
Dhishkiyaunn - goli maro bheje mein..
Chewing gum hai chubbi ja - JUST DO IT!
Tauba tera jalwa, tauba tera pyaar - total attyachaar!
Volume kum kar - say what!?
Bheegi Bheegi sari mein, yun thumke lagati tu - mohabbat bollywood style!
Maalish, Tel Maalish - IT'S A GREAT IDEA SIRJI!
Raat ke dhai baj gaye - Nocturnal souls
Pe Pe Pepein - arre mandalin wale, baja na!
Dil mera bole De Dana Dan - gone are the days of the 'dhak dhaks'
Tohare dil ka theatre ma - Dil deewana booking advance maare re!
A smile. A laugh. Damn I'm Loud!
Ridiculous becomes laughter.
Obnoxious is because you're content.
Nonsensical starts making so much more (or less) sense.
Absurdity pushes you to the greener side.
All systems in place.
Reboots.
128.104.211.136.
a tad bit too milky.
Crap! the pen is leaking.
the spectacles are smudged on that one corner.
a third of the nail is covered with nail polish.
and the scrubs are starting to look a little more blue than usual.
Stop. Step back. Switch modes. Press play.
Woofer tu meri, mein tera Amplifier - musically yours?
Aadarniya Adi Chopra Sir - RESPECT!
Dhishkiyaunn - goli maro bheje mein..
Chewing gum hai chubbi ja - JUST DO IT!
Tauba tera jalwa, tauba tera pyaar - total attyachaar!
Volume kum kar - say what!?
Bheegi Bheegi sari mein, yun thumke lagati tu - mohabbat bollywood style!
Maalish, Tel Maalish - IT'S A GREAT IDEA SIRJI!
Raat ke dhai baj gaye - Nocturnal souls
Pe Pe Pepein - arre mandalin wale, baja na!
Dil mera bole De Dana Dan - gone are the days of the 'dhak dhaks'
Tohare dil ka theatre ma - Dil deewana booking advance maare re!
A smile. A laugh. Damn I'm Loud!
Ridiculous becomes laughter.
Obnoxious is because you're content.
Nonsensical starts making so much more (or less) sense.
Absurdity pushes you to the greener side.
All systems in place.
Reboots.
128.104.211.136.
Walking on Sunshine
To laugh often and much...
to appreciate beauty, to find
the best in others, to leave
the world a bit better...
to know even one life has
breathed easier because
you have lived. This is
to have Succeeded!
to appreciate beauty, to find
the best in others, to leave
the world a bit better...
to know even one life has
breathed easier because
you have lived. This is
to have Succeeded!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Late-ly
it's too late now..
the words have etched too deep
the voice has resonated too loud
the sensation too strong
the feeling has settled within
it's too late now to turn back..
it's too late to step away..
it's too late now..
your arms have clutched too tight
your eyes have sunk in too far
your fingers have ringed into mine
and it's too late now..
it's too late to make sense of it..
it's too late now..
we've walked that mile too fast
we've crossed that bridge too mighty
we've sipped the wine too gallantly
it's too late to stop now..
it's too late to understand what life was without you..
it's just too late..
the words have etched too deep
the voice has resonated too loud
the sensation too strong
the feeling has settled within
it's too late now to turn back..
it's too late to step away..
it's too late now..
your arms have clutched too tight
your eyes have sunk in too far
your fingers have ringed into mine
and it's too late now..
it's too late to make sense of it..
it's too late now..
we've walked that mile too fast
we've crossed that bridge too mighty
we've sipped the wine too gallantly
it's too late to stop now..
it's too late to understand what life was without you..
it's just too late..
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