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

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.

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

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.

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!

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..

Building a Mystery

Sometimes when I sit at my desk on rainy Saturday mornings and see the raindrops lining the bare tree branches I wish they would just stay there forever and everything around me would just come to a standstill. Maybe that's why people take on photography, to capture a moment in time and keep that moment, revisit it to relive that moment, publish it to share that moment and hang it up no walls to surround themselves in moments that were once. But then you slowly start capturing moments and letting go of memories, pushing aside your own lens and letting the machine do all the work. The charm of reminiscing a rush of emotions is slowly slipping away into the hands of applied science which builds us a mystical collage of events. Some days I just wish to walk down a road without carrying anything in my hand except the feeling of blood rushing to my fingertips. Not having to look for a picturesque photograph in every blink and taking with me a trail of every step I took. The feeling of just absorbing and not conceptualizing.