Rebellion

Me and Miley
are going through similiar stuff,
She is rebelling to find purpose,
I am rebelling after I found one.
She is rebelling
after success made her dizzy
I am rebelling
to find success for my own.

Love - Again

I felt touched,
for the first time in years.
I felt love
And it wasn't the
teeny weeny bubble-gum type -
It was love
as I knew should be.

And I felt
the heart throb overtime -
anxious, elated.
And the dreams
came back to my eyes.

Suddenly, I was no more
aloof to the world
and i could see -
love, tears and suffering around.
And I could feel -
Joy, fear, anger again.
 It was as if
I was in love again.

Hitchhiker's tale

Ramblings from today...It feels great to update after so long.

I hop from one to the other
to reach, where the lady is waiting.
I drink from the milk of human kindness
and I drink hard
to get drunk
but my feet won't stagger,
I won't fall,
I won't throw up.
I have a lady waiting
I have to go on.

I enjoy the sights,
all that the road has to show.
Green and concrete,
Old and new.
but I am not lost in history
nor in philosophy.
I have a lady waiting
I have to go on.

Diary of an A-League Girl

Day 1-

Ah! he pines away the night,

while I, his thoughts,

stay impervious to him, in my world.

As neutral to him,

as neutral can be.

Amused at his love -

so unrewarding and hopeless.

Sympathetic....

Sympathetic - nothing else.

Day 20-

He looks at me funnily,

longing dripping off his eyes.

I pretend not to see him,

his face, his sad drooping eyes.

Poor soul,

so hopeless and waste-

Why dream of stars

you know, you'll never get!

Day 101-

And he never looked at me,

whole day,

I passed by him thrice.

The hypocrite -

he had promised to love me

all his life.

Any way, it doesn't matter

I am way beyond his league!

Day 120-

Hey, its a month now

and he didn't look at me -

not one day.

I know it for a fact coz

I was looking at him

all these days!

What does he think of him, that moron,

the vile, wretched man.

So, suddenly his love is over?

that lying, ass of a man.

Its good, I could see through him

didn't fall for any of his lies.

What do I care?

Oh no, I don't.

He is just a dumbass,

vile, wretched man.

a drunk man

Dedicated to one of my drunk friend at a certain drunken night.

And the night

he gulped a bottle down,

the galleries trembled

at his madness.

the stairways swayed with him.

His rocking motion,

to and fro.

No mortal soul dare come near him-

No man, no dog

and not even a fly.

The moon hid back in terror,

even stars trembled at his sight.

The night he gulped the bottle down

he looked a man possessed -

exorcists were called.

the saddest love story

It was the saddest of them all-

the stories of love

that ever were writ,

except she never once had said

Oh dear, I love you.

A day of love

My love - one day long,

One day of madness,

One day of song.

With crack of the dawn

and parting of the stars,

there goes my love too -

Long Live the Scars.

Glowing like a hot neon light

I had been to Kolkata this summer. It is a product of that fine trip.

I had come to her,

from far,

and a long time too.

Her eyes were burning with passion.

The spirit was aroused, inflamed

and she stood there blindling,

glowing like a hot neon light.

The gloss of the night was hers,

as was the glamour

and she stood there illuminating

a thousand passers-by.

Moonlight faded in her presence

and night took heart from her soul

as She stood there bewitching,

a world ensnared by ghosts.

The honey kept dropping from heaven,

the fireflies coming up to light...

Somehow something in me had turned -

though I kept looking afar.

You

And You

in my solitude,

my thoughts for nights at stretch.

Yes You,

in company,

where all I see is you.

Just You,

in frolic

but all I think is you.

And You,

in tears,

the tears making dew.

A love that lasts?

I will bring you a rose everyday

for years.

one day, your face will wear down

and will have lines on them

unlike the rose.

But will I go away from you that day?

Not at all,

I will be old too

and you will be all I will ever want.

I will walk with you

to the garden every evening

and one day,

our love will not be fresh as it is today.

You will not giggle at every word I say,

I will not turn my head every few seconds

to see your radiant face

but our love will have grown,

ripened with age like wine

and i know I will love you more

than I will ever have before.