The lane that was dark and desolate until yesterday,
The lane that was sans any love or emotion…
The lane that beckoned for someone to come by
The lane that beckoned for just one glimpse…
The tree stood all alone in the dark corner
Of the forlorn lane
Waiting for someone to come by,
For someone to take shelter beneath it.
A figure stood at the other side
The other side of the dark lane,
Waiting for someone
She waited for someone to come by…
She didn’t know why,
She didn’t know why she waited,
Waited for someone,
from some where, to come by…
The mist that had settled in the dark lane
settled there permanently,
seemed to suddenly clear out
clear out slowly, gradually…
She saw the tree bringing itself together
She saw it stand upright
The leaves seemed green once more,
They seemed full of life, again.
She wondered what had happened
She wondered out loud to herself,
She caught herself walking to the other side,
The other side of the dark lane.
But the lane was not dark anymore,
And the tree was green yet again
She saw a tall figure waiting in the corner,
Waiting for her, or so she thought.
He came up to her and held her hand,
His touch lifted her from her dormancy
His eyes bore deep into hers
He smiled, and meant it…
She realised her wait was finally over…
The lane is not lonely anymore,
Nor is it bereft of any love or affection.
They walk down the lane everyday now
And sit beneath the grand old tree…
She laughs as he reads out to her
He seems surprised and asks her why
She laughs once again and looks at him
And he understands why…
He somehow reads her mind
And takes her in his arms
His warmth fills up her senses
And she smiles to herself.
The tree sways in agreement
Knowing truly what he means to her…
Her wait is finally over now,
For he is the one…
Monday, 15 February 2010
Thursday, 27 August 2009
The Last Symphony
He plays the flute as a daily ritual
Complementing the sound of her trinkets
The melody resonates in perfect symphony
With the glowing radiance of the morning beams.
She walks towards the gigantic door,
Stopping once before she goes within
Turning back, she looks at him
Smiling silently, full of dreams…
As the sun reaches its zenith,
He goes in for a refreshing drink
But nothing revives him more
Than hearing his lady love sing.
Her voice is what he lives for
He yearns to play the flute along
But forbidden ties hold him back
Thwarting his cherished dreams asunder...
She covers her head as she emerges
Gently closing the door behind
Her eyes look for him searchingly
Innocently hoping to catch his smile.
She is hypnotised by the dulcet notes
And walks guardedly on the ground
He is playing the flute once again
Completely oblivious of his surrounds.
She breaks into a magnificent melody
The air resonating with subtle romance
As his notes match her every word
They create a bohemian rhapsody…
Both had traversed the perilous borders
Created by the senseless world outside
Too soon their people discover them
And destroy their songful cadence.
It was a brutal clash of interests
That led to a sorry state indeed
They grabbed her ruthlessly by the hair
And lashed him for his temerity.
As they bled to death that night
Under the star-studded firmament
They wished to thank the Lord up there
For those precious moments of love...
He shakily donned his cap
And knelt to offer his prayers
While with her last bit of strength
She joined her palms together.
Looking at each other one last time
They finally rested in eternal sleep
Her trinkets entwining his flute
In perfect symphony…
Complementing the sound of her trinkets
The melody resonates in perfect symphony
With the glowing radiance of the morning beams.
She walks towards the gigantic door,
Stopping once before she goes within
Turning back, she looks at him
Smiling silently, full of dreams…
As the sun reaches its zenith,
He goes in for a refreshing drink
But nothing revives him more
Than hearing his lady love sing.
Her voice is what he lives for
He yearns to play the flute along
But forbidden ties hold him back
Thwarting his cherished dreams asunder...
She covers her head as she emerges
Gently closing the door behind
Her eyes look for him searchingly
Innocently hoping to catch his smile.
She is hypnotised by the dulcet notes
And walks guardedly on the ground
He is playing the flute once again
Completely oblivious of his surrounds.
She breaks into a magnificent melody
The air resonating with subtle romance
As his notes match her every word
They create a bohemian rhapsody…
Both had traversed the perilous borders
Created by the senseless world outside
Too soon their people discover them
And destroy their songful cadence.
It was a brutal clash of interests
That led to a sorry state indeed
They grabbed her ruthlessly by the hair
And lashed him for his temerity.
As they bled to death that night
Under the star-studded firmament
They wished to thank the Lord up there
For those precious moments of love...
He shakily donned his cap
And knelt to offer his prayers
While with her last bit of strength
She joined her palms together.
Looking at each other one last time
They finally rested in eternal sleep
Her trinkets entwining his flute
In perfect symphony…
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
And then again…
The ties that were so strong broke not so long ago
It seemed that there was no ray of hope, no tunnel in sight.
Her heart began to wander, wander far away,
To places and thoughts out of reach…
But her faith never dwindled,
She knew her prayers would not go unanswered.
She waited and waited…patiently…
Until the sun came out to brighten her day.
They finally met that evening,
Shedding the cloak of animosity,
Working out their differences,
And understanding where they went wrong.
Their relation had taken a different turn
As they realised each other’s importance.
Unspoken words passed between the two
Their bond dancing to a different tune now.
The bantering began soon after,
With her chasing after him.
“You’re incorrigible!”, she huffed.
“With you, I always am!” he countered.
They laughed playfully now,
The old days refreshing themselves before their eyes
They knew their bond was stronger now,
Stronger than either could imagine.
With each passing day, the heart grows fonder,
And the undying love refuses to wither.
For all friendships stand the test of time
when the heart is true and untainted.
Days turned into months, which turned into years
And somehow, they both lost touch
Following the madding crowd,
Pursuing their individual dreams.
But they never forgot each other.
Reliving the reminiscences of the past,
Which often made her blink away unshed tears,
While he would sit moping about, alone.
Twelve years had passed,
Since they had heard of each other.
Twelve years had passed,
Since they last met…
Until today…when a chance meeting
Made them face each other again.
That they met at their favourite bistro,
Was perhaps what providence had planned.
That they shared the only vacant table
Was also perhaps a game played by fate.
Their happiness knew no bounds that evening.
As they sat facing each other.
With tears flowing from their eyes,
They apologised for the time that had elapsed.
“But we haven’t lost each other have we?”, he asked.
She just smiled, and he got his answer.
They got up and walked out into the pouring rain.
Something, which neither had done in years!
They walked hand in hand,
Carrying their bittersweet memories along.
They walked hand in hand,
To the place where they truly belonged…
The ties that were so strong broke not so long ago
It seemed that there was no ray of hope, no tunnel in sight.
Her heart began to wander, wander far away,
To places and thoughts out of reach…
But her faith never dwindled,
She knew her prayers would not go unanswered.
She waited and waited…patiently…
Until the sun came out to brighten her day.
They finally met that evening,
Shedding the cloak of animosity,
Working out their differences,
And understanding where they went wrong.
Their relation had taken a different turn
As they realised each other’s importance.
Unspoken words passed between the two
Their bond dancing to a different tune now.
The bantering began soon after,
With her chasing after him.
“You’re incorrigible!”, she huffed.
“With you, I always am!” he countered.
They laughed playfully now,
The old days refreshing themselves before their eyes
They knew their bond was stronger now,
Stronger than either could imagine.
With each passing day, the heart grows fonder,
And the undying love refuses to wither.
For all friendships stand the test of time
when the heart is true and untainted.
Days turned into months, which turned into years
And somehow, they both lost touch
Following the madding crowd,
Pursuing their individual dreams.
But they never forgot each other.
Reliving the reminiscences of the past,
Which often made her blink away unshed tears,
While he would sit moping about, alone.
Twelve years had passed,
Since they had heard of each other.
Twelve years had passed,
Since they last met…
Until today…when a chance meeting
Made them face each other again.
That they met at their favourite bistro,
Was perhaps what providence had planned.
That they shared the only vacant table
Was also perhaps a game played by fate.
Their happiness knew no bounds that evening.
As they sat facing each other.
With tears flowing from their eyes,
They apologised for the time that had elapsed.
“But we haven’t lost each other have we?”, he asked.
She just smiled, and he got his answer.
They got up and walked out into the pouring rain.
Something, which neither had done in years!
They walked hand in hand,
Carrying their bittersweet memories along.
They walked hand in hand,
To the place where they truly belonged…
Thursday, 2 August 2007
I hated Mumbai when I first came here. The crowd, the trains, the Mumbaiyya language, the chalta hai attitude, all of these repulsed me. That was four years; four long years ago. Now when I look back, I see that I have changed a lot from what I was, and I owe it all to this magical city. Why magical? Well because it has transformed me into a completely different person. It has made me look at life with a totally different perspective; made me a positive person and as much as I hate to admit, I have adopted the chalega attitude with much aplomb!
Though my first year here was not what one would call a disaster, but I never really made any efforts to enjoy myself. I kept cribbing about the weather, the people, the language, the food… I mean… just about everything! I really wanted to leave Mumbai. But then, there is something about this place, something that pulls you to it. You’re mesmerised by the sheer simplicity and beauty that Mumbai has to offer. Quite literally, the city grows on you. I love getting up early in the morning, walking up to Churchgate station just to have bun-maska-chai. Doesn’t sound like a very scrumptious meal I know, but there is something about seeing the man slicing the bun in half, cutting a chunk of AMUL butter, applying it on the bun and cutting the bun in three pieces with that flat knife. Then there is this tea, which is made to boil beyond boiling point; rather, it is always on the boil. The combination is deadly! We had a bun-maska-chai walla right outside our college until the BMC asked him to vacate…
It was perhaps in my second year that I began enjoying this place, venturing out, meeting new people and discovering new places. And soon, I was in love! Sitting on Marine Drive, or just walking past, with the waves lashing at you during the monsoons, is highly romantic! Walking the streets of Colaba, window-shopping (though mostly, it ended up in burning a hole in my pocket!), exploring the various lanes, was so very mesmerising… I have always gone to these places by myself. Somehow, I feel that having company for these places doesn’t give me time to absorb all that they have to offer. Being on my own, I go wherever I wish to, without having to listen to the other person’s wishes… Hmmm… does that sound selfish? Maybe so… but then that’s how I am… fiercely independent.. Hey!! We’re not talking about Mumbai here… why do I always digress from the main topic? Tsk Tsk Tsk… This city has, I must admit, humbled me a lot. After having been brought up in Delhi amidst luxury, Mumbai paled in comparison. Staying in a hostel, where our rooms are the size of matchboxes “and” which have to be shared with another person, the bland food that our hostel offers, and many other things to which I was exposed to for the first time… opened my eyes… From the haughty, arrogant, full-of-attitude Delhiite, I have become the sprightly, confident, congenial and ever-adjusting Mumbaiyya! My family and friends back in Delhi often wonder if I’m the same person they knew four years ago… Needless to say, I enjoy the compliments showered on me… I am so in love with this city, that the very thought of leaving makes me feel nostalgic and highly emotional! Standing on the sea-shore and recollecting the glorious years that I have spent here, one song seems to resonate over the waves touching my feet – “Ae dil hai mushkil jeena yahaan, zara hat-ke, zara bach-ke, yeh hai Bombay meri jaan…”
Though my first year here was not what one would call a disaster, but I never really made any efforts to enjoy myself. I kept cribbing about the weather, the people, the language, the food… I mean… just about everything! I really wanted to leave Mumbai. But then, there is something about this place, something that pulls you to it. You’re mesmerised by the sheer simplicity and beauty that Mumbai has to offer. Quite literally, the city grows on you. I love getting up early in the morning, walking up to Churchgate station just to have bun-maska-chai. Doesn’t sound like a very scrumptious meal I know, but there is something about seeing the man slicing the bun in half, cutting a chunk of AMUL butter, applying it on the bun and cutting the bun in three pieces with that flat knife. Then there is this tea, which is made to boil beyond boiling point; rather, it is always on the boil. The combination is deadly! We had a bun-maska-chai walla right outside our college until the BMC asked him to vacate…
It was perhaps in my second year that I began enjoying this place, venturing out, meeting new people and discovering new places. And soon, I was in love! Sitting on Marine Drive, or just walking past, with the waves lashing at you during the monsoons, is highly romantic! Walking the streets of Colaba, window-shopping (though mostly, it ended up in burning a hole in my pocket!), exploring the various lanes, was so very mesmerising… I have always gone to these places by myself. Somehow, I feel that having company for these places doesn’t give me time to absorb all that they have to offer. Being on my own, I go wherever I wish to, without having to listen to the other person’s wishes… Hmmm… does that sound selfish? Maybe so… but then that’s how I am… fiercely independent.. Hey!! We’re not talking about Mumbai here… why do I always digress from the main topic? Tsk Tsk Tsk… This city has, I must admit, humbled me a lot. After having been brought up in Delhi amidst luxury, Mumbai paled in comparison. Staying in a hostel, where our rooms are the size of matchboxes “and” which have to be shared with another person, the bland food that our hostel offers, and many other things to which I was exposed to for the first time… opened my eyes… From the haughty, arrogant, full-of-attitude Delhiite, I have become the sprightly, confident, congenial and ever-adjusting Mumbaiyya! My family and friends back in Delhi often wonder if I’m the same person they knew four years ago… Needless to say, I enjoy the compliments showered on me… I am so in love with this city, that the very thought of leaving makes me feel nostalgic and highly emotional! Standing on the sea-shore and recollecting the glorious years that I have spent here, one song seems to resonate over the waves touching my feet – “Ae dil hai mushkil jeena yahaan, zara hat-ke, zara bach-ke, yeh hai Bombay meri jaan…”
Wednesday, 1 August 2007
Broken Ties…
What do you do when your best friend leaves you in the lurch,
In spite of you making all efforts to get back?
What do you do when you are avoided like the plague
By the very person to whom you gave your soul?
You remember the days when you were teased playfully
When you shouted at your friend for doing so.
But you cannot deny that you secretly enjoyed it
and actually waited for the next time he would do so.
The conversations over dozens of cups of coffee
And innumerable meals makes you sit and wonder
What went so horribly wrong?
You sit back and cry, your heart broken asunder.
You blame yourself for everything
For the friendship that has gone sour.
You cannot believe all that is happening
Your faith in relations dwindling by the hour.
But then you realise your mistake,
Your mistake of being overly dependent on someone else.
You stand up and shake the dust off your shoulders,
Ready to face the world again.
You do miss your friend at times
When you see something familiar,
But now you just laugh to yourself
Those memories, close to your heart you hold.
Your friendship will stand the test of time
Since you have been true to your friend.
You ponder for a while and realise…
If he loses you, it’ll be your friend’s loss, not yours,
But next moment, you look back at the days gone by
And secretly pray that things could've been otherwise...
What do you do when your best friend leaves you in the lurch,
In spite of you making all efforts to get back?
What do you do when you are avoided like the plague
By the very person to whom you gave your soul?
You remember the days when you were teased playfully
When you shouted at your friend for doing so.
But you cannot deny that you secretly enjoyed it
and actually waited for the next time he would do so.
The conversations over dozens of cups of coffee
And innumerable meals makes you sit and wonder
What went so horribly wrong?
You sit back and cry, your heart broken asunder.
You blame yourself for everything
For the friendship that has gone sour.
You cannot believe all that is happening
Your faith in relations dwindling by the hour.
But then you realise your mistake,
Your mistake of being overly dependent on someone else.
You stand up and shake the dust off your shoulders,
Ready to face the world again.
You do miss your friend at times
When you see something familiar,
But now you just laugh to yourself
Those memories, close to your heart you hold.
Your friendship will stand the test of time
Since you have been true to your friend.
You ponder for a while and realise…
If he loses you, it’ll be your friend’s loss, not yours,
But next moment, you look back at the days gone by
And secretly pray that things could've been otherwise...
Sunday, 6 May 2007
PACKING!!
In my first year in Mumbai, I always used to look forward to packing my stuff as I was ever-so-eager to go home. In fact, my packing used to begin in the middle of my exams! But gradually, I have begun dreading the packing sessions. No, not because I don't look forward to going home...but just that packing has become such a terror,given the gigantanormous amount of stuff I have to pack!!
I'm a die-hard shopaholic. Ask my room-mate. Almost every weekend I used to end up at some store or the other and shop for clothes! Yeah, I had developed a fetish for new clothes (not that it has died now...I just don't go shopping that often anymore!).
Oh yes! Coming back to packing...pardon me, I have this habit of digressing from the main topic ever so often!! Well, given the amount of clothes I have and the amount of books as well(keep buying books every now and then..have one helluva library in my room=D), I never know where to begin and how to begin... That's the reason why I also purchased a 6 foot cupboard for myself!!
I just hate the idea of shifting all my luggage into that tiny luggage room on my floor. What with my bags and cartons of books and my bedding!! Sheesh! That's the WORST!! Har saal ka routine hai yaar!!Bahut zyaada boringgg hai!! And it's an ENTIRE days job!! And trust me, its NOT at all fun!! But yeah, there are chances that you might find that lost ear-ring of yours or those scrunchies that have fallen in some corner of the room!! Now that definitely brings a smile to my face!!
Only, I wonder how much I'll have when I leave the hostel next year...Other than the usual stuff, I'm sure there are going to be millions of memories that I'll take with myself....Hmmm....Already feeling nostalgic...
In my first year in Mumbai, I always used to look forward to packing my stuff as I was ever-so-eager to go home. In fact, my packing used to begin in the middle of my exams! But gradually, I have begun dreading the packing sessions. No, not because I don't look forward to going home...but just that packing has become such a terror,given the gigantanormous amount of stuff I have to pack!!
I'm a die-hard shopaholic. Ask my room-mate. Almost every weekend I used to end up at some store or the other and shop for clothes! Yeah, I had developed a fetish for new clothes (not that it has died now...I just don't go shopping that often anymore!).
Oh yes! Coming back to packing...pardon me, I have this habit of digressing from the main topic ever so often!! Well, given the amount of clothes I have and the amount of books as well(keep buying books every now and then..have one helluva library in my room=D), I never know where to begin and how to begin... That's the reason why I also purchased a 6 foot cupboard for myself!!
I just hate the idea of shifting all my luggage into that tiny luggage room on my floor. What with my bags and cartons of books and my bedding!! Sheesh! That's the WORST!! Har saal ka routine hai yaar!!Bahut zyaada boringgg hai!! And it's an ENTIRE days job!! And trust me, its NOT at all fun!! But yeah, there are chances that you might find that lost ear-ring of yours or those scrunchies that have fallen in some corner of the room!! Now that definitely brings a smile to my face!!
Only, I wonder how much I'll have when I leave the hostel next year...Other than the usual stuff, I'm sure there are going to be millions of memories that I'll take with myself....Hmmm....Already feeling nostalgic...
Saturday, 5 May 2007
Somehow I have never really understood the theory of having a boyfriend. I mean, what is the need? I know the pro-relationship people would say that one is made to feel special, is occasionally showered with gifts, looks forward to meeting their loved one daily, et al. I would be lying if I say that I have never felt like having a boyfriend. It’s just that I think too much about the “consequences” of being in a relationship. I am basically too much of an independent person and I know the same will be curtailed with the entry of a boy. My friends mean a lot to me. I already don’t get enough time to spend with them. It would further reduce if I get into a relationship.
Suddenly, you’re answerable to that person, you need to put his interests before yours and there are so many other things that you need to do to keep him happy. You become irritable. I think mood-swings are at their peak when people are dating. It’s worse than PMS!!!
Why, I ask? Why should I do something like that for someone else? Am I being selfish by harbouring such feelings? I have seen couples fight like cats and dogs and many a times over the silliest and pettiest matters. It’s actually quite disheartening you know. You never know what would spark off a fight. And the worst is, I just can’t do anything about it. So many of my friends are couples and whenever they invite me for lunch or dinner or just a cup of coffee, I always feel a little weird. Even the smallest of their gestures like holding hands or hugging makes me feel left out. Absurd, right? Well, seriously, I can’t help it. I know I can always avoid going out with them. But I only seem to get along well with couples! Sometimes I avoid it, but then I have to oblige at other times. And the couples are completely oblivious to my feelings… I don’t think I can blame them.
It is at these times when I feel the need for a boyfriend. Mind you, it’s only when I’m with my couple friends. Else I’m completely at bliss being single! It’s so much better, especially for a person like me who guards her independence fiercely. I live life by my own rules and don’t really want to change the way I live for another person. Perhaps I’m selfish, perhaps I’m afraid of commitment, I don’t know… but I AM enjoying life big time and it’s predominantly because I’m single…Trust me!
Suddenly, you’re answerable to that person, you need to put his interests before yours and there are so many other things that you need to do to keep him happy. You become irritable. I think mood-swings are at their peak when people are dating. It’s worse than PMS!!!
Why, I ask? Why should I do something like that for someone else? Am I being selfish by harbouring such feelings? I have seen couples fight like cats and dogs and many a times over the silliest and pettiest matters. It’s actually quite disheartening you know. You never know what would spark off a fight. And the worst is, I just can’t do anything about it. So many of my friends are couples and whenever they invite me for lunch or dinner or just a cup of coffee, I always feel a little weird. Even the smallest of their gestures like holding hands or hugging makes me feel left out. Absurd, right? Well, seriously, I can’t help it. I know I can always avoid going out with them. But I only seem to get along well with couples! Sometimes I avoid it, but then I have to oblige at other times. And the couples are completely oblivious to my feelings… I don’t think I can blame them.
It is at these times when I feel the need for a boyfriend. Mind you, it’s only when I’m with my couple friends. Else I’m completely at bliss being single! It’s so much better, especially for a person like me who guards her independence fiercely. I live life by my own rules and don’t really want to change the way I live for another person. Perhaps I’m selfish, perhaps I’m afraid of commitment, I don’t know… but I AM enjoying life big time and it’s predominantly because I’m single…Trust me!
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