Only You!

"only u can make something so ugly this beautiful....

something so deep this light, nd sumthing as serious this subtle.."

- quoted by a friend for urs truly !

Memory Lane

This silent night, this night like few

I sit and write , a poem new

About 'ol friends, and new friends too

Memories good and bad, I quietly brew

It started with a morning bright

A face, a whisper, those eyes like night

And lightning struck me as I stared

But at that point I hardly cared.

The years ahead, were filled with light

My life reduced, to one desire

I floated in those pools of flames

they called them eyes, I called them fire.

And then one day the sky grew dark

The face was gone, the eyes were shut

The lightning left an ugly mark

A sinking feeling, Deep in my gut

The years that came, I won't regret

They broke me down and built me new

The pools of flame were now a threat

The fires out and darkness grew

And here I am, in a pitch dark room

A different man, a different heart

The stones of wisdom in my hands

Trying hard to light, another spark!!

I can't have good friends because I can't be one. I will not be cared for because I don't care. Expectations Suck !!!

New !

This place I went ..

New place I went ..

New Hopes, New Dreams

New Deserts, New Streams

New secrets unexplored

New stories to be told

New Sky New Earth

New plenties New dearth

New stuff in new bags

New beauties New hags

New roads New bends

New styles New trends

New enemies New friends

New messages to send.

New Laughter New Tears

New mugs Same beers

New reasons to drink

Old ways to say Cheers!

New people to know, New bonds to grow

New fields to plough, New seeds to sow

New secrets to share, New evils - beware

New hearts who dare, New hands who care

New crowds to drown, New reasons to frown

New heights rising high, New depths deep down

New things to lose, New fights to choose

New reasons for brawls, same pain from the bruise

And now I am told, by a heart of gold

When new becomes old, something new unfolds

As I write this post, this post called New!

The old that's gold is changing it's hue

From tomorrow's old to yesterday's new

With pain in my heart, A smile on my face

I begin my journey and say Adieu !

The Li'l Princess

The dying moon gives out a last cry of pain, from behind the thick cover of clouds...
Not a leaf moves, nor does a wing flutter. Not a shadow stirs, nor does a soul know. Nothing alters and the World ... The World moves on... On its way to eternal, ethereal glory.
The silent cries of the withering moon get lost in the deep dark sky ... Unnoticed ... Uncared .. .

And thats when, A Lil princess, with a heart of gold and the soul as pure and sparkling as a flawless diamond hears the silent cries. She knows the pain and feels it ... and prays ... silently ... with all her innocence and sublimity and saves the dying moon. 

From the far off lands of shades of Grey ... where neither light nor the dark prevails ... neither the good nor the bad occur, neither God nor the Devil rules ... Shady watches and smiles and salutes ... in silent honor of the Lil Princess ... 

- dedicated to the Li'l Princess

She ... He ...

He turned and he walked away. Never looking back. His heart turning to stone, slowly, painfully. An ocean of salt water blinding him, filling his eyes, drowning his innocent love. He was confused. He was hurt. A little corner deep inside of him filling with darkness. Every moment of the past five years flashing across his mind. From the time he first noticed her talking to the teacher until now. Her smile. Her golden brown hair. The little mark of an accident on her forehead. The bright yellow uniform that she wore when she played basketball. Her fair spotless face. Her clear brown eyes. The sound of her voice. The mathematics book she once gave him. The way her lips moved when she spoke. The way she held the pen. Her handwriting. The day he sat next to her for three periods. He desperately searched for a sign. A sign that she knew. A sign that she felt something. Anything. A sign that she thought of him when she was alone. A sign that she cared. A sign ... any sign. He could not find even one. A little voice in his head begged him to stop, to go back to her and say it. For a moment he felt like he heard her scream, he stopped, as if he lost control. But he regained it quickly. "It can't be real", he told himself. And he kept walking, not turning back and not knowing where to go. Knowing that the only place for him was next to her. Knowing that he would never get that place. Knowing that she did not know.

She saw him turn and walk slowly towards the empty classroom. She knew it was over. She knew this was going to be their first and last conversation in the last five years. She knew he wouldn't stop. She saw him going away, helplessly. A thin sheen of moisture covering her sorrowful eyes. Darkening the brown of her eyes and reflecting his fading image as he went away with each step. She thought about the past five years. The way he was always around her. Always there when she turned. Always there when she played basketball. Always there when she went for her music class. Always hiding from her sight but being there in her mind. At the gate, everyday, when she left the school, to say a silent goodbye. Never speaking a word, but telling her volumes about how much he cared. Never making eye contact, but always looking deep inside her heart. Never coming close enough, but touching her in ways no one ever could. She opened her mouth to let out a silent cry, asking him to stop and come back. But she knew he would not return. For a moment, she thought he fumbled, about to turn back. But he kept walking. Walking away. She did not know what would she do without him. She did not know who would care so much for her. She was angry. She hated him at that moment. Why was he leaving her like this? What was her fault? How can he abandon her like this, in the middle of nowhere? Why doesn't he understand? Why is he leaving her alone? And then she whispered, "How could you do this to me?"

Shady Goes Silent !

A Silent wait for realization...
A Silent Longing for being one in thoughts and action...
A Silent Scream through unmoving lips...
A Cold Silent Fire that burns within to make me numb...
A Silent Observation of the world within and without...
A Silent Admiration for things i see and learn...
A Silent Homage to the long gone Past...
A Silent Walk from the ethereal to Real ..

And Shady goes silent again !!!

Shady: A Hopeless Romantic

The Lil Miss me ..
says O Shady! Kiss me ..
And then Shady comes close
In her ear then he Blows ..
Sweet winds of Love and Lust ..
And picks up her dainty bust
In his big strong Arms
and she gets lost in his charms

Thats when happens the miracle ..
And appears an oracle ...
Who makes a quick prophecy ..
that across the geography ..
Will the Shady come across ..
Seas and Mountains he will cross ..

To come to his beloved lady ..
Who will always be with Shady !!!

In need of a tweak ...

Just checking the transliteration thing ..

कल तक मुझको गौरव था
मैं देवताओं की हूँ संतान,
आज मगर मैं आधा जानवर
आज हूँ मैं आधा इंसान।

कल तक मेरी धड़कन धड़कन
जीवन राग सुनाती थी,
लेकिन, आज है मेरे अंग अंग में
जैसा ठंडा इक शमशान ।

आग के हैं जो नाग के ये हैं
लिपटे हुए मेरे तन से,
पैरों से और बाजू से
और सीने से और गर्दन से ।

कौन पुकारा कौन पुकारा
देखो सब कुछ बदल गया,
कोई पीछे छूट गया और
कोई आगे निकल गया ।

धरती की आंखें भीगी हैं
और अंबर भी रोता है,
दुनिया में कोई सब पाता है
और कोई सब खोता है।

झरने हों नदिया के सागर
सब हैं पानी की धारें,
लेकिन इन आंखों के आँसू
जैसे पिघले अंगारे।

चीख रही हैं सारी दिशाएं
कोई दिशा खामोश नही,
दोष नही है तेरा लेकिन
फिर भी तू निर्दोष नही।

डूब रही है दुनिया तेरी
आँसू की इस बारिश में,
लगता है मेरी दिल और आंखें
दोनों हैं इस साजिश में।

Hmmmm... Guess it works !!!
On a closer look .. It doesn't. The chhoti "EEE" ki maatra .. appears at the wrong places.
For eg: the last para has this word "बारिश" which is read as "baarshi" once it appears in hindi.

Magically, if one copies it .. and puts it in the G-talk status message window.. The "मात्रा" appears at the right place.

Guess, someone up there in the higher ranks of Blogger transliteration project is reading this.

Fair Deal

1 a.m. Madhapur Kondapur Road. One of the most deserted in the city. A Row of long thin poles covering everything in a yellowish pale. The shadows of the leaves on the short trees between them dancing on the grey of the road beneath. The moon, a white arc trying to lighten up the misty darkness of the sky. The road, a boundary separating years of progress and cold neglect in a span of a few metres. On one side of the road, stands a row of buildings shining with the glorious future that awaits them and on the other, lie miles of barren land and rocks, degenerating, hiding the agony of their existence within their ugly, hollow cracks.
A figure. Tall. Strong. Lost. Black jacket. Blue Jeans. A dark bag on a tired shoulder. Walking, not to reach somewhere, but to walk. Steps, Small . Firm. Without a Destination. Eyes on the path just ahead of the next step. The existence of the figure reduced to take that one next step. Then next. One at a time. Like a Beast. Caged. Years of fight. Hot Blood against cold steel. Cold steel wins. The high spirited wildness turned to tamed obedience. The quick instinctive movements turned to slow, firm steps. A light. Bright. Very bright. The kind that blinds you more than darkness does. Nearing. Seemingly slow. But fast. A rising roar. A slight curve in the path of the figure. A slight hesitation... A leap. Tyre Screeches. A loud thud. Silence. Freedom. A subtle smile on the bright face of the lifeless corpse. The beast free from its tyrants. The living body dies. The dead spirit lives. Fair deal...