tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52914624105843331222024-02-20T18:07:29.007-08:00My Blueberry Nightsxylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-34496613651733921022010-09-13T02:57:00.000-07:002010-09-13T03:01:27.395-07:00We're back to the beginning <br /> no one knows yet<br /> you'll come back when I call you<br /> no need to say goodbye<br /> my heart is just plain silly<br /> only it knows what it thinks<br /> your head is full, your lips are empty<br /> dreams die hard<br /> and like everything else...<br /> turn to dust!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-72974644105257963372010-09-13T02:28:00.000-07:002010-09-13T02:50:21.114-07:00"1ST RAIN BACK HOME"A rain that is so alien<br /> A storm that addresses my welcoming<br /> A thunder that announces my arrival<br /> A land that that is so unfamiliar with all its familiarities<br /> A gulmohar tree that's as orange as orange itself<br /> A dew that has awaited my return<br /> A window that breathes now that i'm here<br /> A swing that's not alone anymore<br /> this is my new home...<br /> or is it trying hard to be?<br /> my new home..away from home!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-88499358651037926542010-06-29T15:32:00.000-07:002010-06-29T15:42:35.793-07:00"Randomness at its best!"What should I call you?<br />My madness or my obsession!<br />the antidote or the venom!<br />my heart is sinking<br />a few feet deeper everyday.<br />When everything is freshly begun,<br />why aren't my bygones gone?<br />My memories haunt me...<br />Your memories are murderous...<br />Our memories are devastating.<br />Why am I still bearing this wrath?<br />Am I angry or just sad,<br />aren't they the same emotion?<br />am I constrained or set free<br />a decision I have come to take <br />that will change my life.<br />Why have I become your cardinal sin? <br />when I was your blessing?<br />what treasure did you unearth,<br />that you see no worth in me?<br />Why couldn't you be a friend,<br />that I was to you?<br />Why dint you understand,<br />all that was simply understood?<br />What made you think<br />that we were an exception<br />and not the oldest rule!!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-225742117686631792010-06-25T14:12:00.000-07:002010-06-25T14:43:48.385-07:00random thoughtsI think of you when I got to bed,<br />I think of you when I wake up<br />I don't miss you because I feel so dead<br />and I'm becoming quite the lier <br />I have a broken heart<br />one, I try everyday to mend<br />each day carries on and on<br />few,where I see no end.<br />Sometimes I stand and wonder<br />if it was all a dream<br />it ended as quickly as it begun<br />no rain, no warning...just the thunder<br />I stood there and watched my life in a flash<br />I surely must be dead<br />seeing my dreams and love go up in an ash.<br />Why did I depend so much upon you?<br />Why did I let you make me cry?<br />Why dint I see this coming?<br />Even though I knew all the why's!<br />You led me into this<br />you tried leading me out<br />it was well practiced with you<br />but you left me with a million doubts.<br />I walked away from you<br />which was the toughest part<br />I dint give up for so long<br />just quietly picked up pieces of my heart.<br />You walked with me till the very end<br />it was a journey to remember<br />I was left behind with a mind and soul<br />which had nothing to lend<br />Now I stand on a different horizon<br />as I try to take baby steps<br />to a life less ordinary<br />and to a new days dawn.<br />I'll remember you always<br />for being you and more<br />I'll cherish you and our memories<br />for as long as the water in my life holds.xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-69258316823033404302010-02-06T00:04:00.000-08:002010-02-06T07:05:48.538-08:00"THE SECOND SEX"I have been living in this city for a long time now. Though I have been in and out of it lately. What do you do when the people who are meant to protect you are the ones you're trying to save yourself from? I'm an adult,capable and healthy woman. Aware of the power I have and must better acquainted with my short comings. Need I be reminded every now and then by these vultures of society that I am the "Second Sex"? Of coarse, not. Being harassed by the cops on the roads,who are invariably intoxicated is not my idea of protection.I'm am the 21st century woman, and no I'm not apologetic about it. Why is it that our law,which is actually meant to "protect" us is proactively trying to push us back into the "saas bhi kabhi bahu thi" dynasty?<br />Who decides my late nights?who decides what I should wear? Who decides how i sit in the car? Who decides who I decide to do all the above with? Is it so difficult to practice my rights as a woman in this country. A country,the last time I checked was a free one. My clothes are my way of expressing myself,hence self expression...who put such a high price at being typical? I'm not going to succumb to the humiliation every single time I'm out late in the night. I thought I belonged to a society where women were given the utmost respect,after what i witnessed...i really don't think so.<br />Last night I was returning from a dinner with a friend in his car. It was then when we were stopped by two cops in the midst Koramangla 1st block road. The cops spoke to us like we were criminals and asked my friend to show his id cards and car papers. To us it was a regular check so, we willfully obliged. It was alright till one of the cops said, in Kannada that he could smell semen. I was taken a back when i first heard it,but then I dismissed all notions of him saying so. Then he said it again,and this time my friend who was being humble all this while heard it as well. He turned around and asked a little aggressively to the cop to repeat himself. But, the cops kept quite. After asking my friend all sort of details about him and me,he let us go.<br />Was it justified, am i being questioned about my ability to take care of myself? Is it fair to look at a girl like she is cheap trash since she is with boy at a particularly late time of the night. Is my dignity at stake here? Why do I have to compromise on my life just because some cops are out there to have a good time and make an extra buck or two. I can not be held responsible if these vultures of law are out there...or so it seems. Which direction do I turn to as the "weaker sex" for help? Why is it that its taken for grated that if I am with a guy late in the night,its has to be for sex? could I not be somewhere else,coming late from work,getting back from hospital,any other reason!!Late night with a single girl and boy does not equate to sex. This concept is not so alien to understand after all now is it! <br />Are we being targeted here? As if fighting all the odds, hasn't been enough, now we have this to deal with! I appreciate the "concern" Indian government has for us, but this has got to stop somewhere. Why are we being made a victim of moral policing? Are we not capable enough to take care of such things ourselves. Have we become slaves to typo's or is the system simply insulting our intelligence? Is this kind of underestimation right on their part?<br />I'm appalled...its time we do something about this!!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-88504850585866049022009-10-11T12:02:00.000-07:002009-10-12T03:12:10.448-07:00"A CAUTIOUS LOVE STORY"We were best friends,or so we thought,<br />stating facts out loud,<br />less to anybody, more to ourselves.<br />We were convinced, its never going to work.<br />Telling each other, its a phase.<br />it was a cautious love story.<br /><br />Without colouring me in his colours,<br />without getting coloured in mine.<br />We drowned into each other.<br />Lets not do this...we said said, it was<br />a cautious love story.<br /><br />'You' stay you, 'I' stay me <br />and 'we' stay 'us'<br />but, lets all three walk together<br />to journeys far & beyond,<br />a cautious love story.<br /><br />You are the voice of my silence<br />i am the words that fall from you<br />this is a secret of ours<br />lets just explore you and me<br />a cautious love story.<br /><br />A tear that leaves yours eyes,<br />drops out of mine,<br />every happiness small or big<br />its been you, me & us!<br />a cautious love story.<br /><br />Lets live like this...<br />with our inconveniant truth <br />feeling scared and helpless,<br />but,our facts intact.<br />Our cautious love story...<br />a regret for a life time.xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-77060763446316391302009-07-31T09:30:00.000-07:002009-07-31T09:31:55.626-07:00"Confessions Of A Hyperactive Commitment Phobic!!"The thing with love is that it’s a rather stupid thing. We invariably fool ourselves into believing that we can be the exception and not the rule. I’ve been single for so long that I think I’ll need therapy just to get over the guilt. Waiting for the right one to walk up to me someday. Well I’m 22, single and no the right one hasn’t evidently walked past me. I have, however had many false alarms. <br /> The really funny thing about it is that I’m a woman and women are suppose to have good instincts…well maybe not all women. I qualify as an exception. My instincts are such that every time I feel strongly about something or somebody, it turns around and bites me in the butt. Hence, I have decided that the next time I feel strongly about a guy and my gut feels evermore, I will turn around and run 100 miles in the opposite direction.<br />I deserve to be happy, I think. I’m not all that a bad person, really. Then why is it that if I see or meet a healthy, good looking, straight, intelligent man I want to curl up and die? I want to be swallowed by mother earth or struck by lightening. Not like all guys I meet hit on me or anything but just the general concept that men today follow-<br /><br />SINGLE = AVAILABLE = SEX<br /> <br />I mean get real! It is after all a human need and women need it more than men do. You see, for women its all about unadulterated pleasure but for men, its more about spilling their “beans” etc. it is true that men spend more time fantasizing about it and woman just want to get over with it.<br />I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to be with a man for good. The thought of sharing my space with a man seems rather terrifying for some strange reason. <br /> Seems like my Love Santa keeps getting stuck in the chimney all the time. As if that wasn’t problematic enough I’m an old school romance kinda girl. I want it all, the whole nine yards. I’m yet to meet a man who thinks that way as well. I don’t want to share bedrooms with the guy, I don’t want to share my dark chocolate truffle either. I don’t mind snuggling up and watching tv as long as the fight for the remote is not a constant war.<br />Simple girls have simple wants…I’ve got simpler ones…<br /><br />1. A man who can spot China on the map.<br />2. Can spell amalgamation. <br />3. Knows who John Keats or Russell Peters is and is well aware of the difference.<br />4. Can sing a line or two from a Dean Martin or Frank Sinatra.<br /> <br />Well these are just a few to start with. But, they are important ones. I think. One thing however would be mandatory… he has to love the beach and traveling. See now that’s a lethal combination hence, almost impossible to find and therefore doesn’t exist. Probably, also the reason behind me being 22 and single.<br /><br />My feelings are like a bowl of fish hooks, if I pull out one all of them come out at the same time. It could be the reason why I am a commitment phobic. It’s difficult to be wit a man who is trustworthy. Its like you give a man a free hand and he runs it all over you.<br /><br />HORMONES ARE STUPID YET VERY POWERFUL THINGS, WE’RE HELPLESS IN THEIR AWAKE!!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-36191390093857537362009-07-29T09:39:00.001-07:002009-07-29T23:48:01.872-07:00"Man On The Hospital Window"I got introduced to her today. I knew she was there in some strange corner of the world, waiting in anticipation for me to arrive. When I walked into the hospital earlier today. I knew I'd see her. Something told me, she wasn't very far away.<br /> The butterflies in my stomach which I thought were long gone reappeared from nowhere, as if to remind me of my anticipation of what was to come. The elevator ride like the stairway to heaven. I was there, I was ready. But, I wondered while I waited to see that nice man, what was taking so long? That nice man who I'd learnt to like from the past few visits.<br /> Walking into the man's office dint feel the same and that's what gave it away. I knew he had news for me from his tone on the telephone call early this morning. I knew she had finally arrived for me. I could hardly wait for the good new to anymore but, the doctor seemed to have an agenda of his own. I had waited so long now I thought a few, more minutes won’t hurt, would it?<br /> So, there I was in the hospital clothes, with rear end on view, yet ready as a man could ever be to hear the words drop out of his mouth. The suspense was getting fierce, the tension was building and then, just like that, there she was. All these years, I had planned, plotted and thought over all the intelligent things I wanted to say to her when we first met. Here, she was and I had nothing to say but smile emptily but, fulfilled. <br /> The moment had passed for me to say and for her to hear. I had retired to my new residence now. Small and precise, even boring to some but, for me it was rendezvous point. We were here and she finally spoke...<br /><br /> "Where were you? I've been waiting so long?"<br /> She looked so hopeful and demanding. I knew she wanted answers and today she was going to get them.<br /> "I left you many hints!" she said.<br /> Oh! If only she knew how those subtle hints led me to her, if only she knew, what it felt like to finally be with her, to be able to embrace her and live till death do us part. She was my companion, I knew, the one I had asked for forever.<br /><br /> So I wrote to her…<br /><br />"Dear Cancer,<br /> For all those times when I knew that you were waiting with arms wide open, for all those times when I knew, you wouldn't have sympathy but genuine love for me, for all those times where you stood by me. I thank you with all my heart. I want you to know that I picked up all the subtle hints that left me, because I knew you weren't far behind. I'm sorry for taking this long. But, now that I'm here with you, I feel complete.<br /> Thank you for taking me on journeys far and beyond. Thank you for trying to make it as painless as you possibly could. I know deep in my heart you tried.<br /> You are and will always be my cherished one.<br /> <br /> With all my love,<br /> Man on the hospital window."<br /><br /><br />P:s- i write this for you...dear friend...you know who you are,thanks for pushing me into the one best thing i know how to do...xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-79698572718191408212008-10-30T14:39:00.000-07:002008-10-30T14:41:23.882-07:00"The World Is My Oyster"The world is your oyster…the difference of perception is a joyous thing…life can be beautiful if that’s what you want from it. The choice is always yours. You either make it or break it. But, the decision is entirely yours to take. What help’s is stepping out of character…looking at yourself from a different point of view. Here you suddenly realize that life isn’t what you thought it would be. Maybe it turned out a lot better than what you had planned or imagined or maybe it tuned out to be a complete wreck. The beauty of it is that you need to make those decisions and never regret and learn to move on. Life isn’t as harsh or hard as we make it but it can be more fun if we just stick to the choice we made initially. <br /> It’s even easier to blame someone else for your mistakes, it’s never your fault but the pedestrian just crossed the road without being cautious and crossed a six lane road and banged into your car….its never your fault. If you want to look at things from this angle then your more then welcome to do so but the point is that you’ve allowed it to happen, and since life isn’t as kind to us the lesser mortals we need to make better and wiser choices. Opportunity doesn’t knock your door once….it knocks till you are ready to get off your butt and open it. But if you choose to open it and ask it to leave then it is entirely your decision to make. There are always three ways to do something….<br />1: doing the right thing. The thing everybody else has done has been doing and will always do since it is the right thing to do. I personally feel that these are the kinds who are the boring ones. Who in spite of getting ample opportunity refuse to use their full potential just because they do the right thing? That everybody has always done.<br /><br />2: doing the wrong thing. The things that nobody will ever do since it is the worst possible alternative to problem but there are a few less blessed people like me who go ahead and take this measure hoping that things are going to be different only because…you are the person in question. Then realization beckons and you realize life isn’t all about ha ha he he… however, sometimes this one thing blowing into your face is the best thing to happen since you know exactly what not to do the next time. That’s just being very positive about it.<br /> <br />3: doing the things that no one has done so far. Making the best of what you have and using it to its full advantage. This is officially my way of dealing with things…or at least try doing it this way…it’s the way you want to do things!! Right or wrong is irrespective here, as long as you understand what the best thing to do and do it. Why bother about what people might say, they’re people and they always say…whether you like it or not so is it worth it to waste time and effort on such wrecks? <br /><br />Find your joy in everything you do…make peace with yourself! You’ll suddenly realize life’s isn’t a bitch at all….xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-38389166387006319032008-09-01T13:56:00.000-07:002008-09-01T14:02:32.898-07:00'THERE ARE DAYS!!"<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5C333%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.goog-spellcheck-word {mso-style-name:goog-spellcheck-word;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"> There are days,
<br /> when getting out of bed,
<br /> is the biggest challenge I face!!
<br /> There are days,
<br /> when I sit among...
<br /> A massive pile of clothes,
<br /> wondering why do I have so many clothes?
<br /> There are days,
<br /> when open my eyes,
<br /> to a big fat golden dog,
<br /> fast asleep on my bed!!!
<br /> There are days,
<br /> when I listen to one song,
<br /> on <span style=""> </span>toggle repeat,
<br /> the entire night!!!!
<br /> There are days,
<br /> I wake up angry,
<br /> with the world for no reason!!
<br /> There are days when,
<br /> I wait for somebody,
<br /> to call and make me a part of their life!!
<br /> There are days,
<br /> when I walk into home,
<br /> and feel like I know,
<br /> nobody!!!
<br /> there are days,
<br /> I can't <span class="goog-spellcheck-word"><span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;">explain</span></span>...
<br /> there are days,
<br /> that bestow a new epiphany...
<br /> guess what...
<br /> they are after all just days...
<br /> some good,
<br /> some bad,
<br /> some pathetic...some fantastic...
<br /> try explaining them to yourself...
<br /> you'll have your own epiphany!!</p> xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-29112441752953566932008-07-02T06:01:00.000-07:002008-07-19T18:07:17.676-07:00"TIME! WHERE DID YOU GO?"Lollipop and chocolate candy stuck in my teeth<br /> dancing and the skipping rope keep me on my feet<br /> cycle races down empty roads<br /> falling in gutters and dirtying nice clothes.<br /><br /> Grow up grow up,leave those childish things behind<br /> its time to grow the spirit,soul and mind<br /> grow up grow,tomorrow's another day<br /> you know your adult is here to stay.<br /><br /> Stars still twinkle,water fights are fun<br /> my heart still soars in the warm summer sun<br /> i still want to play house and drink pretend tea<br /> and maybe prince charming will marry me.<br /><br /> Hearty laugh and desperate tears come and go<br /> as do clothes,shoes and tv shows<br /> miracles and thunderstorm do fascinate<br /> its a perpetual childhood state.<br /><br /> Feeling all alone and holding hands<br /> falling down and waking up<br /> from a dream gone bad<br /> on a cloudy day<br /> your adult is here to stay.xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-82208197788026074742008-06-30T15:32:00.000-07:002008-07-19T17:37:22.189-07:00"EPIPHANY"<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>The strangest things can happen when it’s least expect it. Life gives no surety of any kind yet there is something so magical about it. The choices it can throw at you when you’re not ready to choose. The decision is always in one’s hand. You either take the right decision or the wrong decision. Here lies my question, who decides if the choice made was right or wrong? God’s got one hell of a sense of humour, he manages to give one those choices and then sit and watch!! The irony of it all is that one always knows what kind of result to expect. Knowing it only makes things worse and confusing then they already are.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>The word “end” comes with other ghastly words like “bitter” or “cold”, it’s rather silly but I think that these words are the last in my vocabulary especially in association with the word “end”. I believe that the end is merely a beginning. Why end it anything, why not begin everything? There is an epiphany here; a proverb “call it a day”, there is something about it which fits the “ends” so well. Imagine having a really bad day and wrapping it up beautifully just by saying “I’m calling it a day!!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>I’ve understood very lately that it’s not the big things in life that give me “my joy”, but the small ones. Love is in the details and it’s not everyday that one uses this word genuinely and not push it around. If the little things are taken care of, the big ones are automatically taken care of. If one has a mind set of sorts and refuses to see the little pretty things, there is no way they’ll see the bigger picture. “Joys” are of many kinds and hold certain significance in one’s life. For me, the very essence of life gives me joy; the sweet little nothings give me joy!! I’ve learnt a new thing; it’s these little joys that are the building blocks of life (irrespective of what the science guys have to say). One’s “joy” is one’s very own hands! A thing of beauty will always be a joy forever!!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>One of my dear friends once said “the earth doesn’t stop moving does it? So, why should you?” as strange as it may sound, this is one of the biggest eye openers I’ve had in ages!! We’re human, we err!! It’s a tendency, we all make mistakes and that’s how we learn. But how many mistakes are allowed to make? Is there a definite number to it? “Move on”… word that holds so much continuity, yet today it means different thing. Does it mean to move on from the present state of life to a completely new one or does it mean to continue in the same situation?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>I’ve had the pleasure of walking around my beloved city with a camera and have captured so many faces now, I feel like I know them all. There is a connection that I have with them, every single one…one of its kinds!! A picture has a million things to say, somebody just needs to hear.</p><p class="MsoNormal">"LOVE ACTUALLY IS....EVERYWHERE!!"<br /></p>xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-15445561427625290952008-06-03T06:48:00.000-07:002008-06-07T01:10:55.234-07:00"CAN THIS BE REAL"I close my eyes,<br /> can't believe how much i can see...<br /> Can this be real?<br /> So much love that's in front of me...<br /> a dream is a wish,<br /> a desire so real...<br /> and the faking of it to!<br /> Having it all for a moment,<br /> and nothing in the next!!<br /> Can this be real?xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-81635777642115172932008-06-03T05:49:00.000-07:002008-06-03T06:47:00.546-07:00"HOW..."Rolling stones gather no moss,<br /> HOW long am i to roll?<br /> my life's on a standstill...<br /> a situation where I'm standing yet paying a toll<br /> HOW easy it is to get<br /> accustomed to...<br /> people..things...places?<br /> Old habits die hard..<br /> old dreams even harder!!<br /> HOW is it that i get attached?<br /> i trust so easily....<br /> either i am naive or just stupid!!<br /> I don't know yet...<br /> i smile with all my might,<br /> laugh at everything in sight...<br /> I'm loosing strength...<br /> HOW much more can i do?<br /> now the time has come<br /> to grow up and leave<br /> everything familiar and naive.<br /> DAMN!!HOW...HOW am i going to do all this?<br /> i like this,i like now...<br /> but how long...how long?xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-28822714911284184552008-03-29T12:47:00.000-07:002008-05-08T06:21:02.804-07:00"HE...."He had a charm,<br />he had a style,<br />he had that something...<br />he had it all that brought me a smile.<br />He strung a chord,<br />the very first time,<br />unknown as he was,<br />there was something mine.<br />He made me feel precious,<br />he made me feel wanted,<br />he gave me a feeling so glorious,<br />he gave me love that was potent.<br />He heard my non stop babble,<br />he always said he understood,<br />my words which were stones and pebbles,<br />were better with him but with me they never could.<br />He made everybody love him more,<br />my friends,my family,my dog,<br />teasing me with his well kept scores,<br />he was one proud hog!!<br />He was a man to the world,<br />he was a baby to me,<br />to him, i am his thing of beauty...<br />and his joy forever!!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-22439889025673138152008-03-29T12:38:00.000-07:002008-03-29T12:45:57.994-07:00"MANY A TIMES!!"i have travelled these roads,<br />many a times,<br />walked passed these trees,<br />many a times,<br />they know me.<br />they are as much a part of me,<br />as i am of them.<br />this night talks to me,<br />like many have done before.<br />the sunkissed leaves,<br />bid me farewell!!<br />these roads understand me...<br />understand the turmoil inside.<br />something in the wind knows,<br />the way i feel...<br />but refuses to tell me a thing.<br />this city gave me so much,<br />took away so much.<br />i want to give it back something,<br />but something that's my own.<br />home is where the heart is...<br />mine is right here!!<br />this will always be...my home,<br />bangalore...a place i call home!!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-39457761343896170682008-03-13T12:09:00.000-07:002008-03-13T12:42:52.152-07:00"Life's Good"Rainbow in my jail cell,<br />a sea of madness,<br />castles in the sky,<br />you can run around,<br />always on my mind,<br />some die without...<br />without having really lived,<br />and some live...<br />in spite of being dead.<br />every story has an end,<br />but life's the other way round,<br />here....<br />every end has a new beginning!!<br />circles in the sand,<br />message in a bottle...<br />where do you go from here?<br />i've had the time of my life,<br />saving the best for last!!!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-52006680147282987212008-03-13T11:45:00.000-07:002008-03-13T12:08:34.780-07:00"I Fail To Understand!"I fail to understand,<br /> the colours of life.<br /> I fail to understand,<br /> the idea of success.<br /> I fail to understand,<br /> the meaning of love.<br /> I fail to understand,<br /> the conjunctions of life.<br /> I fail to understand,<br /> the logic of commitment.<br /> I fail to understand,<br /> the way people love me.<br /> i fail to understand,<br /> what people love in me??<br /> I fail to understand,<br /> the species better known as "man."<br /> I fail to understand,<br /> the meaning of professionalism.<br /> I fail to understand,<br /> the difference between opportunity and exploitation.<br /> I fail to understand,<br /> why the sky is so blue??<br /> I fail to understand,<br /> the charm of smoking.<br /> I fail to understand,<br /> addictions of sorts.<br /> i fail to understand,<br /> how i enjoy being alive so much??xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-22828607341051657482008-01-12T12:30:00.000-08:002008-03-29T12:19:45.245-07:00" IF I ""Love is blind"<br />or so said shakespeare.<br />If he hears my end of the ordeal,<br />he'll turn in his grave!!<br />If i...could turn yesterday back around,<br />since i know how i feel<br />about you now.<br /><br />I have a choice though,<br />and the decision is mine...<br />I stay or i leave!<br />If i stay...i perform!!<br />a performance of a lifetime!<br />If i leave... i leave for good!!<br /><br />If i could turn back time,undo the done,<br />maybe then i would see the clear picture.<br />if the choice is mine,<br />which it is...<br />I'd choose to leave,<br />since i choose you!<br /><br />Pretence is an art,<br />and i refuse to learn it.<br />since i choose you,<br />i choose to leave.<br /><br />Being with you,<br />i can't be...the old me!!<br />things have changed,the end is here.<br />i'll never be...the old me!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-10480381789140243652008-01-06T13:57:00.000-08:002008-01-12T12:29:02.379-08:00"ODE TO THE INDIAN RAILWAYS"Sudden breaks,<br />which wake the asleep,<br />cockroaches by the dozen,<br />promising you...<br />of a tough night ahead!!<br />My quilt smells,<br />like something has been living in it previously!<br />the pillow promotes,<br />some sort of hair oil.<br />The curtains add luxury,<br />to my misery!!<br />the man sleeping in front of me...<br />can wake the dead city of Mohenjodaro!!<br />I look out of the window,<br />the giant crack doesn't help much.<br />The floor is clean...<br />and clean are the rest rooms,<br />now there is a true surprise!!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-5847582133157201622008-01-06T13:45:00.000-08:002008-01-06T13:56:28.312-08:00"MAN WAS A BOY"Once i knew a happy man,<br />his happiness was his biggest curse.<br />he had a book of memories,<br />with many pages still unwritten...<br />things unsaid,unplanned.<br />man was a boy,deep inside...<br />like all of them are!<br />close your eyes<br />in order to see,<br />beyond what's visible.<br />pride...love...sex...chasing cars,<br />its the same "ball"game!<br />man was a boy,deep inside...<br />and he never grew up!!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-57815126783181538922007-10-22T12:06:00.001-07:002007-10-22T12:24:05.319-07:00"FIREFLIES"Flickering around like<br />deemed ideas<br />standing still...broken.<br />Breathing light...<br />on a bedspread of colours,<br />up on the faith hill,<br />in the big sky,<br />with every tingling feeling<br />fireflies...take my wish,<br />my burning dreams<br />and give them meaning!<br />A slow and steady rush<br />marks your presence,<br />demanding attention.<br />Pave the path,<br />the way you want,<br />gothic or gospel.<br />fireflies...take my wish<br />and my burning dreams<br />be strong,cest la vie!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-23425764155845544732007-10-22T11:33:00.000-07:002008-01-12T12:27:21.496-08:00"CRASH INTO ME"Its been amazing,<br />these past few days.<br />walking on sunshine,<br />being happy and;<br />for a change<br />not feeling guilty about it,<br />its usually hard to hold on.<br />My heart and head<br />speak in languages alian to me.<br />I have eloped with my deams,<br />reality,just too "dry"<br />"dry" for its own good<br />each moment of this...<br />glorious day passes me by,<br />whispering sweet nothings,<br />in my ears and head.<br />The wind blows through<br />my hair,reassuring me<br />of my beauty!!<br />the way its never done before,<br />this wind...plays naughtouriously<br />with my memories<br />and throwing flashbacks at me...<br />crash into me....<br />come into me...and in a vague momentum<br />setting me free.<br />Setting me free from "suppose to be"<br />words i detest the most!<br />i'm a special person<br />so why should someone else be like me?<br />my ideas crash into me....<br />my thoughts crash into me....<br />my values crash into me....<br />my loved ones crash into me...<br />i crash into time,<br />and my past questions me.<br />I must be demented to be delighted,<br />in a situation like such!<br />this freedom i have newly gained,<br />doesn't compromise my dignity.<br />I like it here!<br />I like "this"<br />crashed into me or not...<br />someday it will...<br />like everything else did and does!!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-59907683912476225912007-10-22T11:19:00.000-07:002007-10-28T13:04:16.979-07:00"TO YOU I BELONG"I opened my eyes to her<br />was feeling rather queasy<br />she came and looked at me<br />smiled and said "wow"<br />she ended up being the closest in a row.<br />She went away,<br />but came back for me.<br />a little talcome<br />that was always welcome!<br />she was really nice,<br />gave me her stuff,<br />i on the other hand<br />put it in my mouth.<br />Babbling idiot that i was...<br />perfection as i knew it,<br />and always will,<br />my ena...to you i belong!!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291462410584333122.post-26769841189974723552007-10-22T10:32:00.000-07:002008-06-07T01:15:20.641-07:00"I FEEL LIKE AN INSIGNIFICANT SPECK"Sitting here on the banks<br />of ivory colured waters<br />i can feel everything<br />yet feel so numb.<br />these waves come and go as though,<br />taunting me and my size<br />against its own<br />i choose to ignore...<br />i wish i could<br />but it doesn't let me!<br />i feel like an insignificant speck.<br />the voice inside me tells me things...<br />and so does this sea!<br />amalgamation of thoughts<br />speaking volumes of silence<br />i'll find my way...i guess.<br />i'll shout back someday<br />irony is that,that i know<br />its never going to change<br />this sea will always be bigger than me<br />but maybe just maybe someday when i know my worth<br />i wont feel as insignificant as i do now!xylshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472455572550249487noreply@blogger.com0