JAWAAB DO

Mehkhaane Se Bhi Zyaada,
Saraab Hai Tera Mujhpar,
Ke Khwaab Dekhta Hun,
Main Hosh Mein Bhi Rehkar...

Kuch Yun Tadpaati Ho Tum,
Ki Behlaata Sharaab Nahin,
Sau Lafzon Ke Sau Khat Bheje Hain,
Ab Tak Koi Jawaab Nahin

Har Roz Ki Tarah Kal,
Ek Tohfa Bheja Tumko,
Tumne Bhi Kal Palatkar,
Ek Tohfey Se Nawaaza...

Kaantey Thay Tere Tohfey,
Koi Mehektey Gulaab Nahin,
Sau Lafzon Ke Sau Khat Bheje Hain,
Ab Tak Koi Jawaab Nahin

Main Diljala, Phir Kyun Sazaa?
Meri Tadap Par Kyun Mazaa?
Haskar Sitam Kyun Dhaati Ho?
Mujhse Kyu Duur Jaati Ho?

Jaley Pe Marham Maltey Hain,
Chidaktey Tezaab Nahin,
Sau Lafzon Ke Sau Khat Bheje Hain,
Ab Tak Koi Jawaab Nahin

Har Pal Zubaan Par Dua Hai,
Mujhse Judaa Mera Khuda Hai,
Na Sunta Hai Woh Haal-e-Zaar,
Karke Laachaar, Gumshuda Hai...

Ho Tum Hi Mera Khuda, Aur Khuda Ki Hi Tarah,
Tumhein Mere Zakhmon Ka Hisaab Nahin,
Sau Lafzon Ke Sau Khat Bheje Hain,
Ab Tak Koi Jawaab Nahin...


P.S. - I SOOO Hate The Days I Write Poems...

Now Playing -> Fuzon - Aankhon Ke Saagar

BACK TO SQUARE ONE...

Its back to where it all began once again. I feel the same uneasy feeling I had during the first few weeks since I first met them.

I feel like a stranger in their midst.

Even if there's a conversation happening, I feel completely left out. That vibe and connection that was so strong only a few weeks ago has suddenly vanished.

If I have something to say, they don't seem to be listening.

They don't tag me along for tea anymore, and if I ask them, they keep me waiting.

My jokes aint funny anymore..I really miss their guffaws. They only laugh when I say something serious nowadays.

Some of them always have something nasty to say about me...I guess I'm to blame...I've been too much of a clown. No one takes me seriously anymore.

Its back to where it all started. I can't be my usual self till I'm sure that I'm accepted. That sense of belonging has faded a wee bit.

The sad thing is that in a few months, we will all go on to separate paths. Maybe we'll never see each other again.

Sometimes I remember those happy times we shared, and think how lucky I've been. At other times, I wonder why I always break the vow I made to myself a little more than a year ago - a vow not to make friends or emotional attachments ever again.

Is this why they say "Familiarity breeds contempt" ?

BLIND LOVE

The Cafeteria was crowded, as usual. I was sitting, aimlessly, sipping on my Cuppa, when I saw them descending the staircase. She gently tip-toed her way down, and he followed right after her, matching her steps, helping her negotiate the descent. He had one strong arm around her waist, and the other hand was holding her arm, firmly, yet gently. As soon as the last step was conquered, he whispered something into her ear, and she let out an endearing laugh. Then she whispered back to him, and he smiled. A few arm-in-arm slow steps later, they were seated at the table next to mine.

Between sips, I dared to glance at the couple. the girl was really pretty. Her skin was glowing and spotless, her hair fringed and bearing a tinge of auburn. A few tufts settled on her face like kiss-curls. Her nose was petite and cute. And here eyes...oh...those eyes...

But the guy...he was a stark contrast to the heavenly creature seated next to him. He was  stout, and seemed quite clumsy. His fingers were short and stubby. His face was full of craters and acme. The stubble looked anything but manly, and he was almost completely bald. The buck-teeth didn't make him look any better. But they were smiling...they both were smiling and whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Her eyes....

I noticed something strange about her eyes. They could never quite focus on the guy's face. Maybe his face really was quite detestable. They either stared straight into the horizon, or stayed fixed on the table under them. Those eyes...

Two minutes later, I knew better.

She was BLIND...How I wished that she wasn't.

The cacophony around me suddenly caught my attention.

A few tables away, a group of girls was looking in the direction of a gym-sculpted, body-hugging t-shirt wearing dude, drooling and giggling. 

Somewhere else, a group of guys ogled shamelessly at a "campus-babe", who was generously flaunting well-toned thighs and cleavage. She, in turn, seemed to be enjoying the attention, and smirked to herself.

At another table, a girl was telling her other girl-pals about this innocent geek who admired her, and describing the things he had done for her. They were laughing at how "dumb" he was.

Then I looked back at the table next to me.

The guy was holding a spoonful of the soup he had just ordered to the girl's mouth. She sipped. Then she groped for his hand, and when she'd found it, she kissed it. He smiled through his buck-teeth once again. 

A thought occurred to me. 

Somehow, this time, I was glad that she was Blind.

LITTLE LAMB

Christo Had A Little Lamb

Little Lamb

Little Lamb

Christo Had A Little Lamb

Its Fleece Was..Erm..Well..Not Really As White As Snow

But Yeah,

Everywhere That Christo Went

Christo Went

Christo Went

Everywhere That Christo Went

That Lamb Was Sure To Go

Bow-Wow!!!

Rocky had a haircut and miraculously turned from a dog to a goat :P

Cheers

LETTERS FROM THE FORTRESS

I'd built a fortress a thousand moons ago, after the massive plunder the Sorceress inflicted on my city. This fortress would keep my city safe from the pain and the gore that love condemns with. This fortress could never be breached. Neither human, nor soul, nor the Black Wind could breach this fortress I'd made. The walls were so high that even eagles couldn't scale them. They were so thick that even the might of a hundred beasts could never breach them.

The walls of this fortress I'd tried to strengthen with many layers of stone - "Stone-hearted". I'd man the watch-towers to keep intruders at bay. I'd soar the gloomy sky 'round the high walls to make sure no one came near. Intruders who tried to hard would be greeted with a wild roar, and chased out till they'd promise themselves that they'd never return. I'd scan the scents carried by the Black Wind for signs of trespassers, and the hollowness within the fortress made hearing even the faintest sound easy to pick.

No one, yes, no one could have ever entered my fortress. My Fortress could have stood forever, untouched by plunder and the weather of time. For a thousand suns, it stood like a giant, warning off every soul that dreamt of laying seige and capturing it.

And then one day, you stood in front of my Fortress. You hadn't the Magic of a Sorceress, nor the guile of a WOlf, nor the strength of a raging sea. All you had were a gentle smile, a soft voice, and hearty laugh, a caring heart, and an aura that spake of your innocence and your vulnerability. I don't know if your aura lied, but I felt you were like me. 

You were like me, and I like you - nay, I LOVE you.

So I've torn down the walls of my Fortress. I've pulled down the watch-towers. I've peeled off the layers of stone now. 

I'm begging you to enter the gates of my Fortress. See, I've thrown the gates wide open. Nay - I've broken them down, all so that you could enter without trouble.

I'm begging you to come right in.

Once you're in, lets together rebuild this Fortress. Let this be OUR new Fortress. A Fortress that would keep us safe and away from the Evil World outside. 

A Fortress that wouldn't let even the mighty Black Wind partake of our love. A Fortress just for OUR Love.

These pics are taken from the Vasai/Bassein Fort, Vasai, Thane, Maharashtra. Had gone there omn a trip on the 16th of August. Lovely place. For the fort's history CLICK THIS. 

For more pictures from the trip, visit my orkut album. Click THIS