The Other Side

Day by day, week by week
At the same level in the game
Taking steps that are meek
But everything remains the same


It's not a prickly road
that one has to take
That is tough to travel
But your way, you make


Rather its a giant wall
Looking down without a bend
With condescending eyes
Marking your dead end


Well, not literally a dead end
But the planner in you halts
The meek steps won't help here
Here one needs to waltz!


A humongous push, a giant leap
To get back on the ride
Need a push over the heap
To see what's on the other side

An Ode to a White Hair

Apparently I haven't updated this blog since a long time... What better occasion than the arrival of the first white hair!
So here goes: :)

The birds chirped, the day was bright
Ditzy mode on: I was feeling light
Looked into the mirror, I was shiny and new
But the evening turned bitter, and I did rue
When a shiny thing caught my eye: behold!
A white hair: “Am I already growing old?”
“How did you get here? Where and how?”
My hair was black as the night: Until now!

There it shines brighter than the sun
Flashing itself out: it can’t be undone
As I slowly settled my grief into the bin
All hell broke loose: I found its twin
“Why are you here? Am I stressing big scenes?
Getting old this soon is not in my genes!

I might let you in my head, but not today
For now you are unwanted: you cannot stay”
With a pair of scissors and a big grin
I laid down the corpses: sans melanin
“Darn bright monsters, look at you!
Your owner’s not even twenty two.
For now, thou shall hide under my bed
And come back maybe when I am dead.”

After writing this, I'm now getting a feeling that if I had a guitar, I could totally turn it into a 'Phoebe Song'

Rainy Mountain

If you are an artist, God

Then mountain rain is your masterpiece

Falling as a gentle shower,

Then broken by the storm at ease

How meticulously it is forced

To form patterns, by the wind

Sharing stories of the happy times

Broken intricately into these

Infinite little drops, by the storm

Combined with hail and petrichor  

Taking away all the perplexities

Washing away all the filth and more

The lovely sound of the downpour

Is the best lullaby for the heart

Humming a song so pleasant
Rousing  everyone’s poetic part

Calmer than before

Chillier than before

Cleaner than before

Mountain rains are a pluviophile’s delight!

Out and About

I am in this beautiful place
With every piece perfectly fit
Of which I am no longer a part
Or maybe I never was...


Every person can't be wrong
All the fault lies in me
That I don't fit in
Or maybe didn't find my people yet...

Time is a healer, they say
Time will bring out the true colours
Time will heal all the wounds
Or maybe my Shining Silver would

Is the best really yet to come?
Someday we'll know
The darkest hour is before dawn
Maybe we're not there yet.
Maybe there's more to see.

Tikki's Day Out!

How did I get here?

Clambered up, as I wondered

I want a tractor!

The thing jolted us

As it went along the way

Barely sitting, 

I ran my sight

Acres to the left 

And acres to the right

Crossed arms, beaming eyes

And to tell how did it feel:

Felicity, mirth and fright

Cheeks going red (on their own :P)

I looked to my right

And saw a pair of beaming eyes

Mirthful, just like mine

Reflecting joy which was similar to my own

Those three minutes, or four

The same day :D

We were speeding on the way :D

He called it adventure

I called it SPOINK! :P

Maybe there isn't a word for the same!

But all that I know of

Is that I liked it

And I liked it a lot!

Note: I did NOT drive a tractor!

Another Drop On My Shining Silver.

It's okay sometimes to shed a tear.
When things go unruly, or you have fear.
But nothing disentangles things.
Surpassing like my Shining Silver.

At times, I wish I could have.
someone, or anyone.
Who would listen to my version.
Like does my Shining Silver.

I was numskull when I thought I have
Doting people who would make me forget.
And that I can throw away.
And won't ever need, the Shining Silver.

It feels that they can't perceive.
And I don't blame people.
For they don't know me.
Like does my Shining Silver.

It knows me inside out.
And that is the sole reason.
That I give away another drop.
After a long time, to my Shining Silver.

Click here for Part 1

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Some people keep scolding me for always coming up with depressed kind of things.

I don't know how angry will Vidisha get after reading this. 

But I promise, no more sadness from now on.

Monologue

Amidst the hustle
Amidst the noise
Here I ensconce, waiting

People to the left
And people to the right
A thousand different faces
In this fast-moving verve
We're a trio!
Yet so reclusive, it feels
Seems like I'm the only one
I can talk to, funny!
Yes! Me and my monologue
Getting darker now.
More people is what I see
As I start to wonder
Did the earth just start spinning faster
Will it ever stop
Or at least, slow down a little!
And upon the patration of this eventide
Being elevated to the 'Third Level'
I still wait for the bucket of bolts to come.
And take me to the familiar territory!

October 31, 2013
Waiting to go back to home. (A rather LONG wait!)
 

Yes. I am selfish.

I feel like a child today.
Like I was some time ago.
Like I liked myself.
Like I was my best.
Like I thought I should have been.
I wonder what took me so long.
So long to realize.
That pretty bloke might say.
That I am cold as ice.
And hate me quite a lot.
And the fellow is justified.
For I have done all the wrong.
But I had some promises to keep
Some jobs to do.
Some things to care.
Some steps to take.
So I might be bad,
But I'm allayed today.
Gentle or vile, scrimpy or nice.
I feel like myself today!
And that is all that matters.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry.
Forgive and forget.

Butterfly Fly Away

And yes dear, you don't understand
It's not anything we planned 
Kind of makes you think it's meant to be
I always knew the day would come
You'd stop crawling, start to run
Beautiful as beautiful can be

Caterpillar in the tree
How you wonder who you'll be
Can't go far but you can always dream
Wish you may and wish you might
Don't you worry, hold on tight
I promise you there will come a day
Butterfly fly away

Butterfly fly away
Got your wings, now you can't stay
Take those dreams and make them all come true

Butterfly fly away
You've been waiting for this day
All along you've known just what to do

Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly
Butterfly fly away

(Taken from Hannah Montana: The Movie)
No other words could describe my feelings at the moment. :)

A Ticking Clock..

I look at them
I start to cry
Not facing them
But in the mind

As I keep brooding
I flinch a little
I get scared, inside
But give them a smile
My very best

A Ticking clock, it is!
I wish it could dawdle
Sad! It will not
And that's how it goes on..