Always With Me

Day by Day 

I've heard people say

that I'm a blessed child.

Blessed - with a mouth 

that never stops yapping.

be it tuesday 

or saturday

whatever be the time

be there a reason 

or no reason at all

that is a habit of mine

But that day was different

I didn't say a word

and not a thing 

was there to be heard

That rainy night

That ceaseless fight

i had in my mind

had left me dewy-eyed

But the thing i couldn't find

was my way out of the hell

i wanted to squeal

but had no one to tell

of what i thought

or how i felt

Clouds of animosity

with all their might

added my own tears to the rain

i tried to make things right

needless to say, all in vain

THE SILENCE REMAINED UNBROKEN

THE WORDS REMAINED UNSPOKEN

Maybe that's how you feel

when all your hope sinks

and every little thingamajig

was pretending to be a jinx

Soon my wits began to sway

as i saw my dream dwindle away

I wish i could erase this day

out of my life, if there's a way

I didn't have a clue

so i started to rue

but out of the blue

showed up someone

to my rescue

And it was my mother

and though

She didn't say a thing

and i didn't say a thing

in a jiffy she ended

my incessant insane race

And i became resilient 

with her solicitous embrace

everything else failed

and then i could see 

albeit the silence prevailed...

she was always with me

Trauma of Three / The Queasy GoodBye / The Frame on My Desk-II (what's in a title :) )

 
When I first saw you
I was incredibly small
I used to believe in unicorns 
 and was just 3 feet tall



Do you still remember?

how we had that terrible fall         

when we tried to balance

on your giant basketball?

All those things

From Barbies on our birthday

and hopscotch and cards

to being Picasso in May

and singing like retards

that rickety tree

And now that  you've gone

I no longer climb

on that rickety old tree

to see you on the other side

hanging and waiting for me

I no longer jump up and down

when Eminem sings on TV

and no longer LOL at Chris Brown

or make fun of Gwen Stefani

Now I'm the solitary one to tell

of how many butterflies we caught

or to enjoy, laughing like hell

every time our siblings fought

But just so you know

you still smile at me everyday

besides tulips in a row

through the frame on my desk

That very frame

flaunting two little girls

dressed all in pink

end of the flimsy trio

now all I do is B_L_I_N_K

**

The Frame on my Desk

Picking up my things on day nine,

I looked in her eyes

And she looked in mine

I could see them

Turning into a river

From the tears she was hiding

I turned back and started moving

Hoping that she wouldn’t see

The tears I was fighting

I still remember the moment when

I was reluctant to let her part

But I was sure there was a place

For her forever in my heart

She was pretty, kind and clever

And those nine days we shared

Were the best days ever

I don’t know

What took over me then

I ran back and hugged her again

With promises to stay in touch

I took my own way

And she took her own

She has never called

And nor have I

Since that day

A lot of time has passed by

I don’t know what she looks like today

Even though I see her everyday

Hugging me

With the most happy face

Smiling at me

Through the frame on my desk

And relating me a story

And I’m sure

That I smile at her everyday

From her desk

And remind her of the story

Which she reminds me of

Whenever I’m in dismay

I felt ecstasy!

January 15, 2011

11:40 am

I Felt Ecstasy

My dream broke

It was Saturday, and raining

And for no reason. I felt ecstasy

Even though my foot was paining

I checked the phone

A new text that said,

"Hurry outside and see

The weather as beautiful

As it can be "

So I did as it said

And jumped out from my bed

I rushed outside

And to my delight

I saw heaven

In front of my eyes

Cool air, beautiful rain

Thundering sky, gigantic clouds,

Scattered leaved, gold and yellow

Just the sight of this

And my heart started leaping

And I saw all of this

When the world was snugly sleeping

Every piece in that jigsaw

At the right place, perfectly fit

It was then that I felt ecstasy

So picture-perfect, isn’t it ?? J

For you, brother

I'd never ever thought 
(not in the least!)
that I'll ever waste my time
writing about a beast


he's painful and pathetic
he always
sets my head on fire
he's the world's biggest liar


earlier he was nice
and i even loved him a lot
but now...... he irks me !!
the only talent he has got 


and sometimes i feel
he's strangulating me
he gets as irritable
as he can be


i swear to God
i hate him, i hate him a lot
he drives me nuts
and never gets caught


he's never nice to me
(let alone respect me! )
makes me fight with everyone
he's a hatred filled sea


SO THIS IS IT !


i wrote all this because
i didn't want to talk to you
but better be nice to me, little brother
because I've started hating you!! 

what you have might not always be there

Ever watched someone step on a butterfly’s wing


Or have someone take one of your things


Thought you saw the truth in someone’s eyes


Then you find out later it was all just a lie


Ever had someone change from friend to foe


As the world around you is stuck on “go”


You want to keep on dreaming a wonderful dream


To realize later it’s not what it seems


You wanted to run, but found you can’t hide


In a room where there’s no one there by your side


I ‘ve been where you ‘ve been . . .


I ‘ve seen what you ‘ve seen


So my word of advice—for your life please take care


What you have now might not always be there.