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..

Ditched by Everyone

The night
A lot darker, it seems
She's muffed
The rest of the world beams
The hurt
Has become more heartfelt
It's now lonely
The place where she once dwelt
A lot silent
Has become her cry
For the joy
Was merely a decoy
A tip-off
That she cannot share
Because nobody
Did, does, or will care
Her prayers
Stopped getting answered


Alone
In this night so dark
She decides,
She cries,
She winces,
She tries
The shining silver
Her only friend
It's time
*Slits wrist*
She dies

Ditched.
Ditched by everyone.

Start all over!

So I am leaving

And you are leaving
But just so you know
All the memories, good and bad
will cocoon me from going mad
Two thousand and four hundred
will be nothing for me
May we remain as happy
as we can ever be
Yes, I remember our promise
I promise I'll never lose hope!
We will remain as crazy,
insane and dingy and dope!


We'll have it all!
The fame, 
and the fortune
and more
But whatever happens, 
I know I have you 
for sure


A bright future awaits 
with purple gates ( sorry :P )
We'll go and grab it
with both hands soon!
Then I'll close my eyes
And you'll croon!

So don't worry, I'll be fine,
And I know you will be too!
May we laugh
May we cry ( khushi ke aansu)
May we succeed 
In whatever we do!
All the best :)

We'll have all the riches 

of the world, and more!

Together, our dreams will

soar and soar and soar ♥ 

(Does that ring a bell?)

और  अब  मेरी  कविता  ख़तम  होती  है |  अपने  कीमती  समय  के  लिए  धन्यवाद |

Yup!!! That's you!!! :)

:)

to all of 'em people out there reading this pretty lady's blogs...guess what...i'm a co-author now!!!
Look forward to showing a bit of my writing prowess too, though i'm...what...214% sure that i ain't gonna match up to my co-author's standards!!! :D
Good luck, and, Bon Voyage!

This Girl in the Mirror

I'm looking
And I'm looking at her

And I'm not recognizing
The girl in the mirror.

She says she's just the same
But I don't believe
No I don't believe
The girl in the mirror.

Still staring blank,
It's getting difficult to find
The slightest reason why I trusted
The girl in the mirror.

Stiff, uninspired, spiritless, hollow
She seems as lifeless
As cold ash wings
The girl in this mirror.

As the time passes on
It's becoming hard to face her
Each day has become a fight
With this girl in the mirror.

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

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