Monday, September 29, 2008


You have always made things easy for me,
but this time even you couldn't rescue me,
Being strong was never my cup of tea,
Being weak came easier to me.

The sounds of the train make me cry,
the red turns green and i have to say bye,
I know you will be back to make me smile,
but I'm too torn at the thought of goodbye.

It's been a year of being away,
I'm as weak as I was on the first day,
each time i watch that train leave,
my heart flips and I go all weak.

You hold my hand and hug me tight,
you say ul be back before i can blink twice,
these words are now a part of me,
they keep me company when I'm lonely.

I know you'd never leave if you had a choice,
but life's never been that easy a ride,
i know soon you'll be by my side,
it's the only thing that makes this pain worthwhile.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

to paarth....

all those times you were down and out,
i tried my best to pick you up,
you wished to do it by yourself,
you never did seem to need my help.

over the years i saw the strength,
coupled with desire to outdo the best,
over the years you made yourself,
a rounded person like few people are.

in times of stress you found your calm,
in times of pain you battled along,
you found the way and were determined to finish,
the road that had begun so long before this minute.

you conquered every fear,
you accomplished more than all near,
you believed it was never enough to reach the top,
which was your mission right at the start,

at every attempt you learnt something,
which left me in awe like very few things,
you always found the will to stay in the fight,
like the strongest toughest bear alive.

to paarth...
to someone who has been an inspiration and motivation to me.
who has been one of the main reasons i write poems.
to him.. for being exactly who he is! ummmaaah! thanks for everything... il always be grateful! i hope i could describe at least one tenth of you!

dance along!

love and concern replaced by hate and pain,
it was all part of life's unpredictable game,
new waves flow in and leave a mark,
another attempt to have a whole new start.

life goes on and it might leave you behind,
if you dont pick yourself up and rush to hold on tight,
not too tight, it will slip through,
not too loose, you will fall through.

gain enough control to know it's in your hands,
then when pain hits you'll know exactly why,
life's about the constant struggle to prove worthy for the ride,
worthy enough to face the storm, the music with all the worlds might.

the music plays on and you better dance along,
there's no room for remorse or tears, def no ugly fears,
learn to learn from each fall,
before it's too late and you fall too hard.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Special, precious and loony!

I was told I could fly,
all I had to do was try,
soon I had wings of my own,
to take me to places i wished to go.

Then on a bright sunny day,
I decided it was time to fly,
I tried and tried but failed all the while,
It left me shattered and broken in pain.

They helped me up and dusted me clean,
They made me smile and try it all over again,
This time around I flew just a little bit,
which reinforced the spirit to spread my wings.

They were there everytime I needed strength,
to tell me I can do it and never ever give in,
they were there at every high,
to pat my back and watch me fly.

They healed all the wounds slowly,
they nurtured me back carefully,
this ignited a part of me I never knew existed,
it filled me with a feeling I never believed existed.

They are my favourite people alive,
they fill me with warmth and truck loads of joy,
Suddenly I felt lucky to be me,
special, precious and loony!

A rainy day!

Pit- pat, Pit -pat, it starts to rain,
water everywhere even out of drains,
accompanied by a gentle breeze,
that is almost just a way to tease.

The clouds cry their eyes out,
which cleans the trees without a doubt,
what about all us humans around,
in our own worries we are selfishly drowned.

The rain helps in cleaning us too,
washing our feet, maybe our eyes too,
disguised in the rain come out my tears,
clears me of all my unnecessary fears.

Rain does more good than harm,
it's all part of it's wonderful charm,
It tricked me into releasing my inhibitions, (courtesy natasha bedingfeld- unwritten)
which led to freedom of my imagination.

All of a sudden the puddles seemed inviting,
for boating or for just insane jumping,
A walk in the rain always gets me to think,
of all those smiles that wont return with a blink.

Rain and memories are synonyms to me,
both good and bad come floating back to me,
it's all about picking the right one,
to make sure the rainy day stays pure fun.


She's loving and kind,
her presence simply calms my mind.

She's a devil on walks,
I wonder what she would say if she did talk.

She sleeps for hours together,
and is hungry forever.

Vet's clinic isn't her idea of fun,
fun maybe jumping in puddles or a run in the sun.

She will do anything to stay unclean,
giving her a bath is being way too mean.

Growl and bite are non- existent to her,
lick and wag remind me more of her.

She always seems to know when I'm down,
she also knows how to take away that frown.

She's there for me every step of the way,
to lead me along so i don't lose my way.

She's there everytime i need a friend,
with a sloppy kiss that never ends.

She's there with me at every high,
maybe asleep but close by.

She is my inspiration,
she leaves me in awe and admiration.

She's beautiful beyond words can say,
her eyes shine brighter than the sun's rays.

She radiates compassion and warmth,
she's my pillar of immense strength.

She may not have much talent,
but her love is brilliant.

She taught me to love and showed me bliss,
she gave me so much it's so easy to miss.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

an ode to the bad stuff!

"It always happens for the best". I hate that saying when it is thrown at me (not enough I'm sad. I just dont need to be told it's for the 'best'.) But when i look back at every horrible, absolutely down and low moment and from here(far away from them) it all seems for the 'best'. When life's test get really difficult for me and I'm sitting around moping i realise that sometimes the stuff that happens seems to repeat itself. i make the same mistakes over and over again. then comes a question that almost haunts me, "why does it happen over and over again to me? "
this weird sort of realisation hits that maybe... just maybe i didnt learn something from the last time the "stuff" happened. i (then...) over analyse the situation so hard that i forget the reason i was sad in the first place! and... to make matters worse i'm so involved in all that (unrequired) over analysing i cant get ANY work done. the only thing to seem to achieve from all that thinking (which is a very light term for the entire thought process that happens) is sending myself on a nice uncalled for guilt trip, where i either end up blaming myself entirely and i become even sadder than when i started this whole ordeal or just eat TONS of chocolate and gain some weight(the former usually results in the latter. but sometimes i choose to skip the first step. :P smart move i must say :P)
so what is the moral behind this eternal cribbing i do? i see two possibilities ( i wish i saw them when im down and out... rather than now) one - who gives a shit!!!!! or ho gaya so ho gaya!! (women are almost incapable of that i think!) two.- try... TRY! as hard as you can to keep your mind off it and when you are highly jobless in life it will return to you. At that time overanalyse all you want! but NOTHING is worth excess sad moments(that really none of us deserve) or buckets full of our tears. so if you did manage to get through reading this and have reached this... i guarantee you, you are stronger than you know! just believe that nothing is here to stay. especially not the bad times.