Sunday, July 09, 2017

All I Knew...


My mundane ramblings or midnight musings
Be it my hooting mind either in agitation or merriment
All I knew, you were all that I needed

Walking across the meadow or be it sailing against the wind
Hands entwined, we did it with no destinations ahead
All I knew, you were my anchor

Fatigued by worldly burden
Numb with relentless social pursuit
All I knew, you were my torchbearer

Lost in the materialistic maze of the life
Faintly able to discern reality from pretence
All I knew, you were my cornerstone


All I know now, you aren’t here

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Obscure symphony


Fatigued mind cowering
Under a colossal heap of wasted emotions
Rummaging through words, spoken and unspoken
She stood in the midst of a labyrinth

Holding on to a dampened pillow
She looks at the dark shadows looming over
Drifted into distant memories of promises
It was hard to accept the pale blur of reality

Caressing her broken spirits and unaware of her being
She didn’t realize when a peaceful awareness wrapped about her warmly
The eyes turned misty and the heart turned cold
Swaying in clouded dreams of absolutes past and wavering tomorrow

Morning came knocking, along with him
“Hi there, I have missed you,” he sighed, taking her hands
She saw his eyes
Deep with affection and soothing just as she had remembered…remembered?



Monday, March 24, 2014

Not tonight...

Not tonight...

Breaking the shackles of restraint
I can tell you that all I ever wanted was you
Freeing myself of the inhibitions
I can show you how much I love you
But, not tonight…


Tired of walking on the meandering paths
I can tell you how much I missed you
Enclosed in the burning wrath of my soul
I can tell you how much I yearned for you
But, not tonight…

Not tonight…
Baby,not tonight….

Note: This is a love song which I scribbled for a story that I am currently writing;you can read the prologue at http://lovejingles.blogspot.in/ .

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

you AND me, not you OR me

It’s been ages since I wrote something, sorry ‘scribbled’ something!

Christmas always sets in the mood of nostalgia, love, romance, sheer joy, affection and a whole bunch of cosy emotions!!! So here goes a love song, ode to the “Christmas Mood” and to all those estranged lovers… 

“You AND Me”, not “You OR Me”…

Let’s not fret over last night
It was just a silly fight
Baby, let’s get drunk
Till we ramble and fumble

Let’s give a break to those altercations
Free ourselves from the complications
Baby, let’s get wild
With no room left for being mild

Let’s just stop worrying
Enough of crying and cribbing
Baby, let’s go somewhere that's quiet
Where I can sit next to you and watch you smile

Baby, it's Christmas Eve today…
Let’s just be “you and me”
Rather than “you or me”

Friday, February 15, 2013

Illogical & Irrational



Wonder what my life has come to be
Disenchanted, I have accepted the reality
White at one end and tan at other
Fiddling it with my fingers, do I want to do this?

Flame is lit
The tip gets hold of the fire
Starts burning like the man seething in anger
Yet still and solid at its base

Desperate measures for survival
Victim of fire
Crimson tip embraced by the ashy fume
Burns all the way along with my desires

The moment I kissed it
My whole body shuddered in silence
Plagued am I by those memories
I want to forget but I am unable to

The End
Until that comes by, I have to breathe
Another sick stick of madness is lit
This time there will be no shuddering

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

Hate us or love us, but you just can’t ignore us…


The damn villain ogled at Tina, Rahul’s girlfriend. Rahul is seething with anger…..And Ramya is biting her finger in anticipation of what will happen next in the movie,which is being watched in the mobile-How will Rahul fight those goons???

With all due regard to intelligence and hard work, Vamsi has succeeded in cracking some goddamn tough problem!!! Oh boy, one must see that Grand Canyon like smile flowing on his countenance.

Mukesh bangs his head on the desk, completely exhausted and annoyed by mugging up those English words from the GRE guide book.

Sanya is at the verge of crying because her SMS chat with her current boyfriend ended up in a bitter altercation.

Meghna,Neelam and Reethima brooding over the fact that the beauty parlor lady didn't do the manicure/pedicure (whatever!!) properly.  They dress up well and maintain good looks and insinuate certain guys to ask them for a date; when they are asked for a date, they 
pretend to be surprised at the proposal and slap a “NO” as if they weren't interested in the first place!! I wonder how Shakespeare could say such an apt thing thousand years back then-“Outward appearance is inward deception”.

With all seriousness, totally oblivious of the surrounding, Johny is jotting down something on a paper. I ponder maybe it is some brain storming derivation or some code to hack a millionaire website. I tried peeping into his note. It wasn't any derivation or code. Hold on guys…He is penning down steps of a stratagem to overcome the next round in some computer game, which was his latest passion (addiction?)!!

There’s always a room for exception-those unholy creatures, the sticklers, who still bother to stick a damn nameplate in their note books, mug up everything that’s there in the syllabus, never share their notes and assignments with fallen angles like us. Let me not talk about them; it turns me off.

And last but not the least; I am here sitting in a corner, writing, rather scribbling, all of this.

Well, you must have guessed by now that we all are in a classroom, where all these rainbows of activities are taking place, along with the droning lecture.
Some of you must be wondering how we can take our studies/education so carelessly and what this hell of an attitude is. Well, the answer is simple. We are the upcoming Engineers. No matter to which stream we belong, all we have to do is get our namesake degree; thereby we are ensured of being hired for a job of minimum (please note, this is 'the' minimum) 20-30k odd by one of those poultry breeding companies(You might be knowing it by the name IT-Information Technology). You must be wondering- poultry breeding- IT? What's the catch here? Let me explain. Like chicken who warms up and lays egg in a poultry farm, engineers warm up the chairs and run/copy/paste some goddamn codes in any of those IT companies. Hope- I have justified my analogy.

Not all of us joined engineering for above mentioned so called job. But, yes I agree that majority do engineering for the above mentioned fact. Not all of us took up a particular stream/branch because it was selling like hot cake during counseling and was in demand. Soon into the engineering college, we get to know that we have 8 semesters and we have 7 to 8 papers in each semester!!! And, not to forget those internal exams, useless assignments and lab records. The moment you would have liked a particular subject and would like to explore more, you will realize there are 6 other subjects waiting for your attention and in no time, another semester comes knocking at your door.  Very soon, we realize we are supposed to be Jack of all trades, master of none. Running to keep up with the attendance, maintaining decent CGP with no backlogs, trying our best to respect those intellectually half-baked lecturers (well barring a few exceptions), generating interest in all the goddamn subjects and still trying to be an engineer, we end up chasing rainbows. Disillusioned, we give up trying to be an engineer and stay afloat to get a B.Tech degree for that will enable us to get one of those poultry breeding (IT) jobs.

That’s what we, 'Engineers'...no a better way to put it...we 'B.E./B.Tech holders', are. If you love us, you will love us more. If you hate us, you will end up hating us even more. 

Monday, January 28, 2013

Numb


Unlike waves,
My life never rose again after it crashed down.

Coiled up in the corner of the dingy room,
I stare at my surrounding.

A rodent sniffs my flesh,
Wondering what is the difference between me and rest of the inanimate garbage.

Frustrated and mad,
I was no less than a wild animal.

Manhandled and assaulted by Fate,
I endured it all till the threshold level.

Broken and numb at heart,
I ran away.

Lying here in the midst of trash,
I can see through my discarded life.

Having hurt my loved ones with my venomous words,
I let the Guilt to punish my heart.

Scared to close my eyes,
I lack the courage to confront the images of my distraught parents.

Hoping that this is my last prayer,
I ask Him to whisper my message to my mummy and papa-“I love you”.