Without Yo"u"

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Trying times don’t impair me anymore, monsoon showers don’t excite…
Appalling dreams don’t scare me anymore, serene landscapes don’t enthuse…
Awful days don’t drain me anymore, blissful holidays don’t exhilarate…
Common pals grumble at me, while the best ones empathize…
[What the heck] Even a Budweiser doesn’t taste good without you……

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Was that good?

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The used scented candles, told me a tale of lust….
Wine glasses said they were envious for not being human..
Sleep said it wasn’t called for …
Television said it was a remote away….
Messed up linen said it was passion, my own limbs said it was compassion….
Scattered clothes said about the freedom, Shimmering sunlight asked “Was that good”?
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Waking up

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In a dream, it was some nameless day in a numberless year, you were sleeping. Draped in satin sheets, cushioned with pillows, your mobile was cozying to the right side of your pillow. I wake it up by calling, it in turn does the same to you. I am miles away from your pillows… They see my number and shy away…
“Hi” said I.
[A second of silence] “It’s the rain!”
We both listened. Amidst unknown miles across landscapes, of dry sun and dripping rain… waking up was never so good….
[Methinks] Going back to sleep listening to your loved ones too wasn’t less either ……
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Me Too

She said “Me Too….”
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My eyes closed…. I was transformed into a new world…
The clouds were playing… They were sprinkling flowers, on us.
I saw, infinite plush ocean blues, the tides, waving and saying “hi”
I wish the beach was not this long, I wish her arms were longer.
I wish the dream was longer, I wish I had another day.
She said “Maybe I'll hold your hand when we cross the beach today”.
So we better go out. I wish this dream was shorter now.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Love......

Tell me you love me, I insist….
[methinks] It was supremacy at its haste best.
She overlooks…..

Tell me you love me, I moan……
[methinks] It was a bit more respectable.
She answers.

Tell me you love me, I plead………...
[methinks] It was like don't make me beg you again.
She obliges… says “Me too”…..

{because she wants it to be done with.}

{I believe in it because I want to.}

Wed, May 28

Till I see you grin at the dusk, I am not blissful…
Am not certain, how to go by, today, all by myself….
I know this is just one more day, I pass it vaguely at will….
Because I know you aren’t doing the same, you have much at disposal.
Yet again I recline myself, doing no good…..
You know I'm a connoisseur of pretention……..

May 26,2008

2day, this starts as a time passing/killing exercise. Lets see where it takes me. I hear quite a lot about blogging now-a-days. Partly bcoz the Big B-town guys have taken up to this new frenzied act of button publishing... Some may have righteous thoughts to express through their blogs, some may use it for marketing or making some money/hatred comments... or just about anything they wanna do through blogging..
But, being me not having anything as such, I simply write.. anything to everything what i feel like... I am not sure, if anyone will ever read this, but if you are that unlucky soul, please drop me a comment.. (Even just a numeric number like "1" also will do..) as they all say naa "U work for someone/thing(s), write for someone/thing(s), live for someone/thing(s) and die for someone/thing(s).
If blogs are meant to be read, let them be that way, what's the harm in disturbing the whole very purpose of blogging?
I love the movie aviator, which starred Leonardo Dicaprio... There is a dialogue in the movie which goes like:
Mama : Son, what do u wanna become when u grow up ??
Kid : "When i grow up, I shall make the biggest of the movies ever made, I shall build the fastest of the planes ever flied"
Sameway, u ask me I wanna say "I shall be content, the day I have an Oscar and a Booker's"

Cheers , D