a sight so pretty..

here are a few pictures i clicked..
no big expensive cameras, no big hidden talent, just a few experiences that made my heart overflow with emotions of happiness, of shock, of sorrow, of amusement. a few shades of the world, that added color to my life...

here are a few pictures i clicked during my trip to Jagannath Puri....a place i will never forget, a place where i met with a completely different kind of relationship that exists between the sea and the people...the sea feeds them, the sea kills them, the sea helps them survive, the sea traps them in a never ending chain of death...and the sea is their mother, and the sea is their enemy, and the sea is their god....

footsteps,dat walked,into the sea..

the beach aint about the tourists,they come and go
it aint bout d beauty,its about the sorrow....

November 20, 2010


i saw a dead man die again...
i saw plight and i saw pain........
n i saw a fight,so long so vain..

i saw the fisherman's widow bow to the sea..
i saw d ignorant,the lucky ones, i saw me...
i saw whole lives,at the sea's mercy,
i met d father and the angry man,
that the mighty endless ocean can be

i saw a life,come 2 d shore of hopes and then go dead
i saw dem wipe the dissapointments off their forehead
and stare at the endless sea,hopes about the day ahead...

i cried one tear over their sea of sorrow..
i prayed that life will b generous tomorrow...

wen i walked to the beach,and i saw plight
i thot i was the only lucky one in sight

wen i walked away,wid a tear in my eye
they r d stronger ones,i realised with a sigh

a little bit of courage,from the widow i borrow...
i borrowed endurance,from the poverty's sorrow...

and i write on the sand,the truth of life
thr aint enuff prosperity,aint a worst strife

always less money,always worse pain..
and i saw a dead man die again...
and i saw struggle,so long, so vain....

the grey corridors....

i learnt what love is from d pain of seperation i get everytime i look at the old pictures,hear the old stories,remember the spicy gossiping.i cherish every moment wen i get to love my skulmates,my teachers again. i even cherish the moments in which i can hate the annoying ones again,hate dem,still love them in a completely different way.
i cry endless tears,aching to catch and touch even one tiny moment from those times,bt the past cannot be touched.

this is to the grey corridors of my school,that colored my life,that gave shape and shine to jst another stone that i was.......

September 18, 2010

the grey corridors sing farewell to me
they paint a picture of who i used to be
a heart so simple,a soul so free
wen i return to my chilhood's temple,
the walls ask,who are you,and who was she
she whose laffer was natural,flowing freely

the farewell stripped me of that innocence so pure
the ignorace was bliss,now,knowledge i have to endure
the knowledge of a world not so true anymore
the knowledge of intentions,of which i cant be sure
the grey corridors sing farewell to me,
they paint a picture of who i used to be

the echoes of ur sounds,kill me a little more
i run in the dark,towards who i was before
i trip and i fall,i clutch empty dark,i am sore
i run from the empty today,i see no light,i see no door
the grey corridors sing farewell to me
they paint a picture of who i used to be

and then i see light,a little glittering stone
i found myself,in an unshaped rock that shone
it sang to me the song of a future so sweet
it told me the story of a life i will meet
the grey corridors sing farewell to me,
they paint a picture of who i am going to be......

A roadside tree

yes, i got lazy, so here are a few poems i wrote in the last year that i did not post...
Friday, November 26, 2010
i wish i was a roadside tree
i would be tied to the ground and yet be free
i would sit and see the world passing by so fast
like i do now,so tired,but then at last
when i become the roadside tree
i would be tied to the ground and yet be free

i would smile at the birds,smile and say goodbye
my wings my leaves,i would fly so far so high
i would talk to the winds,and soothe a passerby
i would laugh at the world running,living a lie
i would yawn every morning,and not get ready to die
i wont let life go by,while i sip coffe and sigh

My legs are tied in chains that make me run
climb the success ladder under the scorching sun
but when i finally be the roadside tree
i would be the shade itself,i would be so free
i wish i could sit and write poems all day
be an old woman,with nothing useful to say,

i wish i could hold your hand,die and wake up again
i wish i could keep walking,be happy,be insane
i wish i could sleep and dream till eternity
watch the rat race,when i would be a roadside tree
i want to break into vapors,dissolve in the air
no wanting a life,no climbing the success stair

i want to block out the humming noise of melancholy
and be a temple's bell,so soothing, so holy
every autmn,i would die and melt like the snow
everyspring i would light up,like,diyas in a row
i want to be a stationary roadside tree
and i would be tied,but i know, then, i ll be free...

when i turned 18....

When I turned 18 I died just a little bit
If I were a tragedy movie , I d be a super hit
because I died more and more as I grew
Something like this happens
Nobody told me, I guess no one knew
because as a kid , growing up was the dream
we used to dream holding the occasional icecream
about the unlimited junk that we could have
and the thought about living alone was my fav
but no one told me its more like a sad zombie life
its killing in the success fight, dying in everyday strife
its not the laughters and jokes anymore
its love so harsh and fake smiles so sore.
staying up all night is not a fun challenge we wanted to beat
its taking espresso shots, trying to get the world at my feet
Kicking jumping dreaming of a world at my feet
Failed to notice ,its already there, so happy so neat
when I dreamt of a home ,a life so free so independent
I never thought of the compromises made, sleepless nights spent
Dreaming of a home, my nights were so happily spent
But who thought it ll kill me to grow up and make the rent
I also dreamt of a college life so fun,great new ppl I d meet
Everything will b so “cool” who thought of the friction and heat

Living was what I had dreamt of when my life I rewind
Dying first with separation and then with compromises
And then dying with lonliness , Was the last thing on my mind
But I m an optimist, a pretty arrogant one
I ll sleep and dream till I see the morning sun
I ll again dream of a life so free so “cool”
Who cares if I m still a dreamer, still a fool
I ll get myself a nice guy so cute so hot
Let the compromises wait, let the world rot
I ll get myself more fun stuff to dream about
I will grab what I want, I ll laugh and shout

I am an optimist, a pretty arrogant one
I ll sleep and dream till I see the morning sun

same..old...miserably in love...

to everyone who loves and hates love..and sometimes both at the same time...:)


so pretty and so so great..
no one in a hurry, and no one's late...
cupid is so kool,cupid's so clever....
everyone has been in love forever.....
singing songs and dreaming away...
cruhes and friends ,falling for life,everyday...
heartbreaks,pessimists,say what ever you may..
before we knw we are trapped in his wicked game...
the same old miserable,mesmerising love,
o dear cupid you are so mean,you are to blame...<3 <3

Kaash theher jaate

Raet ki tarah mutthi se,
kaash vo lamhe naa fisal jaate
jalti aag mei mom ki tarah,
kaash hum jal jal naa pighal jaate
maa ki mamta ki tarah,
bacche ki maasoomiyat ki tarah
kaash vo jeevit pal theher jaate

aankhein jinko tarasti hai
dil jinke liye lalchaata hai
sagar chune ko dharti ko
jaise pal pal aata hai
us kal,un lamho ke mrit hone par bhi,
bawla mann unhi ko awaaz lagata hai

arthi unki jal jaati hai
man,unke phool chugne jaata hai
kuch raakhein, kuch aansoo leekar
ghar wapis laut aata hai

aisa chua mann ko mere
aas lagadi jeevan bhar
rota mann har subah jaage
ilzaam lagaoun kiske sar