Arrogant I am... Am i really..?? ONLY IF I WAS ALLOWED TO SPEAK..

tym and again i'm told that i am arrogant... may be its tym to become one... if people take ur SWABHIMAAN as arrogance den its dere problem not mine... I think in dese past 4 years of mine...{The so called transformation period of mine} i have searched enough of my inner self... extracted enough answers to questions as to who i am and what i am.. and what i want to do...
My palms show dis.. but i am here to rewrite the lines in my palms.. tat is y i really dont care..
Only if i was allowed to put my point forward... was never given a chance... only if i was given a chance...
Never appreciate anyone on his face... otherwise the appreciation loses its charm.. the logic is simple.. the good word travel as the bad words do... even if said behind someone's back
Misquoted, Misunderstood..dis is lyf..
but no worries.. i'll take wat i want and move forward.. as my next milestone awaits me..
and one thing is for sure.. my IMPISH behaviour would never die out..
and one think that keeps me burning is same old silence of mine...
MY SILENCE SPEAKS MORE THAN MY WORDS..

THANKYOU ALL OF YOU

MAHEM!!!

Yes this is waht it is this tym round....

Ihave been thinking bout dis for a long long tym... but i think the tym has arrived now for me to escape free.. leaving all behind what i have earned...

Every thing u make sure u r not doing comes shattering down.. when ur blamed that u have not been upto it....

But the words "I think you've become arrogant of what have you achieved".... I think they were the last nail in the box or it would be more apt to say its was the last straw to be drawm....

But one thing i'm sure of is that its definitely payback tym baby....

n i'm surely give it back in a good way...

just waiting fr the right time n moment..

n i suppose the bitchy life does not dissapoint me this time round...

Just parying that i get over this hell ASAP!!!!
SOS heavens!!!!

Waqt Nahi

Har khushi hai logon ke daaman mein,
Hansi ke liye WAQT NAHI-

Din raat daudti duniya mein,
Zindagi ke liye WAQT NAHI-

Maa ki lori ka ehsaas to hai,
Par maa ko maa kehne ke liye WAQT NAHI-

Saare rishton ko to hum maar hi chuke hai,
Ab unhe dufnane ka bhi WAQT NAHI-

Saare naam mobile mein hain,
Par dosti ke liye WAQT NAHI-

Gairon ki kya baat karien,
Jab aapno ke hi liye WAQT NAHI-

Aakhon mein hai neend badee,
Par sone ke liye WAQT NAHI-

Dil hai ghamon se bhara hua,
Par rone ke liye bhi WAQT NAHI-

Paison ke daud mein aise daude,
Ki thakne ka bhi WAQT NAHI-

Paraye ehsason ki kya kadr karein,
Jab aapne sapnon ke liye hi WAQT NAHI-

Ishwar ke sab bhakt hain,
Par uski chaukhat take jaane ka bhi WAQT NAHI-

Tu hi bata ae zindagi,
Iss zindagi ka kya hoga,
Ki har pal marne waalon ko,
Jeene ka bhi WAQT NAHI-

EVERY TIME WE TOUCH

I still hear your voice,
When you sleep next to me.
I still feel your touch,
In my dreams.
Forgive me my weakness,
But I don't know why.
Without you it's hard to survive...
'Cuz every time we touch,
I get this feeling.
And every time we kiss,
I swear I could fly.
Can't you feel my heart beat fast,
I want this to last.
I need you by my side.
'Cuz every time we touch,
I feel the static.
And every time we kiss,
I reach for the sky.
Can't you feel my heart beat so,
I can't let you go.
I want you in my life.
Your arms are my castle,
Your heart is my sky.
They wpe away tears,
That I cry.
The good and the bad times,
We've been through them all.
You make me rise,
When I fall!
'Cuz every time we touch,
I get this feeling.
And every time we kiss,
I swear I could fly.
Can't you feel my heart beat fast,
I want this to last.
I need you by my side.
'Cuz every time we touch,
I feel the static.
And every time we kiss,
I reach for the sky.
Can't you feel my heart beat so,
I can't let you go.
I want you in my life.
'Cuz every time we touch,
I get this feeling.
And every time we kiss,
I swear I could fly.
Can't you feel my heart beat fast,
I want this to last.
I need you by my side.

The Mind of a girl

Mind of a girl

This is a poem I have composed,(not completely) which talks about the million things in the mind of a girl. I'd like all of you to read and comment(criticisms welcome). Especially if the girls can tell me whether I have struck the right chord! Thanks.

The mind of a girl

There exists something very complex and grand,
which even Einstien could not understand.
It makes every boy's heart go in a whirl,
That thing is - the mind of a girl.

A secret no man could ever unravel,
Although far and wide did he travel.
To understand what his love really meant,
most men have only, their entire lives spent.

Let us men try and break the shackles,
Even if it means a rip on our knuckles,
I'll tell you guys all that I know,
I hope all girls, then forgive me for doing so.

A boy likes a girl, primarily for her face,
And also her figure if it's like a curvy vase.
Looks do matter for a girl, but there's something more,
It's the boy's character, that's always at the fore.

Boys are quite casual, with many girl-friends at a time,
Girls are not quite so, they don't just fall for a dime.
They may have many crushes, will never disclose them,
But there's always a special someone, they'll adore like a gem.

A girl will take good time, to turn her "like" to "love",
Immediately afterwards, she will want you to take the "vow".
To pledge unflinching love and never ever betray,
This to most boys, is something out of the way.

Boys are the first ones, who want to get physical,
But before commiting, girls don't think it's ethical.
This is very true and boys seldom make a try,
To get into the girl's place, and know the reason why!

A girl wants a boy to be unique in himself,
But every boy imitates a Shahrukh, Salman or Saif!
The girl likes the boy for what he really is,
But the boy wants the girl to become - "like this"!
Girls like their personal space, which boys seldom give.
He wants her all the time and becomes very possessive.
A girl hates being ruled and finally gives away,
The boy keeps wondering, what went wrong in his way!

A girl will reveal her mind, to a kind and patient boy,
All he needs to do, is just act a bit coy.
It's a battle of the sexes, and we boys must win here,
If nothing else, atleast this will bring us some cheer.

So remember all that you have now read,
Before on the path of love you tread!
Now you know what is the correct way,
Do what she thinks, before she can even say!

I'm a flirt!!!!!

I Am Flirt...
They labeled me flirt
Complementary was
A wondrous debauch
Not that I complain
But I relish in vain
Explored the label
Discovered array of treasure
Trapped in quagmire
Asked myself
With whom I flirt
What I flirt
N how I flirt
If it implies
I flirt with
Caustic sentiments,
Gloom n despair
Then frankly speaking
I don’t care
If it implies
I flirt with life
As it flirts with me
We bargain
For I have lost
What I thought
I had won
If it implies
I flirt with dreams
So be it
I keep it in harem
N makes it my mistress
Conceive the bastard
N making the reverie comes real
Discovery all over
Exuberance all heightened
I want to confess
That I love to flirt
Yes, I flirt
To spread joy and love
To soothe the nerves
To make someone feel good
To bring a smile on unseen face
And to take the contented soul into
The arroyo of hedonism
Yes, I am a flirt
A proud one..!!

HOMECOMING

Finally the most awited homecoming was there to be seen....
But i don't knw y i had the feeling that it was not welcomed or straight frm the heart....
probably it was not that kind of a day...
or its just that i'm asking fr too much.. OR it might be the case nobody is bothering, and its just me who is taking all the pain...
i think its just that i think a bit too much and nobody cared and even if they, not a word was spilled out^^^^^^^^
But i'm that kind of a creature who cannot keep quite on a topic on which i personaly feel that something is wrong..
i have nobody to discuss bout it and that is y i'm taking out here at my own lil space..
one shud have pampered and make on feel special but NO.. instead the feeling was of unwantedness and unlikelyness...
And the attitude was CHALTA HAI types and KOI NI SAB KE YAHAN AISA HI HOTA HAI...
jo bhi hai i'll make sure that mere saath to atleast ye na ho na hi meri ma ko bura lage...
And neither the fortnight wala scene repeat ho....

THE DAY SHE LEFT...

The day she left
there became so many pieces of my heart
but i still can't fix them
i'm cold,i've become so numb

It feels like...
i'm walking,i'm walking on the road
but hvn't moved at all
i'm rising,i'm rising above
but m still there where i was

They laugh they cry
they shout they fight
but nobody moves me at all
they say love is life,unlike mine,grows with time
but it will no more hurt me at all
they say love is faith but has ditched me always
i promise...it will never happen to me at all.

WHY POETRY??? the answers!!!

A guy in our Locality (Akshay) had a question put forth,,,
i give here an answer...let's see if it's admired or just loathed!!!

read on >>>


Why poetry…the answers!!!


A poetic-mate of ours was wondering a few days ago,
Why we write poems, what reasons do we know,
So, I thought, why not, just compile and present,
Cause of this addiction, why poetry we can’t resent.

One thing’s for sure, no one’s born reciting verses,
If ever it happens, imagine the horror on the faces of nurses,
There’s always a first time, when we collect words that rhyme,
The excitement soars when someone calls it ‘a little above just fine’.

Slowly, we’re caught in a no-escape web wide,
Deriving pleasure from lingual idiosyncrasies comes under limelight,
With every line we add, ten other capture our mind,
The chain continues, relating new pieces with the ones behind.

Initially, there’s a search for topics to write about,
But later, with time on hand, there’s an urge to write, forgetting counts,
Sometimes, just to kill time, sometimes, to pour our heart out,
At times, our expressions are subtle, and at times, way too loud.

No doubt, all began, with scribbling on blank pages,
However, keying it onto the PC, is easily preferred by present ages,
But, leave alone the medium, the thoughts matter more,
Breaking fences, crossing boundaries, bringing alive every word to the core.

Well, I wrote what I felt, now it’s time for my case to rest,
Hoping I’ve convinced all my poetic pals to the best,
Don’t you dare desert this art, on the advice of some expressionless morons,
Write what you feel…feel what you write, and keep smiling…for you’ll surely ROCK ON!!!

Mood---kind of analytical.

Tribute to my fav dish MAGGI

when i feel like eating noodles but too lazy to go
The home delivery number neither do i know

I just have to pick the yummy pack
which is placed in the food rack

filling the vessel with water,wait for it to boil
looking at the container impatiently in a turmoil

finally i add the lovely white stuff
and await for it to turn yellow in a puff

I put my dish in my favourite bowl
mouth's watering and my eyes set to roll

to add some flavour,I add some lime
gulp the hot thing down in no time

if you are still wondering what it is
it's maggie , my favourite dish !!

I Wish I Knew How To Cry

How I wish
I knew how to cry
To get rid of the pain
Let it all go by

To stop feeling hurt
Become completely numb
Have a look in the mirror
See what I’ve become

Those eyes are empty
There’s no life inside
Those cheeks are wet
The tears still haven’t dried

Small wishes I had
They shall remain unfulfilled
I’m not really sad
But a part of me has been killed

How I wish
I knew how to cry
To get rid of the pain
Let it all go by

I had a beautiful dream
It has just been broken
My heart is getting shattered
With every word you have spoken

I wish I could be alone
Just stay here not carry on
Cause the fire inside has died down
The will to live is all but gone

How I wish
I knew how to cry
To get rid of the pain
Let it all go by
Not punish myself
By asking why
Cause I know you wont cary
Even if I die

DIS ONE"S the best of the lot i have written till date

For my Grandmother...
See you soon Granny
I am sorry I was not by your side
When you breathe your last
But i know
We will be seeing each other soon
Our happiness will be forever
I will be picking flowers for you
There will be plenty of them everywhere
We will be singing to our hearts' delight
I will be singing the song you composed for me
There will be no more tears but joy
See you soon, i promise

MIXED FEELINGS

dun tink m gud at ritin but still....


I have feelings of love for the Gal I see.
Does she love me too, what does she think of me?

I wish I could tell her she makes me whole, but I'm afraid to say
what's deep in my soul.

I don't want to lose her, for I would be alone,
and some days I just can't wait to hear her voice on the phone.

SHe does certain things to make me feel loved,
some days she wants to be alone and my heart is shoved.

I want to feel as though I am his safeguard,
the one she can come to when things get hard.

I will always be there to help her along,
and before we met I wasn't as strong.

I wish I could tell her what I feel inside,
but I'm afraid of what she'll say, how she'll act on the outside.

I M NOT WHAT I WANT TO BE

i m not what i want to be,
i m what the world wants me to be.
this is not the road i want to walk on,
this is the road chosen by the world for the marathon.
they say i m free but m i really?
show me my freedom if they mean it seriously.
i was born with wings but where are they?
there's no space to spread it, is what they say।
do i still ve my wings?
i dont know, or did they just cut them when i was feeling low।
i feel suffocated and i feel trapped।
i feel i was not understood and my talent was not tapped.
i want to not just reach the destination, but enjoy the ride.
how's that possible when they get upset if i slide।
they want me to achieve something which is their mission,
but how do i make them understand,
I dont believe in competition.
they dont let me go and explore,
they say there's no time for it anymore.
they dont let me cry, they dont let me fall।
they say you ll be insane if you do this all।
when i was winning for this world, i lost myself in the crowd।
but when i lost no one was listening even when i was loud.
why cant i just lose sometimes?
is being a loser one of the biggest crimes?
why are they judging my each and every step?
why dont they understand, i m not walking according to the map।
everyone wants me to win the war and so do i,
but when a few battles are lost on the way why do they say bye?
the world has two categories, that of a winner and a loser,
but do they understand i m none, but a fighter.
i m not really weak, i m strong. but their idea of my strengths are all wrong.
and so i say i m not what i want to be, i m what the world wants me to be.