Thursday, August 27, 2009

Totally drunk in the spirit of Mumbai:

Local Trains (and memories of teenage love stories)

Monsoon

Vada Pav

Radio Mirchi

Mr Sood (Oooohhh my God...)

filth

crowd

pathetic dressing sense, yet the ability to look cool

Gujjus

BEST Bus

Ganpati Bappa

K. J Somaiya

IIT Bombay

Victorian Architecture

watery chai

tall buildings

unattractive and bindass log

freedom :)

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Its 5 am in the morning...I cant sleep, and while language is a poor excuse for communication, it all I want to do right now...write....but I will spare my friends of readin it...there is no specific reason for me to write this one..it has no tilte and perhaps no aim..no rhymes definately....

I just like the sound of the keys clickin into the scilence of the night, they bring some peace to me..just like the smell of the printed words...and in so many words I have lost that I can hardly see the humans behind them...and not i sit into the night to pay for curse of seeing the things that no one can..for making a vision on the cloud...all my thoughts elude me right now..just like the purpose of my life has been...for years..and while i try to recollect my memories...i am so sure that this has been the best part of my life so far...thats I do not wish to remember anything at all...Mann its been ages since i have felt this way.......

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Don't beat so fast my little heart

Don't beat so fast my little heart, your love is not to come
While you crave for a morning sun, it will just make you burn
They say you are made of glass, but I kno what art thee
You are but a paper which feeds, on the ink of my memory


You soak my thoughts and my dreams and my tears
and sometimes, faster you beat, for my fears
and when I have lived for many many years,
One by one I shall open thy layers,

to read of hopes and forgotten dreams,
of love and other really silly things,
of the people I met and work I did,
of sights I have seen and of places I have been
of poems I wrote, and hell this is the silliest thing

but when I have peeled off, all the layers
Ah! what a flower you would be,
but right now just don't beat so fast my little heart
least you would tear.