pata nahi.....
ki kya hai pata?
hai koshish ki paar paane ki
har woh satah,
aur uska sila...
dhoop ki parchayi ko,
neend ki aankho se,
dekha bhi, aur nahi bhi dekha..
us ek door ke liye.
sab najdikiya bhi laga chhod doon..
par door ka kuchh ,
jawab na mila.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Friday, April 15, 2005
dreams..and truth?
He was gasping for air, running…with no ends in sight. Some turn would see him break, or die. Who knows?
Something is wrong…something is vividly wrong about this place. Why else, u choke? Pessimist? Yeah. And why would an Arian ever be pessimist. Just because he escapes, just because he takes it easy?
Well, , the above are not my lines, and I do not know whose are these, but some while ago…I saw a man running wanting air…or death. And why in dreams? Why can not reality be as dramatic as this? I am not in knowledge. For, I have always been this ignorant.
Dreams have never been sweet to me. Always those dreading devils, warfront, a hand from the back…some villain of the love stories, have been the visitors. Guess I have always actually wanted to meet them in my actual self? And whom do I meet, some people who can not be villains even in drams.
What I conclude is, life this..is better than the dreamworld..and wonder why everyone says this is as good as dream? I love my dreams…but not more than this truth, that they are after all….dreams.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
words.....
words,
they have their own path;
trials have been many,
mine and not-mine,
alas! all in agony.
eyes,
however u shun them,will see;
for, they know not , what else to do.
shut them, and they are free.
unbolt..and they will flee.
heart,
palpitates.
beats..for it can`t say no.
loves...for it has a heart.
drenches...blood is wet.
and you know it will stop one time.
till then...its life.
and life...will be lived,
however u deny,
however u defy,
untill when...its death.
they have their own path;
trials have been many,
mine and not-mine,
alas! all in agony.
eyes,
however u shun them,will see;
for, they know not , what else to do.
shut them, and they are free.
unbolt..and they will flee.
heart,
palpitates.
beats..for it can`t say no.
loves...for it has a heart.
drenches...blood is wet.
and you know it will stop one time.
till then...its life.
and life...will be lived,
however u deny,
however u defy,
untill when...its death.
rekindled....
looks like,
life is just today..
time takes,
the heart away.
accentuated expressions of a fille,
perspire dreams, longings stay.
feels like, the watch zeroes.
the me, steps ..and jams.
runs away, stops, hibernates,
now and then , the pulse rams.
was not the same ,
the date that day.
was not the name,
just for the sake.i was here ,
and there was me.
at least as much,
as i could see.
love , rekindled...without fire.
and whom can i blame..but thee.
life is just today..
time takes,
the heart away.
accentuated expressions of a fille,
perspire dreams, longings stay.
feels like, the watch zeroes.
the me, steps ..and jams.
runs away, stops, hibernates,
now and then , the pulse rams.
was not the same ,
the date that day.
was not the name,
just for the sake.i was here ,
and there was me.
at least as much,
as i could see.
love , rekindled...without fire.
and whom can i blame..but thee.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
0301 hrs
wednasday
16th march
changes. i used to love them, i really did. and they used to like me as well, it seems. for...they always have been endorsing me without fail. this change, but, has some precarious minitues. it is one which gonna change me completely, if not my life.
academics, they suffer if not taken care of. and i do not take care of them pretty well. out of question. the viva today was a sheer example of that, how many awakenings will turn the page. and will the page turned and worked on. not seems like.
sometimes my being so selfish sucks. can i ever do something which does not involve my personal gain in one form of the other? not really...not at least have a sight to see. architecture of life is so one dimentional, even if i change the perspective, the view is the same.
no more thoughts,one thing which occured to me to write is...i love her.
aashu
wednasday
16th march
changes. i used to love them, i really did. and they used to like me as well, it seems. for...they always have been endorsing me without fail. this change, but, has some precarious minitues. it is one which gonna change me completely, if not my life.
academics, they suffer if not taken care of. and i do not take care of them pretty well. out of question. the viva today was a sheer example of that, how many awakenings will turn the page. and will the page turned and worked on. not seems like.
sometimes my being so selfish sucks. can i ever do something which does not involve my personal gain in one form of the other? not really...not at least have a sight to see. architecture of life is so one dimentional, even if i change the perspective, the view is the same.
no more thoughts,one thing which occured to me to write is...i love her.
aashu
for u......
lissome she stands,
epitomizing tenderness.
a glance down and a beauty mounts.
smiles she, and the breezes follow.
stars twinkle somewhere in the deep.
she touches, and makes life so easy,
shies ..and let u smile, all the way.
its for her, that love is,
its all her, else its nothing.
there is this girl...
which is somewhere in you.
it is not about u , u will say,
yah but its about her.
and u both reincarnated together,
.and on this incarnation day..
i know not ...anything,i love both of you.
epitomizing tenderness.
a glance down and a beauty mounts.
smiles she, and the breezes follow.
stars twinkle somewhere in the deep.
she touches, and makes life so easy,
shies ..and let u smile, all the way.
its for her, that love is,
its all her, else its nothing.
there is this girl...
which is somewhere in you.
it is not about u , u will say,
yah but its about her.
and u both reincarnated together,
.and on this incarnation day..
i know not ...anything,i love both of you.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
rain...and me
1612 hrs
dept lab
13 march
problems. do they inform pre coming? must be a joke, did u say? not really.all the while you go on following your heart, never realising that its the heart which cause all the problems. time for the head to be the head. seems like.
yesternite was fun. all the years and the seconds spent making resolutions seem so small in that small moment when you are yourself. all the relations, all the bondages...set free. and you realise that its you and nobody else who really exists. do they? not really. not at least for you. this is not good, that is not bad...who wants to know whats good and whats bad.not me at least, for, if i want ...i would just be a listener. and i hate that.
i used to a good listener. but then...i used to be a good person to. dont know if i am anymore. and faint if u may...i dont want to know too. who will damn get bored by these stuff about stupidity and genuinity. this questionanire itself is very stupid.
the rains poured heavily tonite, and i was lost. sometimes the old has to be ran over to lay foundations for the new. and you dont have to confirm that the new will be stable, coz its the path which matters, not the destination.well...not always.
life ..is a rain...get drenched aashu.
dept lab
13 march
problems. do they inform pre coming? must be a joke, did u say? not really.all the while you go on following your heart, never realising that its the heart which cause all the problems. time for the head to be the head. seems like.
yesternite was fun. all the years and the seconds spent making resolutions seem so small in that small moment when you are yourself. all the relations, all the bondages...set free. and you realise that its you and nobody else who really exists. do they? not really. not at least for you. this is not good, that is not bad...who wants to know whats good and whats bad.not me at least, for, if i want ...i would just be a listener. and i hate that.
i used to a good listener. but then...i used to be a good person to. dont know if i am anymore. and faint if u may...i dont want to know too. who will damn get bored by these stuff about stupidity and genuinity. this questionanire itself is very stupid.
the rains poured heavily tonite, and i was lost. sometimes the old has to be ran over to lay foundations for the new. and you dont have to confirm that the new will be stable, coz its the path which matters, not the destination.well...not always.
life ..is a rain...get drenched aashu.
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