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About me ? Ah! I never get this right away. Filling up the 'About Me' section has been a difficulty of all times. I start with something and end up with what you are reading now. After having used the backspace key ten to fifteen times, i spare you all and stop here.(I guess you've now known a little ABOUT ME.)

Monday, August 23, 2010

Green Sandals

At times I fail to comprehend the world inside me and even the one outside. This piece of text speaks stupidly of...umm...dunno..maybe of a kind of abatable nuisance.

A token to extend..
That thing to walk on a land..
Give me my green sandals back.
Now when you have taken my wings away,
Gimme my Green sandals again.

I cannot always linger.
I cannot keep dangling around,loitering around.
With Daffodils my feet are bound..
Gimme those Green sandals now.

Enough of presents showered..
Tons of strawberries eaten..
Now left on earth..
I would need those Green sandals.

Stories of lavish existence..
will ponder ever over me.
For things I heard, I stargazed but neva' seen,
I call for a pair of those, I'm utterly keen.
Give those sandals..and that color Green.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Memoirs of a Juvenile

He took me home when I was five. 
He was a godparent to me. 
He was god to me. 
He played with my toys and along with me. 
He scribbled in my notebooks when i wrote numbers and alphabets.
He ran barefoot on footpaths while we went out to get new shoes for me.
He liked me a lot and I loved him a ton.
He watched me while I slept.
He stared at my lips whenever I was eating.
I used to hold his hand at home.
He used to hold my hand when out.
He used to burst out balloons before I could see them fly.
He scissored my hair when they grew down my shoulders.
He used to switch off lights while going out on streets leaving me behind.
He adored when I wept and held me tight when he cried.
He used to run behind my tricycle.
He took me once to a musical show.
He has purchased a new watch for me and one day I lost it.
I have also lost him now.

People said he was a maniac.
People say i was bought up by a maniac.
People say i am insane which i am not.
I am wild.

Sunday, August 1, 2010


Kabhi sath baitho to ye janoge
ek tanha dil ka saath kya hota hai..
Shant baithoge to janoge
chup zubaan ke labz..
Agar sun sake mujhe der raat tak
to paoge meri madhoshi ki jhalak..

Jo jaan na sake to samjha na sakungi.

Gar jo samajh gaye to..
mil jaega tumhe mera jahan.
Meri aankhon me doob ke..
maloom hoga in band aankhon ka nazara.
Bas tamanna hai ki anjaane ho aur anjaan reh jao..
Jo darmiyan rahe uska koi naam na ho.

Bas saath baithe raho to janoge
ek tanha dil ka saath kya hota hai..