whimsical (or the lack of a better title)

Sometimes I am troubled by this,

how to make something larger

than it already is

a writer i ofttimes call myself

but easily i forget to add

the ingredients of life from the shelf

'the plot' is ever elusive to me
still i keep pondering about things
hoping to write a line or three

sometimes i feel i have got it wrong
as always, there are more pressing matters
than perhaps writing another song

Sure my wisdom Will guide me to the next link
but a friend had me convinced the other day
"You are always less mature than you think"

"no no", I tell her, "I have got it all in my head"
and go on and lie about my idea
of the villain and why he is dead

So another hope I put on you, my Lord
may my actions defend my words, and may
my pen be mightier than the metaphorical sword

a try to win i have to try, the chances are pretty slim
write, write, write I have to
to fulfill a dream, to follow a whimsical whim

I have readied my quill and parch, hence
waiting, praying for that fateful day
when my words will earn my twopence

mere hisse ki dhoop mere aangan mien nahin aayi

fir bhi jala k khud ko rakhta hun zinda

k aayengi mushkilein aur abhi

giregi tere inkaar ki barf abhi

chand raat aur thithur k so jaaunga

fir mitti se lipat k mitti ho jaunga

par bache hain subha se pahle kuch saans abhi

par bache hain kalam mien meri kuch harf abhi

<incomplete i guess>

Teen Age Song

k maine pucha hai ye galiyo se

aayi ho kya tum yahan

k lag raha hai ye jahan

naya naya

k maine pucha in vadiyo se

chhupi ho tum kahi yahan

k mehki c hai ye hawa

zara zara

kyuki teri dhadkano se

bandhi hai meri saansein

hai aankho mein bhi tera hi

nasha nasha

oh ho ho aa jao

oh ho ho aa jao

k mere sapno, khyalo mien

mere ankahe sawalo mien

chhupa hai jo chehra

tera tera

jo main chaahoon to main chhoo lun

ye aasman k taare

ho saath jo hamesha

tera tera

oh ho ho aa jao

oh ho ho aa jao

k meri mushkilein bhi hain hasin

jo teri aahatien mere kareeb

deti hain wo haunsla

naya naya

k meri baahon mien aake

k mera geet gun guna k

banja mere jeene ki

wajha wajha

oh ho ho aa jao

oh ho ho aa jao

stupid

When the summers
Have just begun
When in the winters
You want to hold someone
Or when the rains
They just won't come

When the mornings
Are all the same
When in the evenings
You are a pretty dame
Or when the stars are
Just playing games

When you are feeling lonely
And the blues have got to you
Oh I ll be a song
Oh I ll be a song to you

ajnabee :)

~<0>~

eh raah lambi hai
par tere saath da koi bharosa nahi
is raen basere te ik hi raat katni hai
par is rat de mukkan da koi bharosa nahi

eh raat saadi mulakaat da sabab bani
par is raat di niyat theek nahi
is raat kalmoohi de dil wich
wasde dukh di hakeekat theek nahi

tu ajnabee hain mere kolo
par main tere dil da har raaz jaanda han
teriya akhaan jo birha da bhaeda geet ga rahiya han
main us da aanand maanda han

main v tolh reha haan tere hi waangan
ajnabiyaan wich puraane chehre
ajnabiyaan de mukho sun.ne chaahnda
oh kisse jo kade yaar si mere

jehda painda tureya nahi
usda beyaan kiwe kara
jehde yaar kade apne na ho sake
unhaan da ghumaan kiwe karaa

eh raah lambi hai
par tere saath da koi bharosa nahi
mainu tere saath di aas taan hai
ummeed nahi

~<0>~

Eshaan - Chalo its good you have met her. After that everything goes downhill.

~<0>~

I am trying to get back in the writing grove. This poem is an attempt, again, in that direction.

~<0>~

Ae dil mere
dekh sapna naya koi
bhar udaan firse
chuu aasmaan naya koi

Vacancy

I am in search of a muse.
Only freshers should apply.

I am not an Artist

~<0>~

maano agar mil jaye khushi
tum ko kahi bazaar mien jaakar
kya khush kar paoge khudko
4 sikke gham k badle aadha hissa sukoon ka paakar

kis baniye se loge sauda
udhaar ka shayad karke waada
kaise ye pata karoge
kaunsa brand chalega zaada

geeli aankho se duur hi rakhna
guarantee card pe likh rakha hoga
par kya aankho ko tok sakoge
saari umr jab dukh hi hai bhoga

~<0>~

Read Saikat's story today, loved it and listened to a song with god awesome lyrics and one crazy hell beautiful voice. I get inspired by people who are good at anything artistic. It prods me to attempt, albeit shoddily, things few years back I never imagined myself doing. Writing and acting top the list. Photography and Painting are new things to take shot at.

It must feel really good to be an artist. But are Artists happy people?
I hope I am able to know the answer one day.

~<0>~

I miss drams more than anything from college.

~<0>~

Take Me Along

~<0>~

leave back all the fights and sudden rages
throw all the bad memories away
looks like we are at the start again
oh baby c'mon lead the way

the words that were never spoken
are still hanging in the air
wrap them away in a simple song
tie them with a thread of care

your mama's favorite dishes
have been safely bubble-wrapped
all your books and the fancy paintings
have been nicely strapped

in the new house you are moving
we ll together make a home
so just take me along
where ever you go

~<0>~

A song attempted long time back when a friend was moving to a new place, posted today :- by the boy who hasn't studied for past two days :/

~<0>~

.: Dreams :.

~<0>~

Its not often that you have a very nice dream and also remember it in so much detail.

Last to last night I had a very very happy dream. I had just joined some college abroad and was super happy about the new place and meeting new people(almost). The college campus was very amazing built in Victorian style though some parts resembled Thapar too much. There were some very interesting characters in it. There were two sardarjis who never answered your questions properly. When I asked them from where they were, they replied from the moon and when I asked if the knew where the classrooms were they said they were near the moon. But they were well meaning persons. Jolly good fellows I say. Everyone including me had iPhones and some of my new classmates guided me about using some features. Everyone was extra nice, especially the teachers. My maths teacher called everyone in the grounds for his first lecture and showed us how different paper planes fly differently and why. This is something Sid used to do in my real college in free lectures. So I was not feeling like a complete newbie... I guess I liked maths teacher only coz in the first class there was no maths :) I had also enrolled for a subject named AMATUS, pata nahi kya tha but it was taught by a firang lady teacher who was very beautiful.. hehe. The first day was so entirely wonderful and I had lunch with Suchu and sham ko met Sid and told him about the planes.

Well ofcourse there was a girl I started liking(yeah, first day). She was my neighbor in hostel. She was so amazingly awesome that its hard to explain. You know those girls who always have pink cheeks and slightly curly hair. We hit it off from the word go and it was so amazing that I have a smile on my face even now while writing about her. However, she had some assistantship with some prof and the hostel people thought that she should be shifted to some "better" floor, so off she went to some other floor and I heard someone saying,"Bhupi its 9 in the morn, office ni jana kya"? :| How cruel I tell you and how me to not get the girl in even my own dream?

Well thats it but I had a very good time and I guess that is what is important.
~<0>~

A friend of mine is applying to phoren univs and we discuss a lot about it everyday so that could be the reason why I had this dream.

I wonder what AMATUS could be? Wiki says its this but I am sure this is not what was taught in the class.

~<0>~

Maybe its just my folly
but I do wonder why
some people wish to pull off evil deeds
and I wish to dream

(maybe to be completed)

~<0>~

She leaves her signs everywhere
signs which she knows I can see

I know the smile that flowers smile
after she passes by
I can catch the words she said to no one
In the cold desert wind I can hear her sigh
Little giggles that trees cant hide from me
and the tear drop that fell, I wonder why

Oh and the promise of love that she made
Oh its nothing but a lie, I know
But it made someone smile one last night
before the poor soul was destined to die
I dream of her in that little black dress
I dream of her every night

Its just something she has to do, she says
oh but there's evil in her eye
who lives who dies, its a game as I see
but she wins every time
those who she leaves, kill themselves
those who she kills, well... they just die

the nights over and my dream is about to end
to her own world she is about to fly
When do we meet in real I ask, and she says
Only when your time comes by
she kisses me and I open my eyes
but to her own world she is about to fly

~<0>~

Neend

~<0>~

It could be a hectic day 2moro but I am not sleepy at all :(

~<0>~

Meri godi wich sir rakh maahiya
Mainu dil da haal suna
mere dukh sukh saanjhe kar maahiya
Mainu humraaz bana
vekh k teriyan raahan maahiya
main pal pal bekal hoyi san
mere kanni pa koi pari kahaani
Meri akhhin neendar pa
Meri godi wich sir rakh maahiya
Mainu dil da haal suna

~<0>~

taareyan di raat

ajj chhad aapne duniya naal keete waade
main v kuch chuthlaaye sachaan nu mann lainda haan
aa ajj kuch daer kalle baithiye
aa ajj kuch gallaan kariye

main jaanda haan k tu masroof hain
main jaanda haan k tu chukki hai duniya aapne modheyaan te
ajj laah k duniya da bojh aapne siro
aa ajj kuch dil v haula kariye
aa akk kuch gallaan kariye

main tere kambb.de bullan te nach rahe
sawaal padh sakda haan
mere jawaab shayad tainu change na laggan
par main nahi chahunda k eh taareyaan di raat
enha gile shikveyaan wich zaaya hove
main nahi chahunda k eh bhaagaan bhari raat
enha uljhe khayaalaan wich zaayz hove
kinne chir baad mile haan
aa ajj kuch gallaan kariye


:(

~<0>~

I am trying my hand at Punjabi writing these days. As you can see the result is not too good, but I will try some more. I think I have the idea for next poem already. So, you might have to read stuff you don't understand for some while. Transliteration sites are there but I guess I am too lazy for them.

Goodnight dear friend.

~<0>~

Sajan Ji

kuch teri masrufiyat
kuch mera ghumaan
mainu roz ik doraahe te lae aunda hai
ate main roz ik galat rasta fad laenda haan

meri zindagi teri zindagi ton
kuch duur aa chukki hai
kisi jhoothi jitt di aas wich
main roz ik ladayi lad laenda haan, khud naal

tere nainaa.n de nashe wich choor, hale vi
mere din hauli hauli hi katde ne
andro andri dil di agg vich
main roz hauli hauli sad laenda haan

taitho dur jeena aukha hi lagda hai
ik an-suljhe sawaal waang
din hanju te raatan zehriliyan
har.roz enha de aukhe ghutt bhar laenda haan

par, mere sajan ji,mere dil de maalik ji
meri jind nimaani nu, tere pyar da hi sahara hai
ise vishwaas di khaatir zindagi de paende te
shayad... main ik kadam roz chadh laenda haan

Half a Song

I want to apologise to everyone and mostly to myself for the inactivity here. But I am trying to get back into the groove. So here is half a song as a proof.. might update later and complete it.

tera wo khidki pe aana
aur aake muskuraana
kya duniya kya sheher ye itne
kya galiyo mien aana jana
sabse humko pyara hai tera wo chaubara
raato ko parda hata k
padhne ka bahaana
kya science k funde itne
kya english ka taana baana
sabse humko pyara hai teri aankho ka ishara

The Best Goodbye

Watch Dasvidaniya to understand this pathetic joke. seriously people It is an awesome movie and a must watch.

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Life is so bloody weird these days. Even after spending a whole day in front of computer, the time i really feel relaxed is the time I sit in front of a computer at home. Sometimes I just watch the green and red dots on my gt list while some other times I have to make do with gray ones. Cant write anything half as good as my previously written crap writings and my sense of humor is getting so so pathetic that at times even I hate myself for saying some very bad joke. God bless Swati and Saurabh who have to tolerate my nonsense all day in office and many times at home too.

A friend asked me to get a life some days back. That day I felt very angry at this remark of his but today, I just want to know where can I get hold of it.


~<0>~
Random Song
Title :- random

kuch khatti meethi yaadien
kuch ankahe phalsapho ki
an-chhapee kitaabien
Bas unke baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun k...
Jo bhi hua, achaa hua

jo saath bitaye the tere wo
bheege bheege pal
jiski hardam aarzu thi
wo aane wala kal
bas unke baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun...
Jo bhi hua, achaa hua

lekar kismat nikle hain ghar se
hai manzil kahi duur
chaahe raste ab alag hain apne
kahi milenge zarur
bas unke baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun...
Jo bhi hua, achaa hua

ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
jo bhi hua achaa hua
humien hona tha judaaaa

ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
jo bhi hua achaa hua
sab khona tha jehaan

ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
bas tere baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun
Jo bhi hua achaa hua
Jo bhi hua achaa hua

~<0>~

The Wrong Way

From the grammar to the choice of words, i was
sometimes objected, mostly rejected and always dejected
I was told to change my language oft
somehow a wrong art I had perfected

My words when written in verse seemed worse
than the tales of my worries and cares
my prayers of love were always found
on the receiving end of cold stares

However, to be with you, the truth remains
I could play your fool again
At the wrong place, at the wrong time always
my searches for you end in vain

Nafrat...

yaad aa janda hai oh din jado tu aaya par mil ke nahi gaya
ghaer te modhe te tera sir jhukeya reha
nahi wich mere himmat hun koi daleel sunan di
teri adalat wich jhooth hi jitt.da reha

phull gulaab da ishq tere nu samajh baitha c, par
kisi puraani kitaab wich kho jaan kabil hi reha
har war jad tun wada karke nahi aaya
kande v teri bewafayi de chunda reha

nafrat da hakdaar je tun mainu samajh leya hai
faer kiwein es ehsaas nu mada kahaan
dil wich tees jehi uth khad.di hai kade kade
par chahunda haan ke ese agg wich sad.da rahaan

suneya hai ke teri nafrat teri wafa nalo sachchi hai
hun nafrat wich hi wafa di udeek la baithaan
aake ik ghut zeher da de jaaveen, muka javeen
kite nafrat wich v dhoka na kha baithaan

Sad Song Love Song

~<0>~

i know this guy
and i hate him so
that i want to kill him
with an arrow and a bow

we go to one office
and we work all day
the bosses also like him
i want to run away

he plays all the games
and he is good at them too
i write sad songs
but the listners are few

he thinks he is cool
and he thinks he is smooth
we both love a girl
and she shares his view :(

he is loved by all
and he has many friends
i sit all alone
waiting for the shit to end

this is my story
i wrote it on a whim
but the mother fuckin shit is
its all about him

~<0>~

i know this girl
and i love her so
its like cupid hit us
with and arrow and a bow

we go to one office
and we work all day
when it gets un-romantic
we run away

she plays all the games
and she is good at them too (ahem)
i write love songs
coz our love is true

she wants a pool
and she thinks its cool
we both picked a home
which has a wonderful view

she is loved by all
and i also have some friends
we hang out together
i hope it never ends

this is my story
i wrote it in a spur
the most wonderful thing is
its all about her

~<0>~

Pardes...

wo waade pe waade kiye ja rahe hain

jo jaane lage hain sheher chhod kar

wo kehte hain kuch din magar jhoot hai
kuch umeedo ka kadwa zeher chhod kar

hoga raqeeb khuskismat bahut
jo jaate hain wo mera dil tod kar

na zamaane se chhupte hain mere ashq ab
wo bikhre pade hain kisi mod par

zaeb zinda bache ye mumkin nahi
wo jayenge telism.e.nazar ka kehar chhod kar




~<0>~ Abhi na jao chhod kar ~<0>~

My Country

this country i rule is everywhere
this country i seek is nowhere to be seen
its the land where the mind explodes
dreams ideas thoughts all cease to be

blue to red violet to pink
the suns chariot is about to flee
the sky turns inside out every night
the fires light up when the moon is free

heroes and villains worship the only flame
they chant the dark music under the lonely tree
certain freedoms the gods always fear
the Satan doesn't seem to disagree

its the mindless magician
that is you
its the mindless magician
that was me