Life has led to many roads,
Many crossed paths,
Some ran parallel.
The one that stood still at an intersection, brought me to you.
Time froze in the magic,
Seemed like life found a destination,
Emotions clouded the scene,
I could breathe, or was it sub concious.
I longed to touch,
And though you seemed near,
The arms fell short of the distance.
Never fret dear, I told myself
Another day.
The warmth in the eyes,
Is what I needed to soak.
Except suddenly someone called tears were first to fill that place.
Go away I said, its not your day.
Sadly they don't obey,
I blink and you disappear.
Leaving me at the crossroads,
The directions help me with the confusion,
Perplexed, lost and deserted.
" Baby doll are you done with that gloomy poetry yet?"
I look up smile, and think to my self,
life brought me to the road where the destination is you.
All's sorted i guess!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
The Wisdom of Pain
The lesson i learnt was like,
a million words of wisdom put together.
The emptiness of the darkness was fighting,
to win the battle over my empty heart.
The fall of the evening,
the clear sky after the rain.
The silence of the night,
could make me go deaf.
Oh! How i wish it would,
so the cluster of voices screaming in my head,
would stop at once.
Tears keep pouring down,
making a messy puddle over my eyes.
A voice in my head,
Politely called my name, and said
"The world around you is at its brightest best,
Then why are you drowned in a colourless palett?"
I looked up in the mirror,
trying to make myself visible
making way through the clouds on my eyes.
"The PAIN....i said is too much to bear,
The courage has been pushed off the cliff,
The pain, i say...the one that the most dears ones,
the people you trust in..cause."
"CLOSE ones? shes laughes,
The only close one is God"
and the voice drifts away,
As if what she said,
just gave my soul a new light.
Like the god's answer,
to all my questions.
Who is perfect?...
neither you, nor i,
People will come and go,
and just the mix of right and wrong ones,
But they will be the ones,
your greatest teachers.
They will teach and move on,
As same as a wound that causes pain,
and dissapears in a while,
but leaves a mark on your life.
These innumerous marks,
will make you think about,
the choices you made.
But they would be something you call your own,
and yes i would say,
Pain is your greatest teacher!
The lesson i learnt is like,
a thousand words of wisdom put together.
and the answer lies within you.
a million words of wisdom put together.
The emptiness of the darkness was fighting,
to win the battle over my empty heart.
The fall of the evening,
the clear sky after the rain.
The silence of the night,
could make me go deaf.
Oh! How i wish it would,
so the cluster of voices screaming in my head,
would stop at once.
Tears keep pouring down,
making a messy puddle over my eyes.
A voice in my head,
Politely called my name, and said
"The world around you is at its brightest best,
Then why are you drowned in a colourless palett?"
I looked up in the mirror,
trying to make myself visible
making way through the clouds on my eyes.
"The PAIN....i said is too much to bear,
The courage has been pushed off the cliff,
The pain, i say...the one that the most dears ones,
the people you trust in..cause."
"CLOSE ones? shes laughes,
The only close one is God"
and the voice drifts away,
As if what she said,
just gave my soul a new light.
Like the god's answer,
to all my questions.
Who is perfect?...
neither you, nor i,
People will come and go,
and just the mix of right and wrong ones,
But they will be the ones,
your greatest teachers.
They will teach and move on,
As same as a wound that causes pain,
and dissapears in a while,
but leaves a mark on your life.
These innumerous marks,
will make you think about,
the choices you made.
But they would be something you call your own,
and yes i would say,
Pain is your greatest teacher!
The lesson i learnt is like,
a thousand words of wisdom put together.
and the answer lies within you.
The smile, coffee and love....
Sitting by the window once,
Sipping the warm, relaxing cup of coffee,
Stirring in the sugar, she smiles to herself,
The twinkle in her eyes makes me wonder,
Is it someting i said, or just the coffee?
Or something which is on her mind,
for quite sometime now.
Nothing! she replys to me
with the same sweet smile
and gets lost in the coffee
There has to be something,
which makes her glow,
the blush on her cheeks,
looks like roses lent her some.
But i still have the confused look,
and then, just like that
She looks at me in the eye,
Those eyes, i never realised,
were so clear and deep,
I raised an eyebrow,
like silently saying, say something now!
And just before she says something
a beautiful crystal tear,
trickles down her eye
paving way through the blush.
And finally she says,
Have you ever been in love..
with someone you know you can't be with?
I look at her dumbstruck
as she looks away,
her lips part into a smile,
The crystal tears loses identity,
But there's got to be some way,
but you can, he can, what,but....
Nothing really made sense,
I wish i could help,
But how?
She looks outside the window,
and hums a song,
I know those lyrics, and the song by James Blunt
"But its time to face the truth,
I will never be with you"
No i don't think she is insane,
The smile on her face made me realise,
Love never keeps the condition of
being with the one you love,
Funny how she affected my life in
just a few minutes,
and just then i realised
the coffee had gone cold,
But it didn't matter anymore....
The lesson i learnt had left
warmth in my heart!!
Sipping the warm, relaxing cup of coffee,
Stirring in the sugar, she smiles to herself,
The twinkle in her eyes makes me wonder,
Is it someting i said, or just the coffee?
Or something which is on her mind,
for quite sometime now.
Nothing! she replys to me
with the same sweet smile
and gets lost in the coffee
There has to be something,
which makes her glow,
the blush on her cheeks,
looks like roses lent her some.
But i still have the confused look,
and then, just like that
She looks at me in the eye,
Those eyes, i never realised,
were so clear and deep,
I raised an eyebrow,
like silently saying, say something now!
And just before she says something
a beautiful crystal tear,
trickles down her eye
paving way through the blush.
And finally she says,
Have you ever been in love..
with someone you know you can't be with?
I look at her dumbstruck
as she looks away,
her lips part into a smile,
The crystal tears loses identity,
But there's got to be some way,
but you can, he can, what,but....
Nothing really made sense,
I wish i could help,
But how?
She looks outside the window,
and hums a song,
I know those lyrics, and the song by James Blunt
"But its time to face the truth,
I will never be with you"
No i don't think she is insane,
The smile on her face made me realise,
Love never keeps the condition of
being with the one you love,
Funny how she affected my life in
just a few minutes,
and just then i realised
the coffee had gone cold,
But it didn't matter anymore....
The lesson i learnt had left
warmth in my heart!!
The Unspoken silence
Can you believe it? He says,
And smiles sheepishly.
Narrating to me an incident,
I look back and smile,
Not because of the incident,
But seeing the gleam in his eye.
The eyes had school boy innocence,
I could look into them for hours
And not flutter my eyes even once.
As he drives, paying attention to the road,
I steal glances at him,
Hoping he wouldn’t catch me red handed
Whoever said loves leads to insomnia,
Must have been on sleeping pills,
Because that was the case with me!
As much I was treasuring my time with him,
I would wish the time to stand still.
Even though the sun was high up in the sky,
The sun of this moment was about to set soon.
I wish this moment had just started,
A prayer of hope against hope,
As the car stops,
The engine goes off
The beauty of the silence is broken
By rain drops on the car,
Millions of rain drops,
Chatting with each other
As the gods above,
Clash their challis, causing thunderstorm
I look at him and say
‘This is it’, and bid adieu
And just before I go out,
I look back,
For that one school boy smile,
Those innocent eyes
Just one last time,
One last hug,
One last good bye,
One last promise,
Mercy god, one last moment.
Take care, he says,
I was hoping you would, I say to myself,
You too, I say
I walk out, destiny I say,
We were never meant to be,
As my footsteps match the rhythm of the rain drops,
I re-quote the quote,
I love walking in the rain, coz no one can see me crying.
And smiles sheepishly.
Narrating to me an incident,
I look back and smile,
Not because of the incident,
But seeing the gleam in his eye.
The eyes had school boy innocence,
I could look into them for hours
And not flutter my eyes even once.
As he drives, paying attention to the road,
I steal glances at him,
Hoping he wouldn’t catch me red handed
Whoever said loves leads to insomnia,
Must have been on sleeping pills,
Because that was the case with me!
As much I was treasuring my time with him,
I would wish the time to stand still.
Even though the sun was high up in the sky,
The sun of this moment was about to set soon.
I wish this moment had just started,
A prayer of hope against hope,
As the car stops,
The engine goes off
The beauty of the silence is broken
By rain drops on the car,
Millions of rain drops,
Chatting with each other
As the gods above,
Clash their challis, causing thunderstorm
I look at him and say
‘This is it’, and bid adieu
And just before I go out,
I look back,
For that one school boy smile,
Those innocent eyes
Just one last time,
One last hug,
One last good bye,
One last promise,
Mercy god, one last moment.
Take care, he says,
I was hoping you would, I say to myself,
You too, I say
I walk out, destiny I say,
We were never meant to be,
As my footsteps match the rhythm of the rain drops,
I re-quote the quote,
I love walking in the rain, coz no one can see me crying.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Moral Corruption
“We have, in fact, two kinds of morality side by side; one which we preach but do not practice, and another which we practice but seldom preach.”
-Bertrand Russell
In today's world if you return the balance from a check that the guest pays at a restaurant, you are considered noble. Hey i was talking about morality here! Now the latest being the suspension of Lalit Modi. Honestly, why is there such a hue & cry about it. Everyone has just one thing to say "Usne Paisa Khaya Hai!" The question i ask is very simple, who amongst them didn't make use of the plenty money falling their way. In other words, " Paisa sab khate hai" who gets caught, is the real catch.Everyone will just completely overlook the real hard work that guy must have done, and now in the public eyes, he becomes the real "Culprit". All he did wrong was, to press the wrong nerve of the wrong person at the wrong time. Till yesterday, Shilpa & Raj Kundra were owners of the Rajasthan Royals team. As soon as this issue hits the media, Shilpa Shetty suddenly changes her statement to being merely the brand ambassador of the team! My favorite guy,Tharoor, who honestly i thought was the real hope to Great Indian Political drama, steps down from his portfolio, gave me a real heartache. Extremely well read man, having the experience of holding important positions at the UN, nouvelle ideas, failed miserably at the most important task: Understanding the "cattle class" which makes up 90% of the Indian population. Only if he understood hes not dealing with the white house anymore. Just when i thought that phew! our country is finally progressing, we have the younger generations of the well known politicians of the erstwhile times. Thud! we hit the ground reality, its all an eye wash. All the hero politicians of mine like Sachin Pilot, J Scindia play the role of the nominal head much like the text book job descriptions of the President, remember president is the 'nominal head' & prime minister the 'real head'. These people were carefully put in place to show, that the younger generation is actively involved, when these people have no real powers vested in them. Like the other day, my sister goes to get a college form, completely unaware that she has to submit a draft and not cash. The guy at the counter looks at her & says pay me Rs. 50 extra for each form & i shall get a draft for you. Just when she does that & leaves, thinking he was sweet, where would i have gotten a draft from, she overhears the guy talking to another boy " Two lanes down is the bank, go get a draft made"! The scenario looks bleak, but hey we are getting there...where?....being moral and preaching it too..!
-Bertrand Russell
In today's world if you return the balance from a check that the guest pays at a restaurant, you are considered noble. Hey i was talking about morality here! Now the latest being the suspension of Lalit Modi. Honestly, why is there such a hue & cry about it. Everyone has just one thing to say "Usne Paisa Khaya Hai!" The question i ask is very simple, who amongst them didn't make use of the plenty money falling their way. In other words, " Paisa sab khate hai" who gets caught, is the real catch.Everyone will just completely overlook the real hard work that guy must have done, and now in the public eyes, he becomes the real "Culprit". All he did wrong was, to press the wrong nerve of the wrong person at the wrong time. Till yesterday, Shilpa & Raj Kundra were owners of the Rajasthan Royals team. As soon as this issue hits the media, Shilpa Shetty suddenly changes her statement to being merely the brand ambassador of the team! My favorite guy,Tharoor, who honestly i thought was the real hope to Great Indian Political drama, steps down from his portfolio, gave me a real heartache. Extremely well read man, having the experience of holding important positions at the UN, nouvelle ideas, failed miserably at the most important task: Understanding the "cattle class" which makes up 90% of the Indian population. Only if he understood hes not dealing with the white house anymore. Just when i thought that phew! our country is finally progressing, we have the younger generations of the well known politicians of the erstwhile times. Thud! we hit the ground reality, its all an eye wash. All the hero politicians of mine like Sachin Pilot, J Scindia play the role of the nominal head much like the text book job descriptions of the President, remember president is the 'nominal head' & prime minister the 'real head'. These people were carefully put in place to show, that the younger generation is actively involved, when these people have no real powers vested in them. Like the other day, my sister goes to get a college form, completely unaware that she has to submit a draft and not cash. The guy at the counter looks at her & says pay me Rs. 50 extra for each form & i shall get a draft for you. Just when she does that & leaves, thinking he was sweet, where would i have gotten a draft from, she overhears the guy talking to another boy " Two lanes down is the bank, go get a draft made"! The scenario looks bleak, but hey we are getting there...where?....being moral and preaching it too..!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
The Story Of Him
On the walls of my room
night and day,
I'd write one name
everyday.
The thought of him
would make me blush,
Could i really be in love
or was it merely a crush?
I'd go and see him
sharp at one,
And though i would walk
my heart would run.
When i would see him
Sitting right there,
My heart would skip a beat
when i'd go near.
I'd look deep
into his eyes,
where i saw love, truth and no lies.
I'd tell him how much
i loved him
waiting for him
to say the same.
But alas! it would be
my time to go,
This was the time
I'd really feel sad and low.
Hoping tomorrow he'd say
he loved me,
Then my heart would
dance in joy and glee
I'd go to my room and
write his name again,
Whishing the day he'd confess his love
it would rain.
Funny that the one i love
lives in a frame,
He won't blink or smile
or confess his love.
He was he is will always remain
a mere picture,
But i'd still wait for him to come alive.
In a big car and a tuxedo
fellow inmates will look at us
as out of this asylum i drive.
R
night and day,
I'd write one name
everyday.
The thought of him
would make me blush,
Could i really be in love
or was it merely a crush?
I'd go and see him
sharp at one,
And though i would walk
my heart would run.
When i would see him
Sitting right there,
My heart would skip a beat
when i'd go near.
I'd look deep
into his eyes,
where i saw love, truth and no lies.
I'd tell him how much
i loved him
waiting for him
to say the same.
But alas! it would be
my time to go,
This was the time
I'd really feel sad and low.
Hoping tomorrow he'd say
he loved me,
Then my heart would
dance in joy and glee
I'd go to my room and
write his name again,
Whishing the day he'd confess his love
it would rain.
Funny that the one i love
lives in a frame,
He won't blink or smile
or confess his love.
He was he is will always remain
a mere picture,
But i'd still wait for him to come alive.
In a big car and a tuxedo
fellow inmates will look at us
as out of this asylum i drive.
R
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Roadside Grey
Standing among the beautiful rainbow of colors
Blue green red and yellow,
Is all he could see.
Those tiny hands had more than they could handle,
The different sizes made it look like a perfect family.
Gleaming lights added to the drama,
The honk, made him see the reality again.
Little feet in the tattered slippers,
Blood pained cracks made it impossible to walk.
The cold breeze doesn't bother much,
The soft child skin is there no more.
The lungs are out of air,
Giving life to those balloons,
His dreams are shattered by the lonely nights on the red light.
The eyes only shine at the glimpse of a prospect customer.
My heart aches to ask him,
Why don't your parents save you from this plight.
Where I get my answer looking at the foot path,
The old lady is tying the balloons to a stick.
My car starts moving and the little one disappears.
But the memory of the little boy with balloons,
Stays fresh in my mind.
Rati
Blue green red and yellow,
Is all he could see.
Those tiny hands had more than they could handle,
The different sizes made it look like a perfect family.
Gleaming lights added to the drama,
The honk, made him see the reality again.
Little feet in the tattered slippers,
Blood pained cracks made it impossible to walk.
The cold breeze doesn't bother much,
The soft child skin is there no more.
The lungs are out of air,
Giving life to those balloons,
His dreams are shattered by the lonely nights on the red light.
The eyes only shine at the glimpse of a prospect customer.
My heart aches to ask him,
Why don't your parents save you from this plight.
Where I get my answer looking at the foot path,
The old lady is tying the balloons to a stick.
My car starts moving and the little one disappears.
But the memory of the little boy with balloons,
Stays fresh in my mind.
Rati
Sunday, March 28, 2010
MAMA GO-TO OR NOT
A waiting going on for a Saturday afternoon was a satisfying thought to start with. And while it seemed like ages wait (about an hour to be precise) to get into this Hip new place Mamagoto...Finally getting a call that our table was ready was comforting. The Yellow entry door definitely seemed like a bright option for the hot Delhi day. Staircases lead you to a brightly colored dining place resembling a lot to a child's kindergarten classroom. A perfect way to define the name of the restaurant which according to my research means, "Mamagoto" is an interactive and context-aware dining system which encourages small children to "play" with food. The seating was abstract ranging from window side tables to high seating stools and couches. We settled on the high seating stools.
The place was obviously very busy, hence not being offered water can be overlooked. I opted to go for some drinks to beat the heat, to be honest I was looking for a chilled corona beer. Except I realized these guys don't have a liquor license, so I settled for some very interesting concoctions of the mocktails. The lemonade with lime rind was undoubtedly refreshing. The kiwi mint mojito was kind of clichéd but well made, though the wasabi mary reminded me how much I was craving to gorge on some Japanese food! The menu was kind of concise featuring dishes from different Asian countries, a bit of Thai, a dash of Indonesian and tempered with Malaysian food. Now that’s what I call cultural amalgamation. I was disappointed not finding Japanese, though the Rock shrimp tempuras did a peek a boo for Japanese food. Rock shrimps were delightful and crisp; the spicy mayonnaise could have been a little more on the quantity. The much awaited Aonagomai Salad (spinach with white sesame dressing) was the real disappointment from what I had expected it to be. The Basil chicken cups were not bad, but definitely not something I would return for. We planned to jump to the main course since we were still quite hungry. Portions are just right for two. Main course consisted of Mamagoto goreng (their version of the Indonesian Nasi Goreng) which was with Thai satay and the Indonesian fried rice and egg. The satay was a murg malai tikka on the stick, not sure if peanut sauce was the right accompaniment. Rice was little sweet & resembled our biryani a bit. Then there was the Chaing Mai Train, a similar version of the Burmese Khao Suay, which I must add was in an amazing portion size and tasted just right. Masaman Malaysian Lamb curry was something that probably needed a bit more Malaysian influence since it tasted like the Thai red curry to me. I couldn't help but wonder that the uniforms of the staff was well designed but not keeping in mind the basic job of a steward i.e running around. I felt like they were dying in heat in those full sleeves. After an overdose of the coconut milk, I wanted to treat my sweet tooth. The dessert, must and I stress on the word MUST taste like a dessert. Or it breaks the deal. I settled for Date Rolls with ice cream, since I had been craving for some date pancakes. They arrived quickly and were light crisp date cigars with Ice cream. My thumbs up to that! All in all keeping in mind the locality of the place, Khan Market, it would be a sure shot hang out of the foreigners. The service is little better than average, the staff very polite and courteous, and bright ambiance. Would I recommend the place? Only if it has the power to make me visit it again!
Rati
The place was obviously very busy, hence not being offered water can be overlooked. I opted to go for some drinks to beat the heat, to be honest I was looking for a chilled corona beer. Except I realized these guys don't have a liquor license, so I settled for some very interesting concoctions of the mocktails. The lemonade with lime rind was undoubtedly refreshing. The kiwi mint mojito was kind of clichéd but well made, though the wasabi mary reminded me how much I was craving to gorge on some Japanese food! The menu was kind of concise featuring dishes from different Asian countries, a bit of Thai, a dash of Indonesian and tempered with Malaysian food. Now that’s what I call cultural amalgamation. I was disappointed not finding Japanese, though the Rock shrimp tempuras did a peek a boo for Japanese food. Rock shrimps were delightful and crisp; the spicy mayonnaise could have been a little more on the quantity. The much awaited Aonagomai Salad (spinach with white sesame dressing) was the real disappointment from what I had expected it to be. The Basil chicken cups were not bad, but definitely not something I would return for. We planned to jump to the main course since we were still quite hungry. Portions are just right for two. Main course consisted of Mamagoto goreng (their version of the Indonesian Nasi Goreng) which was with Thai satay and the Indonesian fried rice and egg. The satay was a murg malai tikka on the stick, not sure if peanut sauce was the right accompaniment. Rice was little sweet & resembled our biryani a bit. Then there was the Chaing Mai Train, a similar version of the Burmese Khao Suay, which I must add was in an amazing portion size and tasted just right. Masaman Malaysian Lamb curry was something that probably needed a bit more Malaysian influence since it tasted like the Thai red curry to me. I couldn't help but wonder that the uniforms of the staff was well designed but not keeping in mind the basic job of a steward i.e running around. I felt like they were dying in heat in those full sleeves. After an overdose of the coconut milk, I wanted to treat my sweet tooth. The dessert, must and I stress on the word MUST taste like a dessert. Or it breaks the deal. I settled for Date Rolls with ice cream, since I had been craving for some date pancakes. They arrived quickly and were light crisp date cigars with Ice cream. My thumbs up to that! All in all keeping in mind the locality of the place, Khan Market, it would be a sure shot hang out of the foreigners. The service is little better than average, the staff very polite and courteous, and bright ambiance. Would I recommend the place? Only if it has the power to make me visit it again!
Rati
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