Sunshine

Something to look for

He's a reason to wake up

They dont have much in common

They may not be alike

He might not even love her....

But, he's that ray of light

The one that nudges Dark

Lifting her velvetin shroud

Exposed and naked, she's caught by surprise

That secret beauty

But he kissed her, caressed her,

Till she knows its gonna be alright

And they share this secret

Her nakedness, his caress

Her beauty, his power.

People say they're worlds apart

Dark and Light

Day and Night

Yet body and soul,

He could continue without her,

Without him, she'd have no reason to wake up

My 'Piper'

He whispered. i stirred.

He spoke. i blinked.

He sang... and He woke me up

He woke me up from static.

This child shall sleep no more.

He called me by my name

A name that only he knows.

And everytime He calls me

Everytime He sings,

Everytime his voice enters me

More of Him remains...

To take over every part of me

Entranced, Entrapped, Enslaved.

Like an unborn baby to its mother

Like a devdasi to her god

Of this world i would'nt want much

Of this life i'd want nothing

If only He'd do me the honor

Of singing his sweet song

i'd hang on to every note

Quiet like the children of Hamelin

Even if it'd bring me to repose

Better with Time

You jibe and you snicker
You punish those who dont bother,
You fake concern and You fake pity
You patronize all those (un)witting.

We pretend, We make believe.
We overlook, We make ourselves believe
What is acceptable and what is not
Are we that respectable or are we not?

To throw in the towel, or stick out your chin
Most people forget, even the strong have feelings

But,
We age
We wisen up
We learn what to say
We learn how to play
We dust ourselves off
and We hope,
It gets better with time

Forsaken....

Its 0045hrs over 48 hours later and the ordeal is not over. That sickness in my stomach still remains, the little lump in my throat still persists and I feel like its almost not right to smile.

Images of the floor at Leopold's covered in blood, bullet holes in the walls at Cama hospital, speeding hijacked cop cars firing indiscriminately at people at the Metro Junction... make me feel like i got punched in the gut... still.

And wat makes it worse is the morbid reality that this will indeed happen again coz noone will do enough to ever stop it. We have to all condition ourselves to get used to these feelings in our stomachs and throats. We all have to live with the fact that when we go out for a drink tomorrow, it might just be our last. Or a nice evening walk by Gateway, admiring the sunset will also include the now unsurprising sight of the 'occasional' jihaadi docking right in front of you. Everytime you walk from Xaviers towards Metro, or everytime ur crossing that junction you keep looking over your shoulder for the crazed gunman, so you can duck, or so you can move out of his way coz he's speeding. We'll have to wear bullet proof vest when we go to railway stations. We'll also have 2 get use 2 the factthat the vests will protect us the same way it protected Hemant Kakare, Vijay Salaskar and Ashok Kamte. We'd have to check for traces of RDX in our Chicken Tikka Roll the next time we eat at Bade Miyan's. Check the toilets, for terrorists or explosives or terrorists with grenades, at the Taj and the Oberoi's whenever we go there to pee...

Coz at the end of the day, that is wat the so called Spirit of Mumbai is goin to turn into.Coz nobody gives a fuck about anything until the Parliament is attacked, coz all those fuckers were garunteed a seat for 5 yrs, and by God they will have it for 5 Yrs. They wud give a fuck if elections were close and they wanted to tell the public what a shoddy job of national security the present govt is doing n that one shud vote for them coz they are better and have the decency to show up at the site of the chaos while the rescue operations are still going on. Their concern for maiking an example of bad governance by the opposition will obviously be very benificial to the otherwise ignorant people.

I salute the UPA government and its opposition for caring to be with us in this time of strife. What would we all do without them?

I hope...that Governments everywhere will take example from ours. The world would most definately be a better place.

HAPPINESS

Have direction and something to do for atleast the next 5 yrs.

Am a Xavierite again.

Out of the house for a major part of the day.

Orange chappals, nice ass Levi's jeans.

Bright yellow t-shirt, Red windsheater.

Pouring rain.

Long empty road,dimly lit by yellow street lights.

Splashing in puddles.

Bob Sinclair's World hold on blaring in my ears.