Brother, Oh Sweet Brother Of Mine...

Okay, I know I should be studying for the mid term exam that is tomorrow morning, but I cannot help but write this. Especially after having cried the “khushi ke aansu” twice today, like an itsy bitsy baby clutching the cardboard box (it shall explain itself later)…

Around a year ago, I joined this place of higher learning. And I met a lot of people, some good folks, some not so good folks, and some very special persons, possessing the rarest and purest of souls. One of them (yes I have the pleasure of knowing more than one.) is Sumeet Rathore aka Rats aka Bhai aka Yudhistar – tho he doesn’t know about most of these (his) nicknames!!! Butt the phenomenon that is Sumeet, Mature, Understanding, Sweet, Loving, Caring… I know it sounds like his testimonial but cant help but reiterate the fact that Eiffel tower is very tall, Sholay is a hit and Taj Mahal is in India!!! :D

Moving onnn…..

So, why this sudden surge of emotion? He has pretty much been the same person over the last year…right!!! So background first: I call him bhai, and also did the usual tying of rakhi last year anddd…. I, being the totally self centred person that I am, forgot to do that this year.

IMAGINE!!! He should be angry right? Annoyed, infuriated.. etc etc… Nothing at all.. He actually gave me a gift instead!! A box of chocolate that too… chocolate!!!! :D :D (see photo, me holding the cardboard box, which I still have preserved tho the chocolates are long gone.. damn you boys!!!)
Talk about love… Imagine he actually went to the store, thought of me, bought me a gift.. It makes all the difference to me- that he conferred upon me such love….

(Okay crying bout no.3 coming along…. )

I mean I don’t know what I did to deserve such brothers… But I m sure glad I did it… tho it does make me feel like the scum feeding on the parasite at the bottom of some lake… Super Duper nice people- MAHA caring… : ) And then there is me...!!!

This one is for you sumeet, I know it’s a bit juvenile and all.. but it’s the emotion that counts right!!!

Brother brother brother of mine,
You make me float on cloud number nine,
Brother O’ mine, you are so sweet,
It took us so long to meet,
Oh brother of mine, I m nothing if I compare,
To the love you give me and the care,
Hey brother of mine, tho we aren’t related by blood,
We have a bond that will pass the test of time, it would!!
So please never forget me ever,
With love, your sister…

(Crying session no.4 comes to an end... :D)

A happy Rakhi to all... :)

I think you know

Since am still not writing anything worthy of an audience, let me post this for you: A poem written about a year ago, by a girl for a boy she fell in love with. Sweet little thing called love we all have to go through I guess.






I think you know...


I think you know, I think you know,
By the way I look at you,
I think you know, I think you know,
That I care for you so.

Staying up all night together,
I wanna stay in that moment forever,
I wanna know everything about you,
Everything you wanna let me know.

I think you know, I think you know,
When you look into my eyes,
I think you know, I think you know,
That I’m falling for you tonight,

Every hug, every wink, every flying kiss,
Goes on over and over in my head,
When you whisper sweet nothings to me,
It says what you left unsaid.

I think you know, I think you know,
I was dead until I met you,
I think you know, I think you know,
I’m never gonna let you go.

Cos I love you like crazy,
I always will, my baby.

5/8/2007

Bye Bye Wordie...

So, my laptop has somehow lost every word that I had ever written. Gasp!!! Yes, gasping would be the correct emotion right now.

Every poem, every journal entry, every word, every picture, every video...everything that had any emotion attached to it. (Incidentally the only things not deleted are SPSS installers and games.) My entire last year, was on this laptop.

Things I had written, things I had created, things- words that I had nurtured and shared with others, creating a bond with these 'readers', things that cannot be recreated. Things that I thought I would be showing to my children and their children, things that I would not show to anyone, things I had written only for me...all gone.

I always thought that if you do lose these works you can always rewrite them. But that is, as i have realised, IMPOSSIBLE. I cant bring myself to write again. I cant even start afresh. I always did consider the words as my children, and the loss is inexplicably depressing.

I, somehow, always thought the words would succeed me. And not vice versa. This has to be the worst nightmare of any writer. And here I am, living one nightmare after the other. I truly have lost myself...

This post is almost a half hearted goodbye for my sabbatical/hiatus or whatever the kids are calling it these days.

This post is to say goodbye dear Wordies, and thank my friends who have given me words of encouragement and more importantly who have given me inspiration to write... I bow!

Till the next post, let me mourn this, the best I can.

My Obituary

My Obituary

After my death don’t tell everybody,
That I was a shining star,
Brightest in the night sky,
That I was perfect, that I didn’t deserve to die.

Tell them I wasn’t good,
I wasn’t all that bad,
I was a difficult child,
Right from the start.

Don’t make excuses for me,
That negates my existence,
Don’t tell them I was precious,
Don’t bring them to farce tears.

Here I am already writing,
What I want in my obituary,
So that when I’m gone,
It’s one less thing for you to worry.

Maybe a few years later,
I’ll realise who I was,
Maybe I didn’t realise my potential,
And I didn’t realise my curse.

You say I’m emotional,
That I don’t think things through,
I thought this through,
And still made no sense to me,
Does it to you?

11/11/2006
10.05pm

One year of togetherness

One year of togetherness

















A year ends, our first year together,
A year ends, from the first time we met,
A year ends, of our innumerable fights,
A year ends, and it leaves me upset.

Another year for us to stay under the same roof,
Another year and we will never again meet,
Another year for me to learn to walk on my own,
Another year for me to realise that I can’t.

And after this time, I will never write this way,
I will never have the inspiration to,
After these two years, I will be a little wiser,
And I will learn to love incognito.

And still, I will miss you,
Because you have become family for me,
Because it’s hard to wake up alone,
For, I will still be in love.


Meghna
12.50 am
10th March

Goodbye

Two years ago, a friend of mine died in a road accident. This is for him...

Goodbye

Goodbye seems to be the hardest word,
Especially if you don’t get to say it.
I try and remember the last time,
I talked to you Sid.

I think I was a bit a rude,
Snobbish even, to you,
You took it in your stride,
I wish I could be so cool.

Here’s a final goodbye,
My friend.
Hope you rest in peace buddy,
Hope you weren’t alone in the end.


May 17th, 2006
11.05pm
Siddharth- you deserved better.
[RIP]

I be Juliet again

I be Juliet again?

I be Juliet again?
I falleth again,
I loveth again,
I waiteth,
In the, for the anticipation,
In the, for the expectations…
Cometh the hour…
where is the man…?

I waiteth again,
For the unknown,
For the un-understood,
For the unforeseen.
I hopeth,
For the man of my dreams,
For my Romeo,
However roadside he may be

Has it really happened?
Have I fallen in love,
Yet again?
And yet again I giveth him no time,
I jump to silly conclusions,
I jump in tandum,
As the butterflies in my stomach jump,
Yet again?

So what’s new with this one,
Havent met him yet,
That should restrict me greatly,
I need restriction such as these,
For it confines my destructive powers too,
Habitual destructor I am,
Habitual romantic I am,
I falleth again.

What about the old one?
Do I forget the lovers lost so far,
The battles of love lost to them,
How do I face them again,
That too soon,
In june,
What if he is there too,
And what if he isn’t?

Oh, is he my new muse?
Does he need know that?
What if he freaks,..
What if I be his muse too?
He writes too, he laughs too,
He does all that I do,
Does that mean I do all that to him,
That he does to me?

He’ll be here soon,
With my ticket to heaven,
With a movie and a dinner,
With a cuppa coffee and a little more,
With a few smiles for me,
That I’ll steal from his lips,
With a little more than him,
He comes, packing away my loneliness.
(For) He cometh, with a lonely heart too.

25th march 08,
1.30 am

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to creatures of the homo-sapiens kind is purely coincidental. Dont ask who, why and when! Let this be my poetic license