Saturday, November 8, 2008

Farewell



















Alright children.

Time to say Goodbye from here. Its Alvida, Adieu, Ciao etc etc...

I know I sound very kurt here, but again circumstances define who you are and how you act! :)

A new blog has been started in lieu of this one, and the ramblings go on there and not here.

Oh, and also, it is one of those "only by invitation" blogs, so send in a mailer if I didn't include you there... Will surely do that!!*

* Conditions apply....

Cheers n Happy reading

Sunday, October 26, 2008

What comes next














What comes next?!!

Are you happy?, Her eyes ask,
Yes, I lie, turning away,
Trying to avoid those eyes,
Who am I kidding?
You can see thru to my soul,
Yet I pretend,
And put up a façade,
A happy face,
What comes next?
Useless drama, more trauma,
Joke more, she is around,
My brain sends the signal,
She cant realise that I still miss her,
Speak to all, but her,
Like that would turn the indifference to love!
Stop, stop loving her,
My friends implore,
So I lie to them too,
I am soooooo over her,
I boast!
What comes next?
Rum, beer and whiskey I toast,
What a mistake she was!
Oh, how I loved her,
She walks by, provides me a half smile,
I smile at her and then smirk at my friends,
Saving my ego, she saw that,
Does she still care? Did she ever?
What a joke I have become,
Run over by love, I am the scum,
City lights seem dull,
And I can’t sleep,
Because I am on the truth finding mission,
Yes that’s the excuse this time,
For wrapping myself in your memories,
No more, no more tears,
Haven’t yet fell out,
Unsolicited advises still flow,
No more, no more post mortems,
What lies ahead then?
I don’t want to see,
I am busy at where we were last year.
And I don’t want to leave,
Cant exist nowhere else,
And I wont leave,
Not yet!
What comes next?
I don’t know.

-Meghna
25/10/2008
08:26pm.

Monday, October 6, 2008

The War Prayer











I feel at war, living in a battleground,
Where every man is for himself,
And the women alone,
Compassion nowhere to be found,
Mates vs. mates, friends of yesterday foes today,
Back stabbing, and stalking,
So much hate, in the hearts of the young ones,
No one questions this state of war,
No one has the time from self defence,
To think of the fellow man who might be helpless,
You huddle in groups, trying to create a comfort zone,
You move in gangs, fighting skills is what you hone,
Strangely, we were brothers in arms,
The band of brothers, now stands disbanded,
We stand as mercenaries,
Alone against adversaries,
I pray to God, for strength,
For this to end,
Ah, the blessed survival instinct kicks in,
And Kicks me, who else stands to lose?

Meghna
Written over the sorry state of affairs...

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

I dreamt of God









I dreamt of God....

:)




I dreamt of god last night,
In my dream, me and god sat and talked,
He asked me why did in my prayer I say,
That I will give up anything to have him,
I said, “God, I am hopelessly in love”,
That “I need him or else I will die”,
Wouldn’t that make everything else redundant?
God, he smiled, and so did I,
He then asked me, looking deep into my eyes,
He said, “Anything? Even your writings?”
Trying to seal the deal, I jumped, “Yes!, take it God”
“Take it now”, I pleaded,
As his smile faded,
I grew apprehensive,
I angered Him! I thought,
He asked, “ All right my darling,
Tell me this then, allow me your answer,
Would you relinquish your sense of humour too?”
The thing that brings smiles to many,
The source of laughter in your life, as of others,
Even mine, would you give up - “
A vehement “Yes” cut God short.
He didn’t seem startled at all,
He kind of was expecting it,
He was God after all, he knoweth all,
God asked “Why would you make such a sacrifice?,
For what my love, for a boy?” seemed obvious enough,
I said,” for I am nothing without him,
I am nothing but a consortium of his memories,
And I promised myself,
That I would get him for me,
And I would make the necessary sacrifices,
Without blinking an eyelid,
No matter how grand they seem.
God blinked, I didn’t know he did that,
He stared; I think he was giving me time to reconsider,





God drew close, and he whispered in my ear,
“Let me tell you a little secret, my dear”
I grew curious, god wants to share his secrets with me?
Honoured, I nodded. He said,
“the secret is about you”
I titled my head like a well trained dog,
God said, “in a parallel universe,
I had asked a girl a similar question,
But she was different, she was with this boy she was so in love with,
She was fond of him, of her as was he,
They seemed happy to me,
But their request unsettled me, as I was by yours today,
The girl was you, no doubt,
My darling, that girl was you and the boy was he,
But you lived sans laughter, sans creativity,
You had him, but nothing else,
You had none as friend, as confidante,
And you cried every night because of it,
And you prayed, and he prayed with you,
To help you find laughter, and to find something inspired,
And that night, you made this pact with me,
To give him up, for this life that you live now,
You gave each other up,
To be able to find what you have now.”
God paused, “See my lovely, you already are living your wish”
And I realised that night, as I bid God goodbye,
That I am living my dreams.
Lucky me, I am living my dreams.


30th august, 2008
00:42 pm

With this post, I hope not to offend anyone as that wasnt my intention as I wrote it. But if I did, I am sorry.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Ramblings..

I have this overwhelming feeling of emptiness, and it has engulfed me for the past few days. I cannot express it well enough to understand it. Even the company of friends doesnt take it away from me. I havent felt quite this way in a long time, and thats why the return of such a feeling of blackness scares me. I know the destructive power of this feeling, I know the kind of command it has over me and subsequently my life. And I know that this feeling is something I most certainly do not invite into my space. But I dont know what to do, how to over come this, how to conquer this. Hence, I chose the path of passive resistance, which is writing. I write, day in and day out. And that saddens me further because it reminds me of things i have lost, people- friends i have lost and the shreds of paper i have lost, the paper on which I poured my heart out. And, this feeling also means the augment of a lesser pleasant me.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Give Me

I realised today, I m a hopeless romantic. I know my friends call me passionate, but romantic... that too a die hard and hopeless one... I do love 'love'. I have conversations with it almost everyday.... You want to know what I say to love... Read on!!!


GIVE ME....

Give me some inspiration love, you have always found ways to do that,
Give me something to write of, because I m nothing if not my words,
Give me some one to sing my songs to, someone, anyone,
Because the worst death my words can have is to go unheard.

Give me some thing to wake up for, even on the early Monday mornings,
Give me some words to wrap myself in, because they would remind me of him,
Give me some jitters again, some more moments of breathlessness,
Give me my fool’s paradise, my little place of being blissfully dumb.

Oh love, give me some one pure, someone to share myself with,
Give me someone beautiful, someone I can let enter my soul,
Give me a secret; let him be a secret to the world,
Give me someone charming, someone who can make me whole.

Give me his strong arms, to fall into when I feel weak,
Give me a beautiful smile, that will make my heart jump with joy,
Oh love, give me the happiness, give me the love of my life,
Give this little girl, her little lover boy,

Oh love, give me a reason to smile, a reason to survive,
Oh love, give me my prince, the prince of my magical kingdom,
Give me a heart full of love, and a head full of dreams,
Oh love, give me the song of my heart, a song to hum.

(Cant remember the date....But is Pretty Recent!!!)

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

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... :)