Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Just so you know

The lonely effigy,
A borrowed dream,
Myriad fantasies 
That shameless scream. 

Crash or burn?
Mock or murder?
Seduce with subtlety
I'll keep your ashes to celebrate. 


Wednesday, July 20, 2011

I've been noticing...

  1. When the going gets tough, the so called tough weaken. 
  2. To be in a loving relationship, one needs to be dumb oneself down 2 notches or more. 
  3. We like to believe and convince others to believe that 'whatever happens, happens for the best' because it's more painful to face the fact that we may have made the wrong choice. 
  4. Our parents treat their interns like garbage, yet always encourage us to get internships as they provide us with a great 'learning' opportunity. It is after all, the only way of learning how to serve coffee, take print outs, make photocopies, chase couriers and follow up with the clients' receptionists all in one. 
  5. The editorial hates the marketing. The marketing doesn't get the editorial. Everyone hates HR- This one's by a girl named she
  6. When you're not thin, it's easy to blame the world's problems and almost all of your own on your weight- My love life would improve if I lose weight; my sex life would exist if I lose weight; my boyfriend will buy me more expensive gifts if I am thin; my colleagues won't harass me if I lose weight; I'll be able to bitch better if am thin; The Taliban will leave the rest of the world in peace, if I lose weight; the country's ever increasing economic inequalities would begin to diminish as I start to lose weight; India will be addressed as developed  the day I lose weight. Phew! the list really is endless. 
  7. An elevator is just place you'd be stuck in with the colleagues you don't like or your boss on the day you came late and almost always an ugly fat man who doesn't work in your office but likes to burp a lot and very loudly so. 
  8. The 'nice' guy and the 'intelligent' women are the most desired species in recent times. Right, that's why they always move into the 'friends' zone. They are rewarded for their desirable traits with platonic hugs and sob stories of how the undesirable partners (and still the only kind that they will all ever mate with) are not nice/oh-so-blonde. 
  9. Murphy's is the only law that has no exception, no contradiction and is 100% accurate 24/7. 
  10. We're the dandruffed generation: The inefficient nincompoops that govern the nation sit back laughing when the opposition opens their mouth to condemn everything and anything without any substance or agenda. We know we've got dandruff, but we're too lazy to rid ourselves of it so we wear white and pretend like we can't see it falling down on us. \

aside, afar

Let me write you a verse today,
A verse imperfect
Call it absurd, you may. 

A verse free flowing,
Of rivers shallow
The used palette
Of the amateur artist. 

The verse of beauty, 
That they'd never feel
of painful laughter
That they ignore but see. 

Let me write you a verse 
That's real 
It's black and it's grey
And it's all the in-betweens. 

Would you listen, though
To the poets of reason?
That alter without caution
Your careless imagination. 

I'll write you a verse
Like never before
But it's not special
The music's faded, sore. 

It's a verse of beauty
A lyric sublime
A song, a subtlety 
A verse, that's not mine.


Monday, July 11, 2011


And just like that,
ever so surprisingly
I smiled when I saw you. 


Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Black & White Prisons

A mind 
whose thoughts flow
Free is the spirit
that angers slow.

A hundred pieces
maybe better than a whole
to the mind that needs not
liberation anymore.

Free flowing
Seas of thought
seldom showing
the storm they brought. 

Like a flickering match
in the windy skies
Still free in spirit
and in the mind.

We imprison our thoughts
cage the spirit
and then stare dreamily
at the painful blue sky. 

Then, one man rises
Ever so suddenly,
screams to the world

And we applaud in awe
at how he's liberated
Still folding our arms, 
against our chest. 

We're the cause of the cowardice
we mock
we're all the malice
that eats us alive. 

We're the only reason we fall
We're the ones who laud
him who does rise. 


Monday, July 4, 2011

Whistle my tune

Whirlwind like,
The souls alike
Touch and go
Let the laughter flow

In the heart
Of the corner of the heart
She whistled a tune
unheard of;
She cried secretly
When he sang to that tune
As if it were his own.

The madness will end
It always did
Endings just as sudden
As the beginnings are
But maybe till then,
she could let go?

For this moment in space,
she'd forget to wonder
For the sake of a moment,
She'll whistle along
But she'll whistle along.

They whistled all night
To that tune unheard of,
But they'd hear it again
In a place somewhere else,
At a time long forgotten
Some where far away
At a time, when they'll choose
to stay.


Polite Applause, please

One day
I will learn
To write a Haiku