Monday, January 31, 2011

Happy Birthday D

A birthday is but another day,
When I can sing for you,
When I can fill your day with surprises,
When I can hold your hand and lead you blindfolded,
When I can wait drenched to see that awe smile,
When we can sip wine lost in the aroma of love,
When I can say I Love you,
And hear it more,
Thus could happen yesterday, today, tomorrow.
Thus could happen now.
A birthday is but another day.

Happy Birthday D

A sweetheart card
A classy wristwatch
2 roses of the yellow kind
2 of the rosy red
22 eclairs
A Pendant

And most importantly, a time to savour which I spent with you ...

Thursday, January 13, 2011



I walked a lot. It wasn't that I was thinking much. I just was blank. I talked to D. She was crying. She is in more pain when I am upset.

I am just a speck amidst millions. It felt easy to be lost in the waves of hordes of people.

I am alluded to as a mysterious wonder. Just 'cause I am neither at the top, nor at the bottom.

And on top of all, I realized how 12 words can screw one up.

And here I am, living today.
Tomorrow, today will be another yesterday.

They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.

This is just a fall,
A fall which will remind me of the ground I stand on.

Vangelis comes when he has to ...

Sunday, January 02, 2011

Ode to a hope

There is no snow on the ground. It doesn't snow here. It's cold, rustic yet not harsh. I have been looking for the rain, the wet rain which would make this cold all the more worthwhile. I have been peeking out the glass windows to catch a glimpse of the dewdrops making their final journey in the dense smog. I am in the mood for an ode.

There's always something in the end
There's always nothing to begin with.
I have been found wanting to bend,
'cause the tranquil nightingale has not yet uncovered its sheath.
Shattered dreams lay by the wayside,
Hope was never in what I knew
I learnt to stand up.
Dreamer in me could no longer hide,
The coffee chuckle would now brew,
The soul inside me was a molten cup.