Monday, April 21, 2008

The Long Day Is Over ....

Earth was rotating, clock ticked perfectly right
Day seemed so long, though world was a usual sight

A girl came to my shop, wanted to buy a life
for that she was even willing to bribe
but she got it all, didn't knew that knack
It's just she wanted it in a different pack

I looked hard, for her, but couldn't find
she frowned and laughed at this, appeared to be kind
efforts went in vain, as she held me bane

when she went, part of me died but relived again
i must thank her for, that i learnt to feel sorrow and pain

neither want to damage, nor to delve
now, gloom is gone sky is silver
hey troubadour, trust, the long day is over ...

PS : The Long Day is Over - Norah Jones



Sunday, April 06, 2008

Random Muse

Sometimes even time like 5 mins brings such a critical change, i don't know whether its 13 or 12 days, or this 5 min in future will make it from 1 to 0 day, but how does it matter anyways as this number is not of any statistical significance, except being a date somewhere-someplace on a card, calender or reminder on cell phone. Music (Midival Punditz : Lage na mora jiya, tohri aakhiyon se naina lage re), is making me smile and sad at unusual frequencies, its becoming my favourite past time watching pics that i have collected like stamps, as i clicked the folder property to check out exact numbers (128 MB, 244 pics) i discovered windows is so realistic rude as it shows folder attribute as Read-Only, "come on not for pics atleast, i deserve better then this", instantly music moved next in playlist, i wonder does life also have such playlist where it moves next when previous activity is done, so many things are crossing my mind - i can't pen them all - i think i am becoming worst victim of my own thoery "The Guided Life", anyways song that is on play mode - Naina from Omkara, i don't wanna listen to this song anymore as it brings a picture where she is crying in second last seat of her return flight, again i wonder in playlist of life can we skip something if we are not liking it for any particular reason, ok forget it, its not realistic ! I dont wanna rub eyes but this mist is no useful, someone is playing craker rockets at a distance its looking beautiful from my window, but they have to stop doing it what if yesterday was New Years Day, it might rain in sometime, i am waiting as it's such a soothe ......

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Death of a Want ...

I didn't wanted to say, but i couldn't
I didn't wanted it this way, but i couldn't

Once was a child, who came everyday and passes by
Wanted it like this for life, walking away glanced at me with one eye
I felt so high, and i decided to die.

There was a car, i knew about from engine to alloy
Someone else bought it, i was relaxed was a white lie
I felt so high, and i decided to die.

Decorations were bright, it came once for the people nearby
Still scared was the bride, as ques waited for an ans by
I felt so high, and i decided to die.

I took sleeping pills, expecting to woke with her sleeping nearby
Gazing at the illusion, laughed as i still wanted it be my
I felt so high, and i decided to die.

Even satisfying that want became a fight,
I got the heaven but no god was in sight.......