Hold Me Just A Little While

Empty skies why so high
Stuff that I try always make me cry
Took my chance when I had my place
Darling why wont you give away

To touch your lips and to kiss your eyes
Lord can I spend just one more time
I'll hold you in my arms and i'll calm you down
Queen of my heart I'll give you the crown



Darling
Hold me just a little while
Hold me just a little




Your lips dont say but your eyes do show
Hollow hearts just rhym no more
Love your skin and I love your smell
But I gotta act like you cant tell

I'll wait for you till the grasses grow
But promise me girl you wont say no
I'll miss you i'll hold you
But you wont even have a clue



Darling
Hold me just a little while
Hold me just a little

The Simplest Things

Most simple things in life are those, which we always seem to take for granted...and yet when we realize the value of the simple pleasure that these things give us, it feels out of this world.


# Finding money in your old jeans pocket, right when you needed it.

# Cooking for the first time and going horribly wrong!

# Early in the cold morning when you see a couple of very old men, probably best friends in sweaters and jackets, slowly doing their morning walk.

# The simple dots in the sky! The stars! When you start to wonder how there are so many and how they form infinite shapes, its pretty amazing!

# When you are sitting in a garden after a fresh shower and you see butterflies flying about.

# A cup of evening tea with nice jazz playing in the background, and instead of a rainy day outside, you see the sun setting behind the city skyline.

# A day with your phone switched off. You get to hear so many different sounds instead of your annoying ring tune.

# When was the last time you made paper boats and sailed them in the rain?

# When you put pepsi in your ice tray and you had your own pepsi-pops!

# A really really really REALLY peaceful afternoon under a tree.

# When you had a bad emergency, and couldn't find a single empty toilet seat.

# When you go in for an early morning shower, and how you conveniently stay 10 feet away from the cold COLD water!

My Picture...

Times are a changing
The waves are coming
The wings are flying
The leaves are rustling
But I, am still waiting
And I'll wait till my picture's done painting...


Shee...I get so senti sometimes...!

Snip !

Why cant the hair cutters ever cut my hair like the way I want them to ??!!!

What gives them the freedom to just cut it the way they feel like? I mean how hard is it to understand a few simple instructions? I probably would have been better off going bald! No mistakes, no unevenness, no fuss! Straight to nothing!

There is quite a line in this one. I thought this would be a nice place, unlike the others. So I wait for 20 minutes in the line. I spend another 5 explaining to him what exactly I want, how I don't want to pay 500 bucks and get my hair straightened, and how long it should be towards the end.

"Sure! I got it! ", says the guy dressed in white. With scissors in one hand and a green comb in the other, he seemed liked the hair terminator. He even had black glasses on.

I think to myself - "Maybe this time I'll finally get the exact style I want." For a moment I start to celebrate. But clear doubts enter my mind as I see the confused look on his face in the mirror. I ask him what happened? "Nothing.", he says nervously.

Of course something's wrong! Something's horribly wrong!

He quickly begins to snip and snap on my other side, pulls my hair a bit, checks something, snips some more and asks me to take a look.

And this is how I look now.




O.K. I am just kidding. It only looked a little better than this.

Ok. It looked a lot better than this, but still not what I wanted...sigh!

Love, Friendship or Ice Cream ??

If love is the best wine you've ever had, then friendship, is all those years that went into the making of the wine. Without friendship, there is hardly ever good wine. It is important to have a good friendship. Cause love grows out of friendship. Mostly. Lets not talk about the other rare lucky bastards.

So how do you define friendship?

Well...if you kick your best friend in the butt. That's friendship.
You pull his/her hair. That's friendship.
You make him/her do your homework, especially when he/she doesn't want to do it. And he/she ends up not doing it. That's friendship.
He/She promises to pick you up for a lecture in the morning. And he/she ends up getting lost on the way and finally asks you to go for the lecture alone. That's friendship.
When he/she shamelessly asks you to buy food for him/her. And you do it. Cause you also do the same thing with him/her often. That's friendship.
He/she makes you laugh and cry, makes you feel angry, makes you feel beautiful, all at the same time, will burp on your face (not sure how many women do that), draw useless and the worst drawings you've ever seen, picks his/her nose (again, not sure how many women do this either) in front of you, will eat more food than you and still insist that they split the bill 50-50...that's REAL friendship!

Now, lets be honest...when you are in love, you wouldn't exactly kick the other person in the butt, would you? You'll gladly do his/her homework, even if it means that you can't go to pick your Nobel Prize. After all, you LOVE him/her. And if you are in love with the other person, you would definitely DEFINITELY, make sure that you pick him/her up on time, ON TIME, and make sure he/she reaches for the lecture. If you're a guy, you would probably get your car so that her hair doesn't get messed up. If you're a girl, then why bother? You would always try to keep her happy...no matter what happens, you will never forget your manners and will not burp or pick your nose in front of him/her and generally annoy her, and of course you'll pay for almost every lunch and every dinner, even though you can't pay your own house rent!

But isnt it a bit...dead and done? I mean the whole picture seems so much more alive, and familiar with friendship. Sure! People do crazy things when they are in love. They bunk their lectures and together, hand in hand, read the latest edition of "Business News". On their birthdays, they buy big fancy cards from the store and wish them at exactly 12 in the midnight! WOW! I mean seriously! How many people do that ?!

But what you can do with friends is you can do absolutely "normal" stuff like go and spend 2 rupees on nimbu paani, or go to a big mall and play hide and seek, or spend an evening at a quiet corner in college and sing songs along with the guitar, have cups of coffee at the university, or plain have oranges and apples together, etc.....and yet, it seems crazy, feels crazy! It feels great!


I dont know why I wrote this, or why I even thought of this...but if I had to chose, any one, out of love, friendship and ice cream...I would definitely chose a lovely ice cream with my lovely friends!

What about you?

Whats There To Lose?

I lost what I didnt wanna lose...
So whats there to lose now?

I wish I could turn time back...
Just so that I could know that I have nothing to regret...

I wish I had said a few things that I didnt..
Probably then I wouldnt be living the way Im living...

The Story Of The Bird And The Fan

Guess who visited me in the bedroom today?? Emma Watson!!

Nah..I am just messing with you. In fact my guest was tiny. She could almost snugly fit into your palm. She flew in freely, through the open window of my bedroom and settled herself on one wing of my rusty fan. Maybe she was searching for something. Maybe she was hungry. Or maybe she was checking out a small part of this big biiiigg world. As I was watching her with interest, for some unknown reason, I began to wish I was a free bird too!

I could fly anywhere I want to, anytime of anyday I want to. It could save me from huge traffic jams! Imagine all the cash I would be saving on fuel! I can pee and shit anywhere and on anyone I want to...see now, thats not something you or I could do otherwise. Although my sex life would be ruined...(not that I have a great one now). Apparently birds finish having sex in the blink of an eye. Kaching! But thats not that bad...considering they have sex VERY frequently!

Hmmm...I wonder what would happen if a cow walked into my bedroom tomorrow?

Wow! The computer knows me well....

Your Personality Is Like Acid

A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict. One moment you're in your own little happy universe... And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell! At your best: You understand the world completely, and every ordinary experience is sublime. What people like about being around you: You say and do the craziest things. You're very entertaining. What people dislike about being around you: You're unpredictable. Your mood swings are quite intense. How addicted people get to you: They pretty much don't get addicted to you.

Your Career Personality: Idealistic, Service-Oriented, and Future-Oriented

Your Ideal Careers: Alternative health practitioner Architect Environmental lawyer Librarian Magazine editor Museum curator Novelist Nutritionist Photo journalist Playwright

What Your Dreams Mean...

Your dreams seem to show that you're a bit disturbed... but nothing serious. You may have a problem you're trying to work out in your sleep. Your dreams indicate that you have very conflicted feelings. You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.

Candles and Human Scent

Candles are beautiful. And Scary.
They are present to celebrate happy birthdays as well as to mark the funeral of someone's loved ones. It is so dangerous, if it falls prey to wrong emotions, it can cause absolute devastation. Yet, at the hands of a thousand people who are gathered together to protest the wrong, it is that which gives meaning to the word "peace".



Candles have so many purposes in their life...it's awesome! Be a photographer's experiment, be the evening light at a far away village where electricity is as rare as sugar in the sea, be an item to sell at a shop, be something that will spice up the romance, so many!

They come in different sizes and shapes too! Fat, skinny, broad, big, XXL, square, round, oval, amoeboic and all the other shapes and sizes which you can possibly think of and a few which you probably can't too! They even come scented! Man! I wish humans would come scented too...

Overdose of Vacations

Vacations are nice.
I've had almost a month of a vacation now...and its getting quite boring. None of my friends are around and the only few people I get to meet right now are my band mates. I can't wait to meet the parking guy who always keeps on asking for money. Or to eat the pricey chicken puffs. Or to wake up my friends early in the morning to attend lectures! The Mamas! The ever irritating Mamas!! Hell! I want to go to college and attend lectures! I want to get educated!!!...badly!!

Rain, Emotions And a Tree

The Greeks believed that rain was a sign of anger towards them. They thought it symbolized drowning and frustration as it often disturbed what they were doing.

Scientists believe that rain is a type of precipitation, a product of the condensation of atmospheric water vapour that is deposited on the earth's surface through the clouds.

Die hard bollywood loyalists would probably like to link rain with beautiful women in a sari getting wet.

Today it rained. Surprisingly! It's not the rainy season anyway. But I liked it. It was kinda nice.
Rains bring us a lot of emotions, that each one of us have different definitions of.

Sometimes, when I walk in the rain, I think of lonely moments of my life. And only the Tree knows the thoughts of raining moments of my life.
But sometimes, rain looks like happiness. An open free shower for all to enjoy! Happy thirsty rice fields, sprouting seeds, and dancing cows!

And then there is this another rain story. This one's more of a fantasy actually. I've always thought that it would be so cool, to actually meet my girl while waiting in the rain! Much more interesting than meeting her at a pub or a disc, or anywhere else for that matter!
Its got something to do with the wet hair, the little drops on her face, running down her cheeks, and finally dissolving in her already rain kissed lips.
The rainy smell of earth, does make a lot of difference.

Rain drops are like tear drops. But hey! We do cry sometimes when we are happy!

Taking a walk with your friends in the rain during college hours is a wonderfull thing to do. That's what I did with a couple of my friends today. But I think the ice cream is making me sick.

I've got a lecture now..

Mrs. Lazy Bum And Her Poetry

A friend of mine asked me in class today - " How do you write poetry? "

"Once you start writing poems, it catches on. Its quite addictive actually", I told my friend, but being the biggest and the laziest bum that she is, she doesnt even wanna try. After much pestering she wrote two lines.
Of course it ended up with the teacher marking us absent coz I couldnt stop laughing and disturbing the class. A class, for which I came early in the morning at 8! It was quite hillarious, but it was nice. I dont have the permission from her to put up those lines but I'll try.


But I have been thinking about the question she asked me, for quite some time now and I think I have absolutely NO idea and I wont even try to answer that.
How DO we write poetry?
What IS poetry?
Bunch of jumbled up words that sound nice? Inner thoughts? A song?
If it was my friend, Mrs. lazy bum, she would probably ask - " Is it something to eat?"
What is it?

Poetry is essentially the supreme music of the human mind. It reaches out to the widest breadths and the deepest depths of the mind.
It is the act of establishing by the word and in the word.
You may ask - what is established? Well, actually it can range from anything profound, elusive and indefinable to sometimes, the very abstract and random thoughts of the human mind.

You have no idea what random thoughts we think! Its just that most of us dont really pay attention to it quite often. But once we do notice the random and abstract things, you'll be quite surprised.

Probably anything and everything has some kind of poetry in it. The vibration of your cell phone. The way a girl's lips move when she's angry and shouting at her stupid boyfriend. Even the scroll button you are using on your mouse to scroll through this blog. Probably.

Life in itself is a poem. Its just that you gotta make up the words. So make sure you get the right ones.
Shit! Im hungry now.

The Simple Song

Feet down in the park, we've got the whole afternoon
Playing the game of love and all the stuff that we do
The purple sky now turning shy
But hey! The blue grass says you are mine

Your sweet lips and a bubble kiss
A life with you God! I'd never miss
Sometimes I donno I write crazy lines
But that's okay, coz you know how to read my signs





All I want to do is
Hold you in my arms and
Sing all the simple tunes like
Tada Dum Tada Dum




By the sea, writing love letters in the sand
A song so simple, the waters also sang
The sweet sky kissing an orange flare
With the sodas and ice creams that we shared

Late summer breeze blowing up a new story
Your river brown curls trying to play naughty
With a blanket to hold when the nights were cold
Cuddled up in bed with hot chocolate and a roll





All I want to do is
Hold you in my arms and
Sing all the simple tunes like
Tada Dum Tada Dum


Tada Dum Tada Dum...

Discombobulation

Its 4:13 PM IST. Im in my college lab.
My mind is in a horrible state of discombobulation. Discombobulate itself is a funny word. Not as funny as its meaning though. The last weekend, certain events occured in my life, that probably changed my entire mood. Bikes seem to going faster than usual, nights ending too fast, toasts getting ready in a jiffy, the bai coming on time...

You should know that at this point, I am thoroughly bored coz we have our jam session in about an hour and im waiting patientlessly. Nothing much.
Maybe I'll buy a cow now.

Big City Life

Pune city.
Oxford by the day and Vegas by the night.
Well…sort of.

A pensioner’s paradise, and a doper’s funland. Past the night, brown curled girls walk to a hookah joint, their drinking lips shining under the red light, while a couple of guys trail behind and race with fast bikes and flying smoke on their skin. A cosmopolitan crowd. A young cosmopolitan crowd.
The weather is awesome here. Except when it starts to rain. When it rains, riding a bike becomes a pain in the rear. And when you cant ride your bike, the city stops. For you.

You see, Pune has everything else. Big malls to keep you busy in the weekends. Gigs every month for you to mosh to. Discs every night to dance to. Abundant greenery and lakes to live sexy.
But there’s just too much serenity and beauty to live alone. To live alone without sharing it with someone. What’s a walk down a green misty road on a spring morning, when there’s no soft hand to keep you warm by the side? What’s a long drive, without someone behind to hug you close? For some, all the picture perfect sunsets behind the mesmerizing mountains, with its subtle reflection falling on a beautiful lake is probably just that. To the others, it’s a small preview of probably what heaven has to offer. A timeless and priceless picture frozen.

It’s the girl that makes all the difference.

If I were gay, I would have loved the sex ratio of our country. If the guy who said ‘there is someone for everyone’, was an Indian, he probably did not mean it in the same terms as "there is a girl for every guy"

But I like girls. They are beautiful. In fact, I think I am in the very primitive stage of being in love with a girl. That, later.
Now, lets talk about what I hate. I hate the population explosion! There’s just so much people around nowadays that you can’t even take a leak in peace! There’s not a single street in a single city that is not buzzing with the sound of the excitement of the same boring people! I hate it!
I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!
But lets not blame ‘illiteracy’ anymore. Lets blame it on the cheap condoms. Stupid cheap condoms!

Give me a sunshine

My mind's crazy and used like a one night stand
Falling through the hole like alice in wonderland
Curious enough to chase a rabbit up a tree
Now dont you judge me by my insanity

What I am is not who I am
Im like the skin right under your tan
Got me cracked up and now Im fine to the core
My kinda heaven's like hell's backdoor

Too much of taste in this lighted rain
Do take me away from too much fame



I need a sunshine
Give me a sunshine
The day aint good
But I like the so blue mood
Give me a sunshine
I need a sunshine



I heard the roses talk about sometime last night
About some Tom Dick and Harry and a guy called Mike
Too much information bet I could sure get high
Life's a breezer but dont you really wanna cry?

Called up my past and talked about the future
Said she wont be coming and is quite unsure
My eyes say the things like an open diary
That everyone can read but my own queen fairy

Send me through the backdoor of this commited time
So tell me my fairy is it a love to crime?



I need a sunshine
Give me a sunshine
The day aint good
But I like the so blue mood
I need a sunshine
Give me sunshine

Give me a sunshine...

Magic Trick?

Love. They say it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. They say you can’t know what love is unless you love the same way you are loved. I should guess its true. I see couples fight (out of love of course) almost everyday. While these fights may be very tempting to stop, stare and watch, maybe even make good nighttime topics to chat for some, what we don’t see in this whole fight, is the love that these couples still share. It is invisible to you and me. Unless of course you and I are a couple and both of us are in love. I doubt that. It is that invisible thing that I wish to have in my life, which unfortunately I don’t.
I am not a fool in love, darn no!
I am a fool, deeply in love.
Or I think so.

For some of us lucky bastards, love happens at the first sight, and everything works out just fine. For the rest of us, it is as complex as trying to start a fire with just bare hands. Complications arise. Unwanted and illogical questions pop up. A lot of time is wasted. But you can’t help it.
So I start to think. What do you do when the one person, who can make you happy beyond anything, and I mean anything, whom you most wanna tell how much you love them, is the only person you can’t? What do you do when the only person that can wipe away your tears, is the one who makes you cry? What do you do? What do you do??

Well the honest answer is you can’t do anything. Maybe you’ll want to regret falling in love with that person, but I doubt anyone will fall for it.
With all these random illogical things constantly occupying my mind, it wasn’t hard for me to come up with my own theory. Like all other theories this one too is very simple. And maybe stupid. But I’d like to share it with you anyway. Here it goes.

“With every inch of love (if love could be measured lengthwise) comes 2 inches of pain.”

Or maybe one and half (I am still working on it). The point is love and pain are inseparable. Being loved is nice, but loving someone makes you feel insecure. Being missed is nice, but missing someone isn’t. Its weird.

Till date I’ve felt many different feelings. I’ve felt happy. Sad. Disgusted. Horny. Stupid. Warm, etc. But the worst feeling that I’ve ever had is that of pain. No I mean real pain! It’s as if someone just reached out for your heart, ripped it right off your chest and left you with a void. A gap. Black space full of empty feelings. It leaves you stunned. Its as if your body is moving but your mind refuses to move. It’s filled with confusion. A wet feeling in your eyes but no tears roll down. A black wall that you can’t touch, feel, hear or taste. Everything around you suddenly becomes blank. Like the television screen on a very bad rainy day. And if this happens when you are on a bike, riding at 70 kmph, you’d be very lucky to escape with just a minor accident and a bruised leg.
I know I was.
Twice.

Time changes things. And things suddenly change when you are in love.
Or one way love.
Fancy name huh? One way love. Twin brother of pain. One way love is just as bad. You know what’s worse? One way love with your friend. Sometimes you can’t even tell the other person how much you are in love with him/her, because it might just ruin your little friendship. And of course you don’t want that! It ain’t exactly a Rachel and Joey situation here you know. It’s your friend. Maybe your best friend. Or a close friend. Or maybe just a friend. But still a friend. You probably spend the whole day together. Maybe you go shopping together. Maybe share your lunch. Maybe even pretend to hate each other. Play pranks together. Throw water on each other during class. Get kicked out of the class for throwing water on each other during class. Maybe it’s all this and a tad bit more that made you fall for him/her.
But when you can’t tell him/her the way you feel about him/her, it just kills you. You feel frustrated and angry. You feel like crying. You feel painfully stupid. Just a word of advice though: DO NOT RIDE OR DRIVE YOUR VEHICLE UNDER SUCH CIRCUMSTANCES.

When it comes to love and relationships, I may not be the most wise person to comment anything on it, but what you are gonna read next comes straight from the inside.

When you love a person not because of the way she looks, or for the way she dresses, you start to realize that for each moment that you have loved her she becomes more and more beautiful.
Strange.

It’s like magic.

Hmmm…maybe that’s why they say love is magical.
But isn’t magic just another illusion? A trick?

So is love an illusion too? Is it a magic trick?

Take Me To The Other Side

A stupid song that I wrote...

Dusty eyes and moody time
Apple lips and hair so fine
From a Sunday noon to the morning blue
Silken skin of the softest hue

At a perfect time on a perfect day
But imperfections my way
With an on the spot life she gives
Her free time to make my day

Take me to the other side
The other side of my mood

With a face that says of innocent joy
A mind that wanders like a free toy
Takes her time to say her thing
Words that have no false meaning

Took me to the places of the happiest side
Tried to make my mind but could not decide

Take me to the other side
The other side of my mood

Take me to the other side
The other side of my mood