December 31, 2008


i just discovered that i do remember things. things that i want to forget. desperately. especially things that make me sad. now.

December 30, 2008


-the lan cord
-the laptop power cable (with adapter)
-the USB wire for the external HDD
-the power cable for the external HDD (with adapter)
-cellphone charger wire
-dangling nearby is the USB wire for the printer
-power cable for the printer (with adapter)
-USB wire for the mouse
-power cables for the speakers and the connecter between them
-and finally, the jack wire from the laptop to the speaker
-and sometimes, the headphone wire

and i thought my laptop was supposed to usher me into a wireless world [:P]!!

[i thought of posting a pic of this wire-forest and labeling the individual wires, but then i decided it would be too much of an effort :P! one reason for all these wires creating the forest is that the lazy me wants everything to be within arm's reach from my bed :D! so my room has been arranged that way. the arm's reach concept includes books, pens and the bottle of water :)]

extra-curricular achievements

i slept at 10:30 yesterday night.

woke up today at 12:30.

from good night to good afternoon straight.


December 28, 2008

the cycle of life

the mourners come out in hordes
dressed in their customary black
dark clouds waiting to spill over
a cleansing quenching downpour

the procession moves along
as the dreams stand there
crying by the roadside
crying for one of their own

the dead is in a blissful sleep
wearing the crown of thorns
unaware of what it meant
and what it could have been

shriveled and so unlike a child
bearing scars of a tortured death
but tears are actually meaningless
coz this is gonna happen again

the one that lies there dead
is going to be born again
and is going to die again
pretty much the same way

stillborn hope.

December 21, 2008


when superman lay there

crying and shivering
after saving the world
one more time
the gentle winds
they embraced him
and told him
it's all right
he shouldn't be ashamed
coz no one else dared
to fly against odds
and a fear of heights.

December 12, 2008

color my dreams

घुमक्कड़ बादलों के संग हल्की सी
सूरज की किरणों में झलकी सी
आसमानी बातों का कुछ मतलब होता होगा
आशाओं का रंग शायद नीला होता होगा

order lepidoptera

she flew around
and they shone
with a light of their own
and some from the sun
they, the colorful creatures
her butterfly wings

a thousand steps
and a thousand aches
but she tip-toed some
and ran breakneck some
coz she had them
her butterfly wings

the dark tries all it can
but it never scares her
coz the long-drawn night
she can tear in one leap
reach for the stars with
her butterfly wings

you could think
she's just god-gifted
but no, she is ordinary
just as she's very special
it's her hope she wears as
her butterfly wings

and they make her special
her butterfly wings


हाथ ये मेरा तुम
थामे रहो बस यूँ ही
तुम्हारी कुछ लकीरों से कहीं
उलझी रहे मेरी लकीरें


खोज रहा हाथ की लकीरों में
कहीं एक धुंधली उसकी भी लकीर मिले
हर मुमकिन कोशिश कर मैं हारा
लकीरों में उलझी कोई तो आस मिले

[lifted from various sources, some my own :P]

December 11, 2008


क्या सुबह सूरज आँखें मलते

टकराता है हम से चलते-चलते?
'माफ़ करना' कहती हैं किरनें भोली
आपकी आंखें हमने जानबूझ कर नहीं खोली
हम भी फूटी किस्मत के हैं शिकार
सुबह सुबह उठने को हैं लाचार
पर आपसे ये सुबह खुशनुमा हो जाए
आप मुस्करा दें, जागरण ये धन्य हो जाए


December 10, 2008


i love the little girl
who makes sand-castles
jumps into puddles
and loves the rain

i love the friend
my shoulder to cry upon
someone i can confess to
without fear of being judged

i love the butterfly
who colors my dreams
and at the end of the rope
shares her wings of imagination

i love the superwoman
who looks after me
the one who holds my hand
through the dark night

i love the sunshine
who strews smiles around
the one whose light
i feel with my eyes closed

and each one is as different
as chalk and cheese
a delusion, i know
that love makes me see

all the different women
love made me see in her
i love all of them
i love all of her

[written for a competition organized by the dramatics and cultural association. it can be viewed online here. the topic was: love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.]

saving for a rainy day

कल हल्का मन उड़ चला था

बादलों के पार कहीं
कल खुशियों का थामा था हाथ
कल भीगा इक सपना जागा था
सतरंगी पलकों पे यहीं
कल फ़िर हुई थी थोडी सी बरसात

more gmail

i like the way pdf attachments now open in google viewer. that way i don't have to download them and not be satisfied with the bland html view.

watery infinity

there is happiness and some glee

and things that set you free
there are people who let you be
and then, there's the sea..

written as a comment to a beautiful poem written by a friend of mine.

December 8, 2008


you might wonder
what might tie them
but there's actually
something similar between
tears and smiles

no matter when
or what or where
or how or who
or whither or whence
therefore and hence

the fact remains
your best smiles
and your worst tears
are when you
don't know why

[after i wrote this the line 'there's actually something' reminded me of the song 'don't write me off' from the movie music and lyrics.
it's never been easy for me
to find words to go along with a melody
but this time, there's actually something on my mind
so please forgive these few brief awkward lines...

December 7, 2008


i had wings i could fly with
to heights i had never seen
but then, i didn't use them
because i was happy enough
i was happy in the here-and-now
i was walking on air

December 6, 2008

wo kagaz ki kashti - Origami101

seems like an eternity after which i made a paper boat. and i was actually amazed i remember how to.

December 5, 2008

and you thought such things happened only in bollywood?? [:D]

[image from xkcd]

a loop of thread is a wonderful drawing tool: canvas-cum-brush-cum-palette. flexible and morph-able and wonderful :)

December 4, 2008


she cried

the tears came down
one by one
till they flowed together
in two streams

the brine washed away
the makeup she wore
baring the skin beneath
the real her
she had rubbed one eye
and the mascara
made a beautiful smear

one or two strands
of her hair
were stuck to her face
held in place by the tears
her unbraided hair
was an ugly mop
in disorder

she had sobbed
and there were
a few drops of spittle
at the corners of her mouth
her lipstick - flaming red -
was smeared all over

sometimes she would blink
and a drop would be lifted
onto her eyelashes
and she would be stuck
in a half-eyed stupor
but she fought out
and the drop broke away

she arched her brows
and creased her forehead
every time she took a breath
and every such effort
brought out more tears

there i stood
taking it all in
i should have been with her
but i couldn't
she looked so beautiful

[inspired by the girl in the mehfuz video. i wrote this long ago. saw the video again and was reminded of it.]

hear hear!

i had forgotten to mute my lappy and it did its PING in a class today. all heads turned towards me. not that it mattered [:P]!

but i wondered, how exactly are we able to pinpoint the direction of sound. seems this is called localization of sound and has been the subject of a lot of research. the barn owl has been researched a lot because of its extraordinary hearing abilities.

most of the judgment of direction takes place because of the delay in the reception of sound by both the ears [ the reason why we have two ears]. it's called the intra-aural delay [iud]. however, for sounds originating behind the head or in front of it, the shape of the pinna plays a role in helping us find out where the sound came from.

so much for the spirit of enquiry [:P]!

December 2, 2008

talking about love

i love talking to you.

but you hardly ever say anything.

that's because i love to listen to you.

but you never seem to get what i'm saying.

i love to watch you talking.

but half the time you are staring somewhere in distant space.

i love the sound of your voice.

but the other day, you couldn't recognise me on the phone.

i just love the fact that the two of us are sitting there, talking endlessly.

but you are always so fidgety, in a hurry to run away.

i love the feeling in my heart, that there's someone i can talk to. someone who'll listen to me.


why else do you think i always come back?

December 1, 2008


i could go to sleep now
and forget all that i think
but then it isnt just insomnia
that's burning my eyes