lehrein ayi, lehro mein beh gayi...

A song, a feeling, a scenery, a painting, few lights, a misunderstood joke, a lizard perhaps (i miss my marley) urges you to write a line or two may be. Suddenly while doing a very clerical and tedious job i stumble into a song which makes me want to write. An urge i had lost in the hum drum of this ordinary chaos. So 2014 is at an end, and one more circle completes of the many rings that forges into a man's life. It would be interesting if a man wore a chain forged by no. of years lived (i am sure the ladies would not approve of it!)
To review this year, is something that frightens me. A year of drama, of tears and happiness of shocks and despairs, of guilty pleasures and partying :D a mini TV serial, (a hindi soap drama for sure) A year of lost and found. I always get melancholy as the last week of the year approaches. Apprehensions of the coming year eats up the joy of a year successfully surviving with head over my shoulders. or may be it's just the blues. And sometimes life creeps you out when you have your friends boyfriend's misc tape and see his name and picture in album art (AWKWARD!) instead of Nickleback's.
I think my refill of writing has exhausted. I need to get a new refill from the inspiration shop hopefully he has one to fit my miracle writing pen. :/
CIAO!

sin or sacrifice?

behind the dark curtains and a room gloomier
a shade darker than it was earlier
someone lay there curled up and shriveled
eyes wide open with tears

that trickled
a sin or sacrifice it knew not
as the gloom threatened to take over with every sob
what of happy endings and cherry red flowers
what of rainbow and sunshine and happy ever afters
all seemed gone
all seemed dispaired
sin or sacrifice it knew not
everytime it tried to get up
sounds of past tormented it
curled in the corner back it went
whimpering to sleep of confusion
where it dreamt of dark rooms and gloomier curtains
sin or sacrifice it knew not

LOST

Never at peace she rests

A vagabond soul searching for what is best

Her journey took her to many places

Of frozen rivers and angry faces

At long last she sat under a tree

And realised the forest that accompanied her in all degrees

A bolt of thought came crashing down she

May be she had all in this forest that reached the sea

Of tall trees that looked down at her

With leaf like eyes glowing with fervor

Questioningly looked up with tilted head

It seemed to nod with a grave dread

Eagerly she stepped into

The cool calmness and tall solitude

She felt it, engulfing her with loving care

Oh! So hard she had tried getting this without a vanity fair

With building excitement she entered

A knot or two made her stumble, no matter what she always tethered

Entangled trees were handsomely patterned

A beautiful place and a lack of lantern

She needed a torch to see

But instead felt the depths of the forest calling thee

“Come”, it says

Let me guide you through my wilderness that lays

A turn wrong and she is lost

Some deer runs by with antlers frozen with frost

She smiles to herself as realisation dawns

She loves the forest so much than plain flat lawns

Lost in the complex beauty

Of foreboding instances and amusement that’s there in plenty

But she had declared the love for him

The moment she held his arm to walk within

If you still have not figured out

Which you are

Yes, you there reading with small eyes that dare

I am the girl and you are the forest

I am lost in you forever till i rest.

PS: If a writer loves you, you are immortalised ;) 

makhi meri jaan!

Disclainer: the following is a bucket load of rambling. proceed if interested. reader must read only if he/she have no self preservation of your sanity. read on crazy minds! 

To my regular readers (if there are any) you must be waiting for my customary post about the pre-rain , during rain and post- rains posts. Well, as the arrival of rains this time was late i was “khafa” (upset, zindagi serial effects) with the rain gods and posted it well into the monsoon. Apart from having self doubts about my writing abilities , all thanks to GRE super human vocabs. I mean c'mon who uses words that take half a day to pronounce and longer time to spell and said once in every solstice . Keeping my whinnying aside i lunge into the topic of monsoon.

This time i am not going to romanticize monsoon. I am going to talk about a nuisance that gets introduced like the help at your place who turns up when you are going to have a party at your place when your parents are away (not from experience ;) ) :drum rolls please: MOSQUITOES!! Yes. Those tiny buzzing irritating to death mosquitoes. Monsoon famously brings machar and makhis. The former being also the buzzing irritating to death traits but their job profile includes sucking blood and transferring dangerous diseases like malaria, dengue. While the more squashy and blotted looking counterpart the “makhis” love to spread the ill health of diarrhoea and other stomach cleansing diseases.

I am going to restrict my say to “makhis” only, in other words flies. Makhis sound way cooler and i am an ultra cool person, makhi it is. Apart from spreading disease it loves to entertain itself by buzzing around you for no apparent purpose.  You could spend a whole day running around the house with a newspaper roll trying to swat into cutlet or with chopsticks (over-inspired ninja movies), unless its a lazy fat makhi or may be oldage it refuses to die.   

If “makhis” would have brains they would strive for world domination! With their numbers and killer instincts of that of spreading disease and annoying effect. People would either poop to death or suicide out of the the annoyance of makhis. If there was a similar experiment as that shown in the movie “deep blue sea” or something like that ,where they inject the sharks with brain matter and make them super intelligent (why on earth you want super intelligent sharks?!weren't they dangerous enough!). If such a thing was done i am sure the world would get a “makhi hitler” who wouldn’t fail in world domination this time.

As gre has taught me to support your statement with a good example. The movie called makhi which was a remake of a south movie (surprise surprise) where the hero turns into a fly and seeks revenge. Is a pure example of what they are actually capable of. And their nuisance value is very well illustrated in the episode “the fly” in”breaking bad” (googly eyed thinking of breaking bad) .

Rethink of the power of makhis as you are chasing it with a newspaper roll, will you be spared if they revolt against humanity?! A paisa for your thoughts. (going desi as independence day nears)

watch out at 2:32

he doesnt need to know..

He doesn't need to know

Of the times spent at the quarry

He doesn't need to know

Where his mom went as he tarried

He doesn't need to know

What cost him those boots

He doesn't need to know

What happened to his sisters two front tooths

                              He doesn't need to know

                         Where went his father's ticking watch

                               He doesn't need to know

                          That dinner had caused him the absence of the dogs barking match

                                He doesn't need to know

                              Why his father came black, everytime he stepped out

                                   He doesn't need to know

                             Why his sister complained of rough hands with a pout

                                     He doesn't need to know

                                       Of the leaky roof that bothers father during monsoon
He doesn't need to know

That rain fall inside is just not natural

He doesn't need to know

That there are more toys than a cycle tyre

He doesn't need to know

Life ends in a burning pyre

He doesn't need to know

Of fathers coughing worsen day by day

He doesn't need to know

That life is as frail as pots of clay

He doesn't need to know

That soon he would be crowned the man of the house

And then,

he will have to know it all

children of hell

A flash.. And the sky lights up

Like a bullet fired from a bullpup

The kid looks up in awe..as it rained fire

This is hell on earth as the souls rise higher

A touch on his shoulder, sees his mom with him

her body might vanish but her memories live within him

A bark from his lost dog

hiding under the debris from the war lord

Dizzy he was, as things long lost flooded him..
But transfixed he stared as hell sang its own hymn..

He dug deep and set his pal free

nothin around was standing except for the oak tree

An oak tree which stood tall in its time of glory

Now withered in a site that was too gorry.

He wandered north and then went east

there he saw the evil general with gold teeth

The battle is won the general said

100 dead how could he sleep cozy on his soft bed

Flashed his teeth as he laughed at his question..

U naive boy i m going to make a new nation

Pulled a knife out and slashed it across his throat

blood spilled as the soldiers walked to save the man in green coat

For all the lost things he loved the most

The father , the mother and the holy ghost

The devil inside him killed them all

How come he still gets a cushion for his death fall

As the bad lie on his cushion of death

The noble boy lay slaughtered in bullet sheath

The world is soon gonna need blood plumbing

i ask the lord when is his next comming

the fight for friendship and beyond

The fight for friendship and beyond

A time of roses and thorns

I was sparing a lad with his armor on

Couldn't see his face as we sparred on the lawn

A rose for every slash i made

A thorn for every bruise that would fade

People watching would find me ungrateful

A knight that answered every slash with a rose

For me i saw a thorns of the rose

And forget about the petalled core

soon the lad took off his armor

And i could see hurt in the clamor

As realization dawned it was too late

The rose was of petals and not thorns of fate

My blunder was irrevocable and unpardonable

But oh! I had fallen for him hard, which was undeniable

And all i could ask was for forgiveness

 For a knight like you doesn't deserve a girl like me in such foulness