Wish I cud be....

I have always liked being one with the world.Wanna know how the whole act of roleplay got to me. Maybe this piece below helps....

Wish i cud be....


Wish I could be the earth
Or maybe become the sun
Play for long being the clouds
Or tease the wind for fun

Someday put on a winter
Go change into a spring
Making flowers blossom
The trees and grass swing

When I feel too hot
I perhaps go hide the sun
With black clouds as hair
I make them into a bun

A flash of lightning
And I pour in the rain
Wetting up the earth
But somehow all in vain

Let me quench my thirst
Let me drink the earth
To my heart’s content
For my money’s worth.

Next time i shall dream more and live more....

Happy B'day Pubs....

Dedicated to a burly Surdie – Mr. Prabhjeet Singh Khalsa sweetly called Pubs!!!!

A soul stirrer, a tear maker
A conscience puller, an emotion waker
A burly bloke in a golden cloak
Out on a mission, to lend each a vision

My long lost brother
Beyond whom I see no further,
My teacher and friend
To me whom God has lent

I love him much, respect him more
He’s too special, I say from the core
Belting a song can make him sore
He’s a part of my family, a family of four. (Sorry guys its 6 now)

He’s a gentle soul
With a heart of gold
Touches all with his words
Is the rarest of the Surds

He can drink, he can smoke
Doubts and Fear, he can choke
Call him cute and he will make you puke
Kick your butt and make you croak

He reads your mind, sees thru your soul
Getting you attached isn’t really his goal
But it always happens that he becomes a part
Something you won’t realize from the start

Like a blessing in disguise, like a mild drizzle
He begins the healing & emotions fizzle
Dousing your anger, wiping your pain
Thank God for him- You are you again….

Happi Budday God Bless! Long live my brother....

And kyunki ye bahut jyada ho gaya(I guess I exaggerated a bit too much ;) ). Here is an Eminem rendering of him:

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking, how everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!

Lends life to the lifeless Faith to the hopeless
Supports the helpless Hates the shameless
Saviour to the homeless Idol to the selfless
Backs the relentless Salutes the fearless

He's cutting now d cake and I freaked him out
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!

See i put him to sleep....

The Bottomless Pitcher that never fills but always overflows....

Well firstly a thanks to all those who visit but never bother to comment ;) And a sweet thanks to Meow who's got my comment window going. Well here's another post which got ready much earlier but somehow there was something that kept me from posting it so soon. Also i didnt want it to overshadow my first post "The Mountain and the River" which is quite close to my heart.

The second one was more like a memoir written for the person to whom the post & the story "A Night under the stars...." belonged. I hope i did justice there.

The last post just had to come before this one as it was beautifully started for continuation by Meow. Hope it fell in place.

The below post is again very close to my heart maybe thats why even after writing it i have added 3 more paras while i was entering it online. There is a lot more to be told....

About The Bottomless Pitcher
One that never fills but still overflows....

A barrel of water for some
A bucketful of tears for the other
A pocketful of love for one
A volcano of fears for the other

How do I describe this pitcher?
One that never fills but still overflows
No matter how high I brim it
It still overflows….

What fills it up I wish I knew?
my belief of God or my love for you
Joy and smiles or Despair and tears
Peace and strength or anger and fears

I feel it’s like a brain
Sensitive but strong and sane
Maybe it’s a heart
Gullible and fragile but not so smart

It acts like a door
Left ajar to let one know more
One who keeps changing with time
Walks in, walks out not caring a nickel or a dime!!!!

A glass door, Plz handle with care
It leads to the pitcher, Thou shalt not dare
Enter at your risk, Leave at your will
It may be locked, you break it until….

Everytime I allow someone
Everytime I let go of one
Everytime one enters and spends the night
Everytime one leaves turning off the light

Everytime one knocks but I never hear
Everytime one intends to enter but doesn’t in fear
Everytime one storms out breaking the door
Everytime one enters, stays; expecting some more

This pitcher again furiously overflowed
Invisible tears poured, poured and poured
Wish I wish it could simply just leak
Chances I go finding a Plumber-Ah so bleak!!!!

The door made of glass,
The door to my heart
My heart- that’s the pitcher
One that never fills but still overflows….

A very cute plumber! Maybe i do get him....

Now that you are gone....

Dont know how many of you read my first blog, my second to be precise called "The Mountain and the River". Please have a look at the earlier post titled "The Mountain and the River" before going through this. It will make things fall in place. There was this one very sweet comment which came about the same time when i had written a continuation for it. It is from "Meow", wonder where that came from but its placed just before my current continuation. Drop in your comments....

**That's the fate of us mountains
little do we know
The bitter truth of life
& let the river flow
To use us just as a path
& go to the ocean wide
That's how it was destined
& we as mere spectators, abide....**

** By Meow

Now that you are gone

The days are pale
The rains are dry
The nights are dark
The stars too shy

Now that you are gone

My mind is lost
My heart’s in pain
My eyes fill up
But tears refrain

Now that you are gone

I have a body
But seem to have lost my soul
Life’s become pointless
Without you there’s no goal

Now that you are gone

You were my everything
You gone, now I am broke
Can still hum a tune
No guitar to stroke

Now that you are gone

I don’t think I am dead
But my soul sure is
My world’s not over
But my story sure is!

Now that you are gone

I wish somehow you come back
Back to me soon
I am the earth
All i want is my moon....

A Night under the stars....

Cant say wat i mean here but just so that it doesnt go obscure, i tell you a story of two feathers and a starry starry night....

A few lines from the song though it cant be related much to the story only that most of the story was a starry starry night....

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Now for the story....

It was a night under the stars
When a story began
Of two feathers that glided across the sky
Of two gypsies who crossed their tracks
Of two lamps who lightened yet enlightened each other
Of two spirits who just seen their own reflections

Both had their storms of the past
The occasional thunders of the present
But blowing it all aside
They embraced the chill of the future

Love made them fly high
Their togetherness at times risked
Rising above the logics and theories
They floated in the realms of fantasy

Their coats touched, caressing their souls
They flew near they flew far
They ignored the sun, got wet in the rain
They knew their today, didn’t bother about tomorrow

One day the time stopped
A wind brought them close
Blending them into one
But soon it was gone with only dust left to see

The feathers fell to the ground
With a silent thud
Anonymity preached
Distances kept

One fine day a whistle blew shaking both the core….
A strand of silk
A speck of love
A fragment of life never understood

A beginning to the end
One that was never thought of
An end to the beginning
One that was never fought off

A mighty wind again blew
Taking the feathers apart
A moment of dawn
A moment of dusk

A day of sun, a night of stars
A fortnight of spring
A month of winter
Time had spanned a whole eternity

For now the feathers had gone
Leaving their game incomplete
Strewn worlds apart
Still somewhere around

Somewhere with feelings
Feelings of being loved
Love that started on a lovely night
A night under the stars….

The Mountain and the River....

After a very long time; five years to be specific, I came across yet another phase in my life when I was again full upto the brim. This time though I had no energy in me to raise the height of my life’s cauldron of sensitivities. So like the last time this time again it came out as elusively as possible in a flutter of words and rhythms, portions of which I present to you….

I was a hard rocky mountain
Gave permission to a river to flow
Permission to cut into me- valleys and gorges
And a waterfall of emotions.

The river came fluttering on my surface,
Meandered into every nook and corner.
Causing cracks and crevices, at places bumps
But all in all smoothening my edges..

Wherever it went it left a trace;
At times ponds of love,
At times lakes of insecurity
Pools of deception and puddles of hope…

Now there’s greenery all along the way
Though many barren patches too
The water moistened my crust,
Replenishing a spring inside….

I thought I was finally alive
With life; liveliest as one could be
But then the river had it’s own as well
Long before I could realize
It went slowly blending into an ocean
On the other side of the world…..

A living epitaph....

Somethin that a very cute member of my world wrote for me. Describes me quite well. This is for my blog friends- a well penned description of mine....

I've known Mr. Red Hot Salsero for a long time now...maybe not long enough to know him entirely but definitely long enough to help all of them out there who would like to know what's he like, considering his "about me" is too less and too misleading. To begin with, he is not what he may appear to be. Whether that's good or not is for you to decide. He can be very loving and very caring but too smug and complacent. So much that you'll start craving he stopped helping you out and asked for your help instead. In other words, he's always there for you but seldom he expresses his need for you and when he does it'll totally freak you out (don't ask me why). At some point of time, you may feel you know him completely but before you know he will surprise you with something least expected and you'll be left frowning. (Piece of advice-don't analyse too much. There's no point;)....

There’s a lot that you can learn from him but that depends whether or not you want to learn. I have. His optimism is almost infectious and it'll rub off on you unless you're as stubborn and as pessimist as I am. Friends are very important to him and he loves to hang out with people. Mostly you'll find him in a delightful mood and he will leave no scope to pull your leg. He is the kind who will treat you so sweetly that you could start to feel smothered but again he can also be so insolent that he'll make you feel totally shitty. He is an honest person to the extent of sometimes being too blunt. He is one of the best friends I've ever had. No matter what he may appear to be, he has a heart, a good heart at that, which cares, wants to love and feel loved. He could be just like any other guy you know or maybe a kind of guy you've never known before. But again it's for you to decide because no one can be the same to everyone. What I’ll say is that he is the best and the worst thing that has ever happened to me....

I truly cherish the happening of this person in my life too. Though she's not the worst at all. Someone i have truly loved taking care of as a baby....

Thank you my doll (U'l always be one to me). God Bless....

As for my blog friends i feel a truly deserving post (Forgot to tell u about by not being modest ;)) to start of my blog with. Keep coming for more. Though bear wid my delays....

Take care....