Let’s Paint The Sky

Lets paint the sky tonight
Let’s try an after dinner fit
Of fantasy and fun
Let’s not lie and watch TV
Tonight, Let’s paint the sky

I’ll take this corner of the blue
And you take that of the black
Lets scatter these stars along
And meet somewhere in between
Our dark canvas of the night

Let’s get the box that we once
stored in the attic long back
Let’s pull out old dreams and that
bird shaped cloud you once showed me
Let’s put them back here for all to see

And the glitter from 1999, when we met
Why don’t you dig it out from it’s grave
Come on let’s not watch another rerun
and finish dinner early tonight.
Come let’s paint this sky starry, you and I

Naqbat

*The title means ‘Misfortune’

Zindagi yun bewajah hui khafa
Humein maut ki rahat bhi nahin

Kabhi karte justuju bas tumhari
Ab to yaar teri chahat bhi nahin

Hujoom-e-Hazl hua jo humara
Wasf koi humara waajib bhi nahin

“My life, unreasonably turned away from me,
I do not even have the consolation of death

Once you were all I wanted, all I needed,
Now my love, I desire you no more.

You made a joke out of me, while all watched
Now no merit of mine holds true anymore.”

Confession of a Hate Filled Mind

I would forgive… if I was a little more godly. But I am not. I am a mortal. And I sin. Not forgive. I do not go to temples or churches to repent or confess. I make my peace with my guilt alone. I hold grudges. Yes. I do. I hate you for hurting me. And I always will.

I am a mortal.

You left when I was alone. When I had no one to turn to. You pushed me into no man’s land. You did it knowingly. Hiding behind the pretense of good intentions. You were having a good time when I was mourning you. And you know it. You know you have done me wrong. And yet you ask me not to hate you.

I am sorry. I am not that nice.

I hate you. For hurting me. And I always will.

Love.

My driver is a nice young guy. The last couple of days, he’s been talking to me a lot about his wife. He got married a year ago and immediately changed his job to spend more time with her. He predicts the weather for her… some private thing they have.

Sometimes I feel jealous of him. He doesn’t have money. He’s not educated. But he has something that I have never had…

Love.

Mountains Calling

Everybody I know is going out on a vacation. I want one too, though I keep reminding myself of my plan. I haven’t had a decent break in the last four years. And God knows that I need one.

Some days I don’t care where I end up, but today unfortunately, is not one of those days…

The Truth About Women

What is this utter non sense that I have been hearing from men who have absolutely no clue about women… Men who grow up being fed on hindi movies and having pseudo knowledge about their sisters/moms/girlfriends…

Here are some myths cleared.

1. All women like the colour pink.

I do not mean to imply that all women hate the colour pink, but at the same time, there are those who completely detest being put into the pink league. Not convinced? Meet me. And then I will introduce you to about 100 pink hating women I personally know.

2. All women think Enrique Iglesias is awesome.

I am sorry. Mole on cheek? Thats not sexy. Thats plain ewwwwwwwwwwwww. I don’t mean to say that he isn’t sexy. Sure he is… but if anyone makes me listen to him, I would rather have hot lead poured down my ears.

My Boss – the Bastard

Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh…! Just when you think that your life is finally falling into place, something so irritating happens that you hate the world again. I mean check this out…

Beautiful Tuesday morning – light showers, cool weather… petrol tank of your car full… and the promise of a quiet evening watching your favourite movie… and in comes the bomb. Your manager makes a goof up, you realize that the project that you have been slogging your ass off for – for the last one month has been reassigned to someone else and your manager forgets to tell you that you can stop working after-hours as your extra load of work has been taken care of.

Ces’t La Vie

My father is making his point on a conference call, mom is taking her siesta… Me, I am hanging around in oblivion, trying to figure out where I fit in. It’s been a predictably dull Sunday. Sundays have always been like this, but lately I have begun to wonder that in all this dullness, where is it that I am supposed to be.

Should I be here? Typing away? I’d rather be in an art museum. Confused. Silent. Trying to figure out what was going through the artists’ mind when they were making their art. That is where I feel comfortable. Where I am left to make my own conclusions. Where I can make up my own questions and answer them in a manner that pleases me.

I. Me. I have been more conscious of myself these days than I have ever been before. Every now and then, I pinch myself to make sure that all this is real. That all this is now and here.

I am trying to lose the things that I collected along my journeys. I am trying to get rid of my baggage. It’s a beautiful sunny day, and I’m eternally confused.

Life… Life’s Good.