I miss you

Lost in my dreams,

Thinking about you,

About Us,

It is now beyond sanity,

Is this the beginning of something new?

Is this Love?

Or just another obsession?

My questions just go all unanswered,

Hey you! Will you tell me what’s going on?

Maybe I’m just pondering too much,

But my madness has crossed all boundaries,

The clocks have stopped ticking,

Since weeks I haven’t witnessed the sun set,

Or the moon rise,

For all my time flies away,

Thinking about you,

About Us,

I’m way too scared now,

Don’t want my heart to be broken again,

I had kept it safely locked all this time,

For all I know now is that I Miss you,

And wanna just be with you…

Waiting for you

With arms stretched,

I am waiting for you,

To blossom my soul,

Sunshine, rainstorm, snowfall all have gone by,

Secretly laughing down at me,

For the crazy linger,

With arms stretched,

I am still waiting for you,

And will for till the seed turns to a tree.

Angry Birds

This post is a dedication to someone very special in my life.

Angry Birds has made life a living hell for me since the past five days. That game is such an addiction! I can vouch for it because if a cleanliness-freak like can go without having a bath for two-three days, then it can get anyone hooked. Even going to college has become a boring task! I mean why bother going to college when you can rather spend those 3-4 hours on your PC playing "Angry Birds" :P But I don't think everybody is so passionate about THE GAME! My laptop is testament to this. Poor thing has had to bear the brunt of my addiction for Angry Birds. What's more is that repeated alarms have failed to wake me up from my deep slumber since I was, obviously, up the entire night playing Angry Birds. I have become so addicted to Angry Birds that I actually dream about the game! Crazy, you had say.

What in the end it all made me realize is that why can't we be so passionate about our lives too? Why can't we imagine ourselves as the birds and the pigs as the hurdles? Won't it be easier to overcome the problems in our lives then? Life would become so easy only if we could evoke the same kind of passion which we had towards the game...

The time when you don’t have someone you need

Why don’t we have our dearest ones in the time we need them the most?

It all started with the heavy downpour in Mumbai, poisoning all the food around leading to all water-borne dieses and in the end a money-making machine for the doctors.

My friend was in town for vacations. We met for an evening snack as he was leaving the following day for his next 3 month semester. The rains consciously poisoning only my food put me to bed. Initially it was just a minor pain in my stomach which I expected to be alright by the end of the day.

Papa was not in town; we had a heated argument just before a day he left and hence we were not talking. Mom and my younger brother were going to leave for Nasik to join Papa the next morning. They were apprehensive about their travel plans initially but I pushed them to go for it because Dad had a lot of work-pressure and he could definitely do with some moral support by his side. I guess Dad needed them more than me at that point in time. Besides, to be honest, I also wanted some time all by myself. I was left to repent over my decision by second day because my condition had deteriorated by then. After 3 days of intense pain, mumma-dad finally took me to the doctor. To top it up the genius that the doctor was, he declared the viral infection would take at least 3-4 days to settle down. 3 MORE DAYS! Was he out of his mind? Either case I still had to suffer more. I had important appointments the next day how would I make through!

Things didn’t end here. I vented out all my frustration on my Mumma which left us to not be on talking terms too. My pain was simply refusing to subside. Stubborn just like me! Papa left all of his work and immediately came rushing home, but I just didn’t stop crying. Who knew it would get so bad. Mumma just pretended to ignore and just carried on with her daily chores. She did all the nursing in-directly through the maid and papa. But I didn’t need a nurse; I needed mumma to be by my side. I needed her to pat me and assure me that everything was going to be fine soon. An affectionate hand on your head is just what you need at times. Mumma not being there by my side was more painful than the agony I was going through health-wise. The pain increased; papa just rushed me to the hospital. The doctor advised me to get admitted as the oral medications would take time to start taking effect but my immediate pain could be controlled by injections. I refused. Wasn’t the torture enough already that I now had to bear the needles too? I anyways took an injection; spent a few hours in the hospital waiting for the pain to curb down then came home.

I am now somehow thankful to God for making me go through this as it showed me the real faces of my friends who claim to love me, care for me… well none of them were there with me for these 5 days! It was the time I needed them desperately. I kept calling countless times and all I’d get in response would be a bloody “take-care”. I mean how nonsensical that is! Out of all the people the person because of whom it all started was least bothered and went mad at me for calling up & crying! He just didn’t give a damn; I guess he was too busy partying.

Mumma was still not talking to me. Everyone I needed either had their own problems to deal with or simply not concerned. Yes! All these people are the ones who claim to care. Where had all the concern vanished now?! I’m yet to figure out. It was only papa whom I fought with was taking complete care. It was like papa was now transformed into mumma.

I have no words to thank papa enough. Every time he’d come and pat me to make sure I was okay I’d feel guilty about the other days fight.

All I learnt after this episode was that how many ever friends one has; it is always your family who will come first running to you when you need them. Their love is always unconditional. The cramps still refusing to get better but with papa around me I’m sure I’ll be fit as a fiddle soon.

The Dark side of rain

Lying on the hospital bed

Watching the clouds cry their heart out

Is it tears of joy or pain?

I can’t decide

The leaves totter in cold

My pain refusing to free me from its clutches

Dunno why it loves me so much

When will the sky stop crying?

I need to see the sun

A ray of hope

To make me feel better

O Lord! Why don’t you just kill me instead?

Rather than tormenting me each moment

It’s now making me think

What did I do to be punished so bad?



Gloomy rains..

Feeling lonely

These rains are driving me blue

Staring out in the sky

As the wind kisses my tears to dew

I can see our memories swaying far away

Hold me now

 Kiss me now

Dance with me

But just don't leave me alone

O! Don’t leave me alone . . .



Captured Emotions

The other day I was just going through pictures of my parents' wedding, all the colours, lights, decor, all the amazing dresses everyone was wearing...Oh! I just couldn’t take my eyes off it. I was mesmerized by the fact that there was so much glamour 25 years ago too.

While I was going through the pictures, I suddenly came across a snap that just got me hooked. Probably, the reason was because the picture was the only black-and-white photo among the plethora of pictures stashed in that album. The picture I am referring to was of my mother, who was looking way too gorgeous, hugging my grandmother. That picture in itself spoke a thousand words. My mother's bridal wear and her array of emotions seemed to have been intertwined! The sadness of leaving her house but even the love for my father was very much evident in that picture.

I was left pondering as to how at times colours seem to suppress emotions!