Thursday, August 19, 2010


Drops of a dark night under my eyes
Burning through my soul sore
I do not belong anymore
Sins of a burnt night crawling in my skin

And I rot in the beautiful lie
And I rot I rot I don’t know why
I wasn’t Laura no not her
I wasn’t the cursed one no sir,

Where did it all go astray?
Was this the life you promised me that day?
You were right I’d never imagined this at all,
You were right I’d never dreamt of this at all

Feels like each memory is a thorn through my eyes
Every smile I smiled flows in a red stream through my eyes,
And I don’t know whom to blame
For it is indeed a shame

That a dream like me happened to a nightmare like you
For I was one in a million and trust me so were you,
But if you think you’ve killed me
You’re as wrong as wrong could be.

You think I am dead,no, I’m just burnt from inside
You bruised me then set me up on a fire
Thinking your sin was erased for eternity
Thinking this soul was too dead to bear testimony

But you forgot phoenixes still breathe through their ashes
You couldn’t see the life gleaming through the gashes
Those gashes that you slashed through my skin
You can laugh coz you don’t know but I will win

From my ashes I shall rise, wake up to my afterlife
Eat up the sunshine and Rejoice, the end of strife
Wake up to the life-cleansed of all my sins-anew
A life cleansed of bruises, cleansed of you.

And the drops of this dark dark night
Will remind me of that morning’s flight
That I will take right in your sight
So let me mend my broken wings tonight.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

I thought babies came from...

There are some days in life when I feel proud of myself for the extraordinary interest that I have in the conversations of total random strangers. I’ll roam around with my eager ears and catch some interesting snippet and then become an ardent hidden listener, like today for example, I was sitting in a café trying to study [bloody exams make me commit such sins]
When I heard a huge group of kiddos discussing what they used to think about how babies are born and it was…well…you tell me.
One of the girls said “I thought that at a particular age girls delivered babies & so the girl's parents married them off a few years before that age”
“And I used to think it was because of the sindoor the groom puts on the bride’s forehead.” Said a guy
“I used to think they had to take pills to make ‘em” said one bushy haired fellow no darling the pills are for NOT making them!!!
“I used to think that was why they exchanged garlands” said a skinny skimpy girl.
“Dude, that’s nothing, I used to think that it happened when the man accidentally spits on the wife” eeewwww and they burst out laughing. Now I wonder where the hell did he get THAT idea from???
“That whole dancing around the bush business in films made me think that that’s how a baby is made…u sing and dance with a girl…kiss her...and in the next scene… ‘babuji, Mubarak ho, aap dada banne vale ho!’ sheesh” said this kinda cute guy, he was too fair though.
“My younger sister…she has a strong notion that god creates babies just like that… to increase the population and sends them from heaven direct in the mothers lap” you really think god is that jobless??
“My neighbour’s son he thinks that the parents just go to the doc and he gets one out of his collection”…imagine…doctor sahib…ek ladki dikhaiye…nai nai ye toh bohot kali hai…lagna bhi toh chahiye hamari beti hai dusri vali dikhana acha piece na ho toh ladka dikha dena ladki kabhi aur le jaenge.
Well I personally used to think that there is a magic journey that couples make after their wedding to a place called Honey moon and because the place was magical it would appear at a different place for every couple. Now Honeymoon has trees and trees of babies and the couple just plucked a ripe one for themselves. Fancy huh…well the time aint far when kids will think they were downloaded from the net. Not that they’ll continue to believe that for long though!!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Papa's princess


Yeah so, here I am,
Locked up in my room again,
Yeah so, here I am,
Thinking It's the end again

Broken down, I'm so weak,
Tears rolling down my cheek
Face cupped in my hand,
Pa, I need your magic wand,

Warm face twinkling eyes,
One tight hug will suffice,
Holding me, daddy says,
"Yes, I'll be there always"

Takes me to bed, tucks me in,
Papa's princess, yes you'll win
Kisses me on my forehead,
Now I see the road ahead.

Atta girl! Way to go!
There is always hope you know
There's nothing like a bitter end,
And it's never to late to mend

So I doze in daddy's arms,
Feels so safe, feels so warm
So I'll start afresh tomorrow,
Aint no fear, aint no sorrow

Come sunshine and you'll see
The daddy’s girl I'd rather be,
Here in bed, tucked safe in
Papa's princess yes you'll win!!