To the Rapists

You wretched demons!

Your barbaric brains,

Should be mutilated,

And burnt to cinders,

So U lose all capability,

To do right and wrong.

You heinous criminals!

Your intestines should be battered,

With iron-rods and chains,

Worse than the way you did,

To the helpless victim.

You worst animals!

Your hearts should be wrenched,

And thrown to wolves,

Who wild and heartless as they may be,

Are still better than U.

You horrendous rapists!

You all should be stripped,

And stoned to death in public.

Then your bodies should be dumped,

In the deep seas,

To be torn apart,

By hungry sharks,

Into innumerable bits.......

I don't know what U mean,

I think U mean U'll miss me.

OK, but don't be bitter,

It's separation- only of physicality.

Transcend the stars,

Go beyond the sky,

Beyond the edge of the Universe,

And all other Universes....

And U will know-

What 'tween us for ever was,

Forever is....

Don't kill Ur Interpretation!

You interpret,

What you understand from this.

I won't explain,

My version of it.

This way the variety of interpretations,

Will stun one and all!

What the human brain can possibly imagine,

Will be astonishing to learn!

Timeless Friendship

Seems like ages have passed,
Since the time that U n me,
Sat under the banyan tree,
And animatedly discussed-
About lost love,
The latest gossips,
Entertainment n sorrow,
Crushes n broken arrows.

Under the dark night sky,
When we bared ourselves,
To know the deepest fathoms,
Of our souls.
When we cracked such crazy jokes,
And laughed uncontrollably,
For days together.
When we coaxed and blackmailed,
And traded one secret,
For another.

Then we got tired,
Of all the endeavors.

We stepped into the world,
Of dreams and sleep,
To welcome a new day,
Of our timeless friendship.

Think about it

We live with our demons,

As well as our dreams;

And die with our secrets,

Our lost loves,

Our unfulfilled wishes.

Our life starts in a line,

Ends with a full-stop,

And all the crests n troughs in 'tween,

Make it a lively graph.

It takes a lifetime,

Still we can't confront our demons,

And live a free bird;

So in chains,

We live all our lives,

Unable to break the shackles.

And finally,

Death- the great leveler- descends,

Breaks the chains,

And liberates.

How does it matter,

Who cried for you,

When you are not there

To witness...???

Simple Me

There was no one,

Who told me,

That a ghost lurked,

Around the corner.

Unbeknownst,

I set forward,

Carefree n free.

Others watched,

Expecting some fun,

In their boring lives.

I turned the corner;

And went ahead,

On my journey.

Later I was told,

The ghost should've come,

To disturb me.

But alas! There was no ghost!

There was no fun for them,

At my cost.

They had yet to conquer,

The ghost in their creepy minds,

Set it carefree n free,

By learning from 'simple' me.

They

"They will kill Ur enthusiasm,
And let U do nothing.
They will char Ur dreams,
And burn U to cinders.
They will nip U in the bud,
And never let U flower.
They will push U over cliffs,
And watch your fragments scatter.
They will chase U with swords, guns,
And reduce U to tatters.
They will cut Ur arteries,
And ensure that U suffer."

I heard 'they' do all this to honest people,
Who do good for the nation and its people.

Dark-Hearted from the Dark Ages,
Out to strangulate this beautiful nation,
'They' will not dare raise their head,
In front of an Army of upright people-

Whose souls are not for sale;
Whose integrity is fiercely guarded;
Whom God gives the strength,
To fight a thousand man-eaters;
With thorough sense of purpose,
And intelligence.

Metro Pace: Latest Office Updates

I

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This mega office complex,
Bustling with vivacious youth,
Will get replaced as years pass,
By a fat aging populace.

This mega food plaza,
Serves junk @ exorbitant rates,
With these young lavish executives,
Busily, happily, lappin' up every bit!

Yes, I can see the impending onslaught,
Of fierce lifestyle diseases,
Coming to envelop our vibrant shores,
A' la' tsunami waves!

II

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I can see the singletons disappear,
In the bliss of wedlock;
I can hear the colour changing,
Of animated conversations!
From about 'boyfriends', 'nagging moms',
'Hip bars 'n' parties', new 'weekend getaways';
To about 'husbands', 'in-laws',
'Cooking', 'holiday plans in exotic locales';
And then about 'maids' & 'kids'- their 'tantrums',
About 'bigger cars'; 'super-luxury homes'; 'smarter gadgets'.

All in the 'piling money' race,
All stuck in the metro pace.

Then one day they become old,
They momentarily slow down,
And wonder- "Did LIFE just pass...
Before our very own eyes...??"

ON@CC

"One, a medium amount of intelligence, & two, a bit of imagination."
"Third, is self-confidence."
"The fourth ingredient is the most painful one. And it is something all of you still need to learn. B'coz it is often the most important thing", God said.
"Failure."
"To be really successful, you must face failure. You have to experience it, feel it, taste it, suffer it. Only then can you shine", God said.

"For, once you taste failure, you have no fear. You can take risks more easily. Then you don't want to snuggle in your comfort zone anymore- you are ready to fly. And success is about flying, not snuggling."
"So, here is a secret. Never be afraid of failure. If it has come your way, it means I want to give you a real shot at being successful later", God said.




P.S: Forgive me if U can't understand what exactly is ON@CC. Even I can't! I got this From My Treasure Trove (back of old engineering notebook). My memory fails to expand the title. Surely it would be having a very meaningful expansion, relevant to those times. Or maybe timeless.

Pale Pride

U make a mockery,
Of everythin'; of everyone.
U shred them to bits,
Keep findin' faults.

Like a black blanket,
Ever ready to shroud the goodness;
Ur pleasure lies in takin' the sting out,
Of every poor unstingin' li'l thing.

God save your soul,
For never findin' the right,
Staring at your face;
U love to come first in,
Ur own unruly li'l race.

U cannot tolerate,
The right done or said!
Someone else makes more sense-
This U simply cannot accept!

Still the grand dreams,
Of ruling the world,
From the higher power echelons;
Still the splendid succor,
In Ur self-aggrandized humor!

And so U pale out,
Caught in Ur own oxymorons.
U try to redeem Urself,
But alas! The damage has been done!

Quit Ur false pride,
Before callin' Urself learned;
One cannot know EVERYTHING right,
Is first applicable to Ur own SELF!

What is it about music that it makes U remember things U prefer to forget?

I turned my face to look outside. The breeze felt cold, particularly along two lines on my cheeks. I touched my face. Damn, I couldn't believe I was crying.

Tears flooded out. Automatically. Effortlessly. But why? The music playing far away in the background. It took me to one of the days in my past that I abhor. The deep sense of hurt, loss, dejection, regret, despair, resentment- all came flooding back to my heart. And tears flooded out. Automatically. Effortlessly.

I've realised this over time. The songs I've loved the most, I've later started detesting. Coz they started to be associated with resentful memories. Coz they held the key to opening the door to those painful, helpless moments. Coz they zapped, sapped away the positive energy of my present. And then I am left with only my tears.

So I preserve MySelf. I detest those songs so much that I gradually forget its lyrics, then its tune. I liberate MySelf from the shackles, the chains those songs have with the deepest fathoms of my soul. Of course, these chains clink again when out of nowhere, the same music starts playing again.....

I n the deep, dark woods,

H ope to find your home.
A bhor the cruel city life-
V icious cycle of strife, where you,
E legantly live

A nd

D rown in your elegance;
R emember despite it all that,
E xquisite living,
A nd lust for materialism-
M ake no substitute for a: Life of Service.....

Power of Sunshine

Sunshine, rain and thunder,

All at the same time.

The sun takes away,

The Thunder of thunder;

Making it cause,

No crackling fear,

In the listener.

'Coz sunshine is merry, bright.

Nothing stands in its way,

Of spreading cheer,

And Reassurance about Life.......

For you

What had you thought?
That you could raise a tempest in me,
And then disappear?
That you could once lend your shoulder,
To dry my tears?
That you could create a sweet turmoil,
And make me your dear?
That you could give me all the happiness,
And evict all my fears?

That you could fight anytime with me,
And consequences I would bear?
That you would stay far away from me,
And expect me to be near?

Sorry, that's not done.
I'm free, independent.
I'm not the Doll you want me to be,
Neither the Trophy your world wants to see.

I won't leave my entire world,
Just to be in yours.
I won't give you my soul,
Just for the claim of 'love'.

Question Marks

Are you tired,

Of my question marks?

You feel I ask,

Too much?

Don't you understand?

That questions are instruments,

To make you think deeper?

The key to all learning?

The avenue to discover yourself , 

And your world?

There now-

Caught you,

Thinking so much more......:)

Trailblaze

The world behind me,

Maybe sizzling and burning-

I do not turn back.

My sights are entrenched,

Firmly ahead.

Not scared,

Of a semblance of blaze.

I dare the fire,

To rage before my eyes.

And it doesn't.

Instead I create new paths,

And I trailblaze......

You've come, you're Welcome

So, you've come?

To hold my hand?

To fly with me?

To break free?

To fasten my palpitations?

To re-electrify my nerves?

To pump up my adrenalin?

To spice up my life?

To banish my fears?

To wipe my tears?

To drive away

Those poisoning thoughts?

To propel my dreams

Towards reality?

To make me believe 

I am the best?

Sir, you're welcome to my world.

Small, simple, gracious;

I've been waiting so long,

For your benign presence....

From my Treasure Trove (FMTT)

I was cleaning up the attic and found a treasure trove of my scribblings at the back of my Engineering Notebooks and even MBA ones. So I've decided to quit being lazy and to type these out for my blog.:)

They are undated yet timeless. For I am what I have been and what I am. Every moment of my life has shaped me to be what I am today. And still, every new moment is moulding me in a newer way. The previous post- 'To a Special Girl' is one such scribble from my engg days. Just to keep reminding you that I'm posting from my past scribbles, I'm gonna call these 'From my Treasure Trove' (FMTT!). Some are raw, rebellious, daring and some are kind,soft, skillful. Yet others are all these and more. Do keep pouring in your comments, so I can feel happy that I've touched your deepest chords yet again....thanks to shedding my laziness....:)

To a Special Girl

What do you have about you?
You are so simple,
So damn innocent,
So ordinary,
So firmly on the earth.

What's special?
Your eyes?
Your lips?
Your look?
Or your smile?

They may not tell,
But actually,
They love you,
For what you are.

Perhaps you have to realise,
That you are more than,
What you think you are.

'Coz it is the power,
Of your soul so pure,
Which is so attractive,
And so mesmerizing.

Just close your eyes,
And feel the power,
The beauty,
Of your personality.

Your purity
And innocence
Are the true ingredients
Of your beauty.

Oh! Come on!
Realise this!
Feel beautiful!
You foolish girl!!

Separation does him good,

Probably worse,

He can't decide.

He misses her more,

Falls more in love,

Feels she feels so too,

Doesn't know for sure.

He sees her in every train,

In every concert,

Crossing every lane;

Realises he's seven seas apart-

So it couldn't be her;

Still a tear trickles down.

He sees couples in love,

Kissing anywhere, enjoying in bliss;

Every cell of his body longs for her,

Every bit of his soul cries out her name.

Every moment lynches him,

Every day is a punishment.

He would have to bear it all,

Probably to meet her one day,

In Heaven....

Let's Write

Let's write,
To forget our pain.
Let's write,
Praising sunshine and rain.
Let's write,
Screaming out our hearts.
Let's write,
Crying for souls pulled apart.

Let's write,
Heavily doped in emotion.
Let's write,
Not carin' about creating sensation.
Let's write,
To promote world peace.
Let's write,
To expose world greed.

Let's write,
To create a world of escape.
Let's write,
Be us asleep or awake.
Let's write,
On the border between sanity and insanity.
Let's write,
Forgettin' critics, blasphemy and vanity.

Let's write,
To beak all walls.
Let's write,
To be immortal.

Not a moment widout thinkin of U

Seas of memories, islands of tears,

Wish you could spend with me, some more years...

Wish I could sleep on your lap, some more time,

Wish I could feel your soothing hands, on mine...

Wish you could see me, achieve the very best,

Wish you could see me, racing ahead of the rest...

Wish you calmed me, when I still feel lost,

Wish you held my hand n led me across-

This cruel world, this selfish lot

These ungrateful, wretched, rotten hearts...

Gimme power to bear them all,

Gimme your unending care n pray tell how to love all...

I know in the heavenly abode

You are twinkling like a Star-

With your pink cheeks, milky white skin, shiny long hair,

With your resplendent n eternal beauty, your magical elegance...

Shower our lives oh most Gracious Goddess,

With your blessings and Heavenly Radiance...