Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

morning

I wake up in the morning,
To empty beer bottles of last night, stubs of cigarettes smoked,
Lying desolate in a cup full of ashes,
A plate of dinner half eaten,
And a book, half read and left open, pages curled and battered
From a nightful of artificial breeze.
When I begin to shave, I see a face-familiar, and yet strange
Empty; [...]

this morning

All the things
I hoped would go away this morning.
The stuff I live with every day. What
I’ve trampled on in order to stay alive.
But for a minute or two I did forget
myself and everything else. I know I did.
For when I turned back i didn’t know
where I was. Until some birds rose up
from the gnarled trees. [...]

nothingness-2

things should be in their right place. a man in a white shirt and black trousers looks respectable. the same man in a black shirt and white trousers looks like a pimp. it is important.
we survive on paper thin veneers of respectability. its like varnish, when it is new and shiny, people can smell it, [...]

facade

we meet people,everyday,
see,touch,hear,hug,
speak,glare,evaluate,weigh them,
in scales-
cost benefit analysis
in calculations of relationships,
the business of liking people,
collaterals submitted in friendships,
laughing at unfunny jokes,
tolerating idiotic whims,
restraining rebellion,
we smother ourselves,bit by bit,
the real submerged,
in a sea of the ersatz,
we live on,brick by brick,
cementing facades.

livin’ in a shoebox

yeah,well,baby,
that is interesting,
what you think,
that i am one,
in ten billion,
a face in a crowd
two halves of a unwonderful world,
laughable lifes,i lead,
i live in a shoebox,
yes,babe,i do,cramped inside myself,
but i dream of the stars…
and perhaps you can make
some sense out of it,this hunger
i have,for you,for life,
and for all you are,
cuz live in a shoebox,
and travel by [...]

traffic signal

he had left the office early,today…nearly half an hour saved,and yet,he was dog-tired.sitting in the autorickshaw he realized that he could not even listen to radio on the phone,because he had left his headfones with the other laptop,locked in his office drawer.oh damn!!and a hell lot of traffic and noise.the auto slowed down at the [...]

letter

constant reader,
do you listen to music?i do.a lot.except these days i watch a lot of movies and so hardly get time to listen to music.anyways…point was…music is a very powerful thing…it just grabs hold of you and mixes you up like you are being revolved inside of a washing machine or a grinder maybe and [...]

happy new year

a year walks in,and another goes by,
ushered out on the wings of dark night,
its way lighted by the glittering confetti of diamond stars,
shimmering,shillouetted,vibrating,melting,
like cloud shadows fleeting across waning moons…
night is not a celebration though,
tormented,distraught,mutilated remnant of happy dreams,
and the wind!the wind!
it keeps visiting me this night,
like an unremitting, relentless courtier,
whispering its fingers through my hair,
running [...]

deja-vu

at last,the dissertation is done.worked through night to get it done.i think i must have slept at least five hours in the past 72 odd-so want to sleep now…but have classes till 9:15 in the night.may be i will get some sleep in the day sometime, maybe after 4,but i have to go get the [...]

too far gone

you know you are too far gone and need a break when you spray AXE instead of relispray on your aching back. and,of course, when you have a history of having sprayed relispray instead of AXE before going to class  :(
Current Song: Betaab Dil ki Tamanna Yehi Hai

keep looking »
  • About The Line under the Blog Name

    The lines generally are from some poem which I have, at some point of time or the other, loved. I do not mean, by including them, to be snotty or pretentious- but I would love it if you could identify the lines, and take much joy if you were interested enough to search them and read the original poems. If not- you can ignore them.
  • tags

    books c.v.sc. college colours CRP david foster wallace desire ethics hindi poetry hope humor insomnia interviews irony job jog life logic love marketing MBA me mind morning movies mumbai music night people pink floyd poetry poets radio reading run silence sleep songs the doors vodka wind work wtf xlri you
  • Spam Blocked