FIGHTS

And now i know why,
why we all have 'fights'.

so that they can explain us,
the importance, the presence of something
something termed as 'love', in its rightful rights.

so that we can understand,
that a life without fights is like a room without dark,
we ll never notice the bulb, and what exactly it lights.

so that we can always remember,
that these fights have their special meanings,
as long as we are having them,
and so "i m sry", he again writes.


nov 9, 2009

The ideal love for perfection,
and the wait that never seems to end.
The concept of dumb genius-ness,
waiting for noone but itself to bend.

The mind that forever felt unbeatable,
with a loss, a lesson, at every small win.
The physical existence that had obvious limits,
with dreams ending even before they could begin.


13-09-09, kgp

To Gee, to me, and to the she


Of rivers fighting separating, still merging into the sea.
Of chords following the hand, not the other way around that may be.
Of colors calling each other, flowing mixing on just a blink of the eye.
Of confessions to the beautiful crime, no matter what the try, the deny.

To the rules that might finally win, proving its all a lie.
To the ideas that just wont die, no matter what the why.
To the loops, to the breaks, and to the recursion that could be we.
To Gee, to me, and to the ideated image that could be she.




kgp, 03-09-2009, 6am

Finding Neverland

You never find it, do you
The more you think you are on the right path
the heavier is the jerk you get.

You play around with your dreams
until "reality" makes a fresh challenge
and you are forced to start IT all over again,
the quest for finding your neverland.

Its 1st may, 2009
and its the exact same as it was on 1st may, 2008.

It tested me the last time,
it ll certainly test me this time.

I ended up the winner who had lost much,
I wish will end up the loser who ll earn smthing this time.

We never give up, do we
No wonder its called the NEVERland
No wonder, i am who i am,
The Peter Pan in my DreamLand.



kgp, 4:30 am.

she s back to what she was
much awaited, after such a long pause
she was consumed by all the world-ly laws
but her stupid heart found the natural way that was

the bubbling enery is back
so is the frown and her quack quack
she had forcefully piled up her stack
and now its pouring out of every possible crack

the problems stand same as the past
but thats the beauty of life s contrast
we keep hanging to our happy cast
while fighting agaisnt the rest till last

she s at her beautiful best when she lets herself flow
without a care for the world, without a single bow
like the silent smile in her V, and the blabs with her bro
thats the phool we love, thats the dumb we know



Mar 31

she loved to smile
but never dared a mile

she loved her kind
but doubted the mind

she, they said, was a loner
but thr was more to the owner

she had problems back then
but she fought them like men

the problems never end
because with them ends the drive(s)
the fight which pushes us forward
which brings meaning to our lives

she gulped a lot
but she learnt n she fought

and now when all learned she is
she realizes how fked up everything is

and she s lost the smile
because of the fight all this while

she s daring more than a mile
but she no longer smiles

she still loves her face in the breeze
i know it, oh cmon please

fighting always meant happiness
generated by its righteousness

we know she s still fighting
she s not broken, nor even sad
but she used to smile n spread her energy around
now she isnt, and thats bad

becz she still loves to smile
she still dreams a mile


Mar 25, 2009

In love with the IDEA of LOVE


can a person be in love
with the 'idea of love'

not capable of loving some1
but in love with 'being in love'

and if such a person exists
he/she has to be the biggest lover
and the biggest loather of mankind.


PS: complexly random, and incomplete, thoughts/views are welcome from whosoever who can digest such awesome 'crap'.


26 march 09, kgp

But

why do we need dramatic incidents
to shake us out of apathy

why do we wait for a 'loss'
to become a 'force', we all know we r capable of

why and how the 2 recent cases
1. the banning of schols-ave
2. the ban on our 'responsible freedom'
couldnt reach every 'mote' of the force we saw ysday

and if it did, why and how
am I still questioned and blocked at 11pm on Puri Gate

the base problem is same, motes
the surface results are different

more than a 'Damodar Acharya' to realize
we have ourselves to blame, we need ourselves to ignite


22 March, kgp

The 2 LIVES

was leaving one, starting another i was
was raised like a prince, realizing the king i was
was always an integral part, forming the next i was
was always a son, going to be a father i was.

the transition was necessary, as natural it was
the pain obvious, but unappreciated it was
dreams of my partner n my kid, unlike earlier it was
father, i have to be wat,proudly once he was.



20-12-2008
on train to delhi from kgp.