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Lemme keep it simple.. I am what I am.. but for you to form your own version of what I am, you gotta figure out what I am.. and for that you prolly might need to waste some time trying to do that.. but is it all worth the effort... well I dont know.. I leave that to you ! Lot of people in this world are deprived of all that they are eligible, but are still happy with what has been left back... and then there are this other set of people who are blessed with all that one can possibly imagine, but then they arent happy, because they are so worried about figuring out, if they were deprived of something...I fall in the first category, take one day at a time, have plans for the next 4 hours in your life and if you made it safe to your bed that day, without any problems, without any major set backs and with a joy that to someone somewhere, you did do a little something, well, then to me, I lived one more day fruitfully...Ah, too much of philosophy aint it... but that's the way I like it... I would want to be a hero in life, but then again I guess "All heroes become a bore at last"... So I guess I will just be the ordinary person in life, who still can stand out extra ordinary ofcourse...

Monday, December 28, 2009

My Creations

Just thought of putting up some of my so called "Scribblings"... which I so profoundly advertise as Poems.. lol..

Read on... 
My Buddy
I remember once, I had a buddy
Whom I met at a place I dont remember.
Never did I like him one bit
But a "No" for an answer, he refused to accept.
He stayed with me,
And never left me alone,
At night he would sleep with me,
At walks he would walk with me,
At sorrows he would shoulder my grief,
At joys he would share my joys,
At solitudes he would stay,
At crowds he would hold my hands.
He came uninvited and promised to stay,
Ever since his stay, my life's been a dismay.
When the whole world left me,
He was there next to me,
Just to remind me, he had never abandoned me.
Not many in this world,
Like my buddy coming into their world.
The world calls him "Pain",
But I call him "My buddy".
The End.....
Your words were short
With intentions of wrath
Your words rang a bell in my soul,
For I could not come to terms,
Terms with the fact,
Till today you had infact,
Played games with my heart.

My feelings were hurt,
My confidence in life shattered,
For today you showed me the brutality,
Of what meant a mockery in reality,

I reeled under the effects,
That words of yours had brought about.
I was short of tears to shed,
Because all my tears,
Were shed for you in your times of distress.

With an aching heart and a tormented soul,
I walked away with a smile,
For, I always believed,
Tormented souls should not give away,
Give away their sorrows to this world,
But walk away with a smile,
Though their hearts bled and souls set afire.

Till date, I thought I lived in a paradise,
Little did I realise,
I lived in a fool's paradise,
A paradise which I so fondly cherished,
A paradise which I called "Friendship". 

Silence I thought,
Was the one language all feel
But never understand
Silence I thought,
Was the ultimate avenge to the dreaded of mistakes
Silence I thought,
Was the ultimate killer of intimate relationships
Silence I thought,
Was the universal answer to a whole bunch of questions
Silence I thought,
Was the peaceful way to end quarrels
Silence I thought,
Was a clever way of hiding ignorance
Silence I thought,
Was a deadly weapon on guilty conscience
Silence I thought,
Was a smart way to hide animosity
But try as much I might,
I never knew,
What meaning was hidden,
In the long silence of yours....
Silence I guess,
Was your humble way of saying,
What words fail to convey...

Friends or strangers...

We don't hang around together,
But we are friends.
We don't smile at each other,
But we are friends.
We don't talk to each other,
But we are friends.
We don't care for each other,
But we are friends.
We don't enjoy life together,
But we are friends.
We don't call each other,
But we are friends.
I live my life my way and so do you,
But we are friends.
We don't cross path nor yell at each other,
But we are friends.
I don't share your sorrows nor do you,
But we are friends.
I don't share my joy nor do you,
But we are friends.
We don't miss each other,
But we are friends.
No hi's or bye's between us,
But we are friends.
With friends like this
Who needs strangers..?

If I could... I would....
If I had wings, I thought,
I would fly to your room,
Just to wish you a good morning,
Every morning...
If I could sing, I thought,
I would sing a lullaby,
Just to put you to sleep,
Every night.
If I could paint, I thought,
I would paint a picture,
Of your innocent face, at sleep.
If I could wish,I thought,
I would wish for dreams,
Dream of yours to come true.
If I could, I thought,
I would take your pains,
just to see a smile,
Painted on your face.
If I could, I thought,
I would live one more day,
Just to hear you say, That you care for me.
If I could, I thought
I would die today,
Just to prove a point,
That I care for you.
If I could, I thought,
Spend a thousand million,
Just to bring true,
Your smallest of wishes...
If I could, then I would,
Try and make a sense,
Of all that I thought,
And be your friend...

The colors of Memories
Memories are good,
Memories are bad,
Some of them sad, and
some of them happy.
Memories keep us united,
With the loving ones we parted,
Memories keep us going,
Carrying us through life's path, fighting.
Memories bring tears of joy,
Memories bring tears of sorrow.
Some of them like the greens,
The greens of forest, ever bringing
Freshness and calmness to our minds.
Some of them like the reds,
The reds of fire, ever bringing
The heat and pain to our minds.
Some of them like the blues,
The blues of still water,
Creating ripples in our hearts.
Some of them like the blacks,
The blacks of a dark night,
Creating shivers of fear in our bodies.
Some of them like the whites,
The whites of pure milk,
Bringing in peace to  our tormented souls.
Memories are thus,
Of different colors and different flavours.
All reminding us of the word,
That we need to move forward,
Into the unknown called future,
from the known called the past.


  1. Tum wrong job mein phas gayo ho yaar! itni changi poetry likhte ho! Loved each of them...my fav is the Friends or Strangers - so well written in such a simple way! Keep scribbling :)

    and yeah i am going to make u more popular by using these poems ;)