An ode to a friend

Ain’t worth your time
This lost hope
It ain’t worth your pain
Not worth your soul
Life isn’t a box
Nor the world an oyster
But when it breathes in joy
Don’t you forget to remember — 
Nothing’s worth these tears
For now just hush and smile
For the love around you
Will make it worth your while
It’s not about the people who left
It’s about those who are
Don’t you close your doors
Don’t shut out your heart. 
You are always the love for someone
An exotic mystery with no clues
You will always be this heart’s kindness
A lonely poet’s broken muse 🙂 

Not just yet…

I look around
on a starry night
at the packed bags
the traveller’s plight

Where I come from
where is it I’m off
this heart is bleeding
at the parting thoughts

At the far edge of this night
I find the light’s not too far
For every night has a day
and this is just a start

For those I leave behind
will walk with me again
so there are really no tears
no real pain

For I leave no hate
on these concrete roads
and love is never left behind
never thrown out of the door

For a place this special
needs a celebration
not a morbid end
to two years of redemption!

For there are still journeys ahead
words unsaid smiles unmet
I will not mourn this day
for it ain’t goodbye just yet

Mumbai Minutes

Just as the clock turns to 4 in the city that never sleeps, there is this one room up in the Girl’s Hostel of SPJIMR where the light are on. By the looks of it, the city around me (at least the view outside) is sleeping and I’m listening to some jazz by the beloved Dr. House, Hugh Laurie. No, No, these aren’t bouts of insomnia. They are just moments in the dark wondering the meaning of social equations. 

So this one is for all those people who think it necessary (even obligatory) to read EVERY single blog by a friend. Please don’t bother constantly reading what I write waiting for it to make sense, for if it didn’t make sense the first few times, it wouldn’t make sense now either. 

I, for one, am a huge believer in individual opinion (LOVED Ayn Rand) and do not feel you should do anything obligatory AT ALL. So all those handshakes you do because you HAVE to? Don’t do them unless you want to and if you still give in to the rules of social conduct you are just making yourself look smaller and in fact in certain cultures (including ours) you are a closeted social psychopath! For you are shaking someone’s hand and thinking I really don’t want to be here!

I used to be that person for majority of my life too so I understand what you are going through. The sudden all important question of “Oh My God, What will they/he/she think?!” is the worst curse on all the members of this twisted society. 

I have learnt it the hard way but the only person you really need to please is YOU and even while some overrated virtuous people who talk of how they want to “selflessly” help their friends and expect a golden star for it. I am of the belief that unless doing something nice for somebody in your life makes you happy, you are not being benevolent, you are just hoping for a medal.

I have been blessed with finding unlikely individuals who feel the same way I do! My best friends (god knows I love you guys!) have taught me the real meaning of the word love, it’s not about what you do for the other person, it’s more about doing something for them and finding your joy in theirs!

So this here is a tribute for “like-minded” individuals who choose to befriend and read what I write and shake hands not because they HAVE to but because they WANT to! and the others? BEWARE: you are on your way to becoming the guy who brings the gun one day to office and shoots everyone down! Either shut yourself into your hole or better still make a few friends for REAL than living the life your mirror wants you to live!

The Lost Friend

A wordless acquaintance
A loss of a friend
he passed by swiftly
and said nothing in the end

My anger washed over
a cold knife through the heart
I vowed to neglect his existence
until he breathed his last

At length he found another friend
at a new world’s gate
a friend who promised peace
a friend who knew no hate

Thought his silence is revenge
Thought him angry till his last breath
I knew not the silence of pain
for his new friend was death….

To all my friends

A life lived full of known mysteries
words telling stories already told
there was once a poet who knew little glory
whose loneliness sometimes left her cold

she then met those with brave hearts
full of life, love and affection
her heart was suddenly filled with joy

“This cold cold heart
deserves no good”, she thought aloud
“Your heart? cold??”
through their pain they mocked about

They rescued her from her chambers of solitude
for her they traveled the world’s end
they were and forever will be
a lost poets’ best friends…