Don’t wanna grow up…

All day long this same feeling gnawing still gnawing inside her..   "I don't wanna grow up, why do I have to.."      Feeling emotionally drained and now physically too..  Tired..  She was tired of everything and everyone.. even Nature didn't help her today and as the night grew darker she felt all the more exhausted..    And the words of the song …

Emotions..

The hurt welling, can feel it in the throat as if suffocating..    Unable to bear even the light of a tubelight switching it off..    Sitting in darkness.. Want silence.. But only chaos.. Inside.. and outside..    Why can't the world be quiet for a moment? Why can't the mind be quiet?    Let me find a ray of hope somewhereLet me…

Sun le re….

Mera kaun hai tere siva..Maula tu hi toh hai bas mera..Nikla hoon sach ki talaash mein..Yeh jag toh hai maaya tera..Maula sun le re..Khudaya o mere..Maula sun le re..Mera man jo kahe...Suni jab se dil ki pukaar hai...Utha kaisa ye sawaal hai..Nahi ab khabar na khayal hai..Hua kya ye mera haal hai..Nahi ab khabar.. na…

Happy endings…

             She watched a romantic-comedy movie after so many months, she shouldn't have, she knew it was gonna be a mistake, yet she couldn't help it. And then cried at the happy ending, like always.. Wanting to believe in that forever-kind of love, where in the end everything becomes good, and guy n girl get…

Skimming through the pages…

Skimming through the pages of her diary she smiled, remembering the moments when she wrote all those entries.. How those pages had been her companion during those dark days and darker nights, helping her keep on dreaming helping her pour out all feelings and be able to focus on studying.. Those pages were filled with…

And I don’t want the world to see me…

And I'd give up forever to touch you..Coz I know that you feel me somehow..You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be..And I don't wanna go home right now..And all I can taste is this moment..And all I can breathe is your life..When sooner or later it's over,I just don't wanna miss you tonight..And…

Shikayatein…

Shikayatein...mitaane lagi..subah bedaag hai..subah bedaag hai..Jo barf ko galaane lagi,kahin toh aag hai..kahin toh aag hai..Na udne ki iss dafaa thaaniparindo ne bhi wafaa jaani..Andhere ko baahon mein lekeujaale ne ghar basaya hai..Churaya tha jo chukaya hai...Shikayatein mitaane lagi.....Ek jeet tu hai..Ek haar me hoon..Haar jeet jode...jo taar...me hoon..Ek jeet tu hai..Ek haar me hoon...Bataaye…

If I lay here….

Reality..Illusions..Dreams..All so confusingmessing up my mind.. Dunno whats realand whats not..Can't seperate facts and realityfrom desires and illusive imagesthat I think and create on my own.. Am I real?Or is this world real?What is the truth?Not a thing do I know..   All I want is just to lie down hereon the green grassand just…

Reflect.. Reflect.. Reflection…

  Tool - Reflection. song.     I have come curiously close to the end, though.. Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole, Defeated.. I concede and.. Move closer.. I may find comfort here.. I may find peace within the emptiness... How Pitiful.. It's calling me... And in my darkest moment, feeble and weeping.. The moon tells…

Numb Paradise…

       Welcome back to reality, she thought, as she grudingly woke up from the sleep, still sleepy and drained. But her mom had woken her up twice and now the third time she got a warning so she 'had' to wake up...even though all she wanted was to go back to sleep...into the blackness, into…

Friends…

"Depth of friendship does not depend on the length of acquaintance.." -Rabindranath Tagore.   Some friends are really for forever.. No matter if you dont meet coz you dont live in the same city.. No matter whether you talk everyday or not.. Sometimes you fight, you get hurt, you dont speak to eachother, then you…

Bewakoofiyaan….

      I don’t know how I came upon this song, but somehow I’m so in love with the lyrics and more in love with a soulful part of music that comes between the 1st and 2nd verses...the soulful flute, I think. Here's the song... http://youtu.be/rc6IyIhlgGg And here's a lil' bit of my interpretation.... Oh...look at…

My soul is from elsewhere – Rumi poem

All day I think about it, then at night I say it..     Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea..     My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,And I intend to end up there..     This drunkenness began in some other…

The boat…

 Above Photo by Aditi B. ~ ~ ~   She laughed looking at the boatthat had so much potential to let everything go and be freeto move in the rivers and conquer the oceansto brave the storms     and survive     and yet     here it was...     Bound..    …