Little Miss Sunshine

The hullabaloo

The dazzle, The razzmatazz

Star studded sky, a clear road

Any rider’s feast

I, the little miss no one

A misfit, utterly incongruous

In this show of

Beauty and the beast

Jittery! jumpy!!

seeing this crowded hall

In a world of “Size Matters”

A creature so small

Suddenly pulled in a world of

pricy, dusky and tall

And I feel like going back

To the same parking lot

Where all were same

where all were short

When I was taken

Pinky cried, Cirmson turned her back on me

Violet expressed her outside world fears

I smiled, faked confidence

Carefully wipered my tears

And now I am cruising all alone

Among these powerful peers

Throttling smoke

So much into my flat face

Some ahead flaunting a shaped rear

Some behind commenting on dress i wear

I could overhear

Laura dishing the dirt to Cruze

An air of oomph

Oozing from sun roof

And then the classy Miss Jazz

Stands besides me

As if making fun of me

Making me look small

And I sink in oblivion

Not reaching her shoulders

How I dreamt of ramp walk

May be I am just imagining

May be she is not so mean

But Still

I just want to run away

Moment the light turns green

And as uncle murfy said

Life is not a fair song

Anything that can, will go wrong

Some Mrs. 407, quite old

Couldn’t take the load

Got stuck midway

Enough to stop the play

And that’ was a massive block

All ladies fuming on a jammed road

An hour passed by, still stuck

I see a narrow lane

Still week on knees

dare to test my luck

Amidst high chances of bruising my skin

I decide, I will walk this path so thin

And then I make an attempt

I am composed, while heavens wait

Take a slow step

for a detour

Maneouvering a tight contour

 Narrow escape

And I take my last stepStill keeping my gait

A slow but cofident

Marked with class

Biggie on a road lowers its glass

Perhaps to steal a glance

And before they could believe

I am standing in the front

Classy yet humble

And they honk..

And they honk again

But this time in respect

As if saying well done

Extending a warm welcome

To Sunny, The sunshine yellow

a big hearted small car

I wink and they honk again

Sunny ready to race n rock again !!

My Monkey Mind

Somewhere midway

on life’s pathway

I meet angels

and I feel shameful

about being human

for what I have been

all these years

A social parasite

A thankless scavenger

A selfish receiver

And

I say to myself

I will no more be

And

Then I try

And

Then I fail

And

Then I cry

And

I regret

Why cant I forget

the I

Why???

Why is it so tough?

Letting go of

Our own self

Replacing “ish” with “less”

And then I sleep

and see a light

Saying

Wake up pumpkin

Don’t give up

And then I get up

And start over

I know I shall fail again

Land up in

I’s domain

But

enduring this grind

hopefully one day

I shall find

a trick to tame

this monkey mind!

I am no Shakespeare

 

I am no revolutionary

I am no rebel

Nor I dare to be

Its too courageous for me

No fire in my belly for change

Utopia is out of my range

Polity is not my forte

What's special about the revolution day?

I am a no-nerd, no-geek

I am a big time “small things freak”

Scales scare me,

Nano is the way I want it to be

I am no spiritual

I am no saint

Nor I dare to be

Its too sacred for me

Shortsighted to read his omens

Skin dead to feel his presence

His chants don’t enchant me

Amnesty, he doesn’t grant me

No peace for me in his temples

No dough for me in his shrines

Scared to knock at his doors, just yet

I am still not contended with my crimes

No light for me in his rays of hope

No nirvana for me in dope

I am no visionary

I am no prodigy

Nor I dare to be

Its too out of reach for me

I neither see the tunnel

Nor the light

I still don’t understand

Maths of life

I am a man walking on a hot summer road

Carrying some invisible load

Which supposedly takes me nowhere

No clue, Not even the slightest one

Where I am going, Why I am going there

Still firmly holding crutches of thoughts,

 I am walking foot bare

I am no connoisseur

I am no aesthete

Nor I dare to be

Its too artistic for me

I don’t treasure a star lit sky

Or cherish nature’s daub on a butterfly

Conveniently dumb to silence of sea

Tenderness of flowers rarely speaks to me

No message for me in chirping of Cuckoo

Sound of rain drops don’t play peek-a-boo

I am no writer

I am no bard

Nor I dare to be

Its too impeccable for me

I am a victim of conspiracy of words

They buzz inside me,

Driving me mad, Stretching my gut

Squeezing me from inside

Like Trojans of mind

Driving holes in my soul

They wont let me be at peace

Till I belch them out

Some find their way out

As tears from the eye

Some liberal ones as smiles

Some fussy ones as frown

Some get stuck there, somewhere

Knocking my mind off

Shouting, cribbing, stifling to ooze out

Some come out (take life) as useless rhymes

Some die death of (aborted mercilessly as )a silent shout

Some haunt me in dreams

Some find solace in my screams

Some impatient fierce ones, creating a churn

Some sitting in a corner for their turn

Some huddle up and make a thought

Some choose to stand alone

Some sober, some drunk

Some exuberant, some in funk

Some sensible, some insane

Some laugh at my situation

Some empathize with the pain

I am no exceedingly well read

I am no erudite

Nor I dare to be

Its bit too late for me

My words make no rhyme

My scribbling, a linguistic crime

My full stops don’t stop at anything

My comas don’t mean nothing

My exclamations don’t surprise

Still I love them

like I love life

with all its errors n mistype

Those Kiddy Days...

My heart craves

for those long lost days...

Kiddy cycles on the run

You and I kicked the bum

God then was uncle’s son

One religion, we were one

Saving the world with a water gun

Vicky was funny, Gaggi was fun

Oiled hair, crazy shorts,

white shirt with a bow

Muddy faces of Lil models

always had a glow

Small pockets, big plans

“Baraf ka Gola” or “Hajmola”

Candy floss or cake pans

Tiny Heads, Big dreams

Busy planning for ice creams

“Hindi hamari maata thi

Humko kuch nahin aata thi”

Played tic tac, we were bored

Teacher shouted, we ignored

King of Excuses , we were crooks

Blaming goats of eating books

Beat us with any stick

Nothing works, skin is thick :)

Homework was for people at home

Dad, do the drawing pls

Maths is for you mom :)

Sweetie pie do the rest,

My sissy iz d besht

Every girl was “Teri Bhabi”

Dad’s scooter, stole the “Chabi”

Go on ninety don’t scare

Down is neutral, up is gear

Lil confusion between brake and clutch

She saw us falling, what d @#%$

Dad’s one tight slap, my ear blushed

Choti si love story

Then n there crushed!

Still remember that football match

Losers pay for samosas

life at stake

Run, dribble, shoot and.. Bingo!

Right on spot

There goes….

Nand uncle’s window!!

Loud sound, I turn around

“Run my friends”

But all you buggers, were already home

I was left alone on the ground

Head o feet I ran away

Hit a cow on the way

Broke a leg, but that was cool

A month off from the school

Aint need money, Aint need fame

Gimme back, My old nick name.

My heart still craves

Give me back, those long lost days

(This one is for a child in us, who refuses to grow up, for life was never more beautiful than those good ‘ol days and once you have been there, you strive to go back to those times. “Dil to bacha hai ji” )

A Fire Cracker Story

Tonight is The Night


Our night, Diwali night


Today we will meet


If we might


You and me together


a fire and a cracker


One aint matter without the other


You are


Yes, who else


My friend, philosopher, guide!










But Rule Of nature…


We are entertainers of the World


Puppets of destiny


Destined to set up a show…


For you to make worth, you must burst out


Sparkle, fly around


or make some sound


For an applause round


And I the culprit


The incinerator


Have the onus to burn you out


Start an end of you


Oblivious of your shout


But may be


This is our story


Maybe


That is life, all about!






You are standing tall


In corner of a road to impress


Handsome, as always


I am lit, gazing at your dress


It is all going to end


You still have no fear


But I must confess


I am still shaky


I am still not clear


and just when


I gather guts


for the act


You smile at me


Show me that pout


A chill blows down my heart






My heart freeze


I simmer and You shiver


You give meaning to my life


When you hisss


We come closer


For a brief life taking kiss


And that’s the moment


Precisely that’s the moment


We don’t want to miss,


When time stops


That’s the moment,


A moment to live for


A moment to die for


a moment of chemistry


We both know, it will soon be history.


It will be lost in some child’s giggles


Do we Care?


No, Hell No


Fragrance of love will stay there


No matter


How brief that moment was


It had flare






I see you


Doing your thing


The sparkle, The Whistle


The Swing


And then a loud sound


I know, what it is about


but I am not scared


I look for you all around


I get your last glimpse


a lasting one


Your silhouette in a smoke frame


bidding adieu to my flame






Once your last breath diffuse


I am extinguished


Thrown away


Stubbed out under some boot


Trust me, I am happy


For you are gone


I am of no use

.................o................

(Diwali came and went away…I got up and saw remains of burst out crackers, scattered all around the road. Last night’s crowd was dispersed, all smoke was gone. But some fragrance of love was still in air…and I just wished I could write a rhyme)

Thou Shalt Not Fly!

Why do thou wish to fly?


Is it really what thou pretend

a quest for levity!!



Or something more basic,

Something deeply ingrained

A need to mark possession

an Instinct to beat the gravity!!



Is it, tell me honestly

An artist’s urge to feel the lining on clouds

An adventurists adrenalin thrust



Or is it just a defeated finding another dark corner to cry

Earth, its hills, valleys didn’t fulfill thou

Will plain skies quench this thirst?



Is it about mist in the air

Untouched dew drops, unabated cool breeze,

First ray of unstaggered, bright sunlight



Or

Alexandarian temptation to engulf territories

those don’t belong to us

Skies, moon, mars…what else

an addictive, all conquering fight



In name of exploration

Are we tired of,

running away from life

finding not enough ground,

By calling it a leap of faith

conspiring to fly away

from some echoing sound





Would not have we got wings

If we were meant to fly

Darwinian logic! True or you still deny

If colors of life on earth did not consummate you,

Think not, it will happen in blue shades of sky





Shall we then, or shall we not

Find our feet on the ground

Leave our footprints here

And be proud!!



Shall we , or shall we not

Take a walk of life,

Run along times

as best as we could

And let creatures with wings fly

for they are meant for it

for they belong to the sky!

(A picture can paint thousand words, and it surely can get a few words off an otherwise lazy soul like me to cough up a rhyme. Inspired by a picture posted by Abhay Sharma on facebook)

A day in life

Today morning hell broke loose
Adroit hands failed to hit the snooze
I ended up getting at five
Forced to see this time of life
Lazy community, Please don’t blame me
Nokia’s alarming conspiracy to frame me

A culture shock,that it was for me
Bamboozled,I tried to make sense
Half an hour I looked at wall
Another half at fan and fence
How did I lose my ‘snooze’ defence
Pinched n confirmed it’s not a dream
Watchman will beat me if i scream

Like a zombie, dragged myself
Salt to injury, no water on the shelf
Cursed science for not inventing dry water
Contemplated wakin up neighbors for barter
Little soul, issues galore. Thinking cap started blinking
Oh yeah right. Time for some lateral thinking
With great expectations, opened facebook
No button for ‘Daily Needs’. Zuck you crook.
Went to twitter. ‘Need water’ was the tweet
‘WeNeedPeace’ a reply. Losers never sleep??

Enough is enough. It has to end.
Time to call Rahul…my best friend.
A friend to be there, forever. Feels so nice
After thirty calls he picked up n shouted “who died”
Got up early n no water to drink, I almost cried
Fool yourself for two hours. Why you crying
Say “All Is Well” , Your mouth will stop drying
Before I could say something, line cut off
God ,better gimme enemies, I started to sob

Remembered of marwadi’s shop who marks up prices
Time to wake him up, I m a godsent, punishment for his vices
May be if I m lucky, I will see his daughter
Day dreaming, I almost forgot about the water
I will invite her for a cup of tea
Rest of life water supply is free
Door opened, cant tell you what happened there after
I remember me saying, “I am thirsty, where is your daughter”
Who’s who of marwadi family was there asking who am i
Darkness saved me otherwise I was surely set to die
I ran as fast I could, without waiting for a moment
Surprised many street dogs with my racing talent

(Yet another incomplete piece... :-( )

How I wish I could write

How I wish I could write
Some words of wisdom for the thirsty soul
Verses to complete me, to make me whole
Spells to throw out my worst fears
Some apologies for irked dears

Memories of time spent with a loved one
Morning walk to school, evenings of fun
Camp fires, stories of ghost
World being guest, I playing host
Silly theories about dos and donts
Framed, gilded in my favorite fonts

How I wish I could write
Some words of wisdom for the thirsty soul
Verses to complete me, to make me whole
Some half truths, some true lies
Stories of unuttered hellos,
Tales of some missed out good byes

Recipes to cook life’s stories
A cook book for mistakes and sorrys
Meaning of destiny’s every reeling
A dictionary with a word for every feeling
Synonyms for good and bad of us
A thesaurus to search our alter egos

How I wish I could write
Some words of wisdom for the thirsty soul
Verses to complete me, to make me whole
Some lessons from the old school
Some guys’ jokes to make you drool
Proofs that you are not the only fool

Bed time story to turn you a kid again
A song for your first shower of rain
Financial advice for pocket money spends
A fashion column on school bag trends
A user guide on bunking classes
A kissing journal for high school masses
A jokumentary on award winning pranks
A crime story of tiffin thefts

How I wish I could write
Some words of wisdom for the thirsty soul
Verses to complete me, to make me whole

(Another incomplete one...)

L'il Sis

Weather might be bad or fair
Like an angel you were always there
You saved me from dad’s wrath
You taught me fifth’s math
You were there to cook midnight meal
You were there to make my wounds heals
You righted all my wrongs
You praised my tuneless songs
How can I not miss
You are my elder “Little Sis”

(On Rakhi for my sis...)

DRUNKEN MONSTERS

Don’t call us drunken monsters today
Today we are on cloud nine
Today we will get obscene
Today We deserve to taste the wine
Our OUTLOOK has changed today
After years of toil, we are feeling fine

Today we are celebrating our journey up the ladder
Slow and Silent but persistent step by step
For few years we were famished
Today we are going to wine and dine
Don’t call us drunken monsters today
Today we are on cloud nine

Today we gonna stand on cliff
Remembering Jin, John and Jine
Today we gonna shout loudly
That building in hills is mine
Don’t call us drunken monsters today
Today we are on cloud nine

Today we gonna smoke our lungs out
Today we gonna sing and shout
Today we are not gonnna behave
Feet ready to start a seismic wave
we are craziest kids in the town
Its official, Today is our orgy time
Don’t call us drunken monsters today
Today we are on cloud nine

(On OUTLOOK declaring us (MANAGE) the smartest cookies in the town and celebrations those followed...)

Mom, When will I do aish??

It all started in class five
My mum said just study this year
And then its all fun n jive
I trusted her, I was so naïve
Didn’t touch the marvels,
Didn’t fly the kite
Class five cleared with super grade
But promise of fun afterwards was there only to fade
She said you are a good boy
Prepare for Class Eight
And then you can enjoy
Poor me cracked eighth board
Volleyball missed me so did videogame chord
I went to my mom n asked where is joy
She gifted me a calculator, this was my new toy
If you don’t want your dad’s wrath
Better go and focus on tenth’s math
Tenth was tough and so was mom
Girl I liked in my class, labeled me a book worm
Slogging payed off, i got a rank
But hopes of fun in college also sank
Physics, chemistry replaced geography history
When will fun begin was still a mystery
PLUS 2 was crucial to save the face
So you must slog in PLUS 1 to build the base
Bunking classes, Talking to girls was a crime
How can would-be-a-doctor waste time
OK. You passed Plus 2, but its not enough
Try for Medical CET. It is very tough
Once you clear it, you are mahaan
Pados waali sharma aunty gave full gyaan
Neither biology helped, nor did theology
Dream of I being a doctor turned a mythology
I was happy, my whole family was in tears
Don’t worry babu, you can try two more years
Prof kept on telling “Biology is science of exceptions”
We closed our eyes..ticked all mcqs based on perceptions
Chemistry was acerbic, physics got physical, bio was always out of scope
Your rank is worse than last year, why did you drop
I can never be a doctor, It was declared
I danced with fun, my life was spared
You cant open a shop or be a bus conductor
If not human, you have to be an animal doctor
Pets are faithful, how can they cheat
With all my efforts didn’t even get a vet seat
I was almost labeled a super failure
A friend of mine came as a saviour
Don’t worry auntie, if he is not capable of being a doctor
I know a thing for losers, they call it agriculture
You dumb guy pay some heed
At least some how get into crop n weed
Slogged my self roting that scientific name
If plants also reject me, it will be a great shame
(....will complete this next weekend)

Gifts Of God

Once upon a time, I asked for a gift
God said granted, now be worthy of it
With all grace she walked into ma life
Made-in-heaven, she was ma would be wife
Her sweet voice, her magical giggles, her mesmerizing smile
It was all magical with her, time stopped for a while

I thanked god, you are so kind
He said no flower without stings, keep in mind
I said to god, anyhow you will always be there
Come what may, I don’t care
He said, listen son, love has a price to pay
If any of you fumbled, love wont stay
You will be tested, you will be molested
I will put you in situations which you hate

You have to be patient, you have to wait

I said but why you do this, you can keep it simple , you are so great.
He said I only have very little of true love,
I can give you dis gift, if you two are worthy of it
I said but after all this happening, what do we get
You will get me forever, if you sweat
You will lose me forever, if you regret
I said what will we do if we fail
He said love is not for weak and frail
I said but we both trust you blindly without a shake
He said then trust in my gift, never let it break
But how long we will have to suffer
Till the moment you start seeing me in each other
Till the moment you start seeing me in each other

I Too Had A Love Story

Suddenly in woods there was no noise
Suddenly in life there was no choice
With tears in my eyes, a choked throat and memories of widowed affection
I murdered her, ripped her apart, bleeded her heart with perfection
I touched her trembling hands, looked into her dilating eyes
I saw no fear, she smiled and pointed towards skies
She pulled me closer, kissed my cheeks and whispered in my ear
You never trusted me, you were too busy to understand my love dear
You were sad, life was unfair and you moundered about your pains
Life was hard on me too, but i talked about roses and rains
Yes i was lying, life was not about roses and rainbows
It is about mean situations,tight walks and nasty blows
But winner takes it all till his last breath, coward bows
I am happy, you didn’t walk backwards, you walked over me
I wish i pray, your problems are solved, your soul is now free
Wash these stains of blood before you go home
I will come in your dreams tonight, don’t feel alone
I cremated her body, dug a grave, buried her ashes
Suddenly my eyes were dried up, suddenly i was speechless
Suddenly life lost its charm, dreams lost their glory
Once upon a time, long long ago...i too had a love story

Shades Of Grey

These shades of grey...
Dont let me be me
What ever white i had on a black canvas
At least that was true me
Part of me lost in colors
Was the part i loved to be

Good but a bad boy
Bad but a gud guy
but no one called me shady
What ever white i had on a black canvas
At least that was true me
Part of me lost in colors
was the part i loved to be

Blend of extremes
Silence and screams
Never meeting streams
But then I was never shaky
What ever white i had on a black canvas
At least that was true me
Part of me lost in colors
was the part i loved to be

These shades of grey...
Dont let me be me