Fumes of Friendship...

Best of Freindships
have hardest of times.
a call,a mail,a talk
can sink these ships

When friends are lost..
and ships sacrificed to storms
what's left behind are...
fumes of friendships

When the flame has lost it's glory
and times have all gone gory
what's left behind are not flames
but just fumes

They say,
fumes can make a phoenix..
fumes are all encompassing.
But,
whose seen a phoenix
and who sees life in-passing

So,my friends,
fumes are all that are left
fumes of good memories
of great old times
of times more forgotten...
...than remembered
Fan these fumes...
into flames if you can,
Rest assured,
I won't be fanning them again......

We Meet Again!!

People come,meet and move on

 we wait,stick around & walk  alone..

Going away is difficult,

  Coz u will never meet again!!

 

But,

if we meet again

 that someone we missed a lot

  the one who changed me a lot

   what would really happen

   would it really happen...

 

I would again be at same park

                         on same bench..

Thinking of the same day

   of the last adieu...

What if...

  infinite become finite

  u walk into the light...

u walk out of my nightmares

  into my dreams..

.......

Written in a presentation.I wish there was some reason for which I wrote this poem but there is none.I think I am happy saying that:)

When I am free

Freedom was something we fough for as a nation

   To be free we killed & got killed

We changed from martyrs to slaves

   & slaves then became martyrs...

 

Looking at it all today,

  for once I am free

  I have time for myself

  no responsibilities to my seniors,

  no authority over my peers...

 

But,

  Enjoyment is a skill,

 expressing it is a virtue

 not all succeed at it

and most fail miserably at it...

 

To be busy,we all have plans

  our seniors kill us for that

   peers look to us for that

But when free,

  who has a plan?

 we are so engrossed in work

   and life itself stops to work...

 

For us,

 freedom is a reward for work

 what if,

  freedom is reward for freedom only.....!!??

 

Written on 5th July during a presentation.I was free for sometime so I tried to find a meaning about it all!!..What really is freedom these days??   

Meet Again

 

If time had one more stroke  
         to make with it's brush
What  would it be like?
          'Coz the colors you'll see from now on
 Will be new,
        maybe shades of some old memories
Maybe some party,or maybe a vacation
 
For years we were there
      there but a bit rare
I think we meet as friends for last time
Next we meet,
     it will not be a today or a tomorrow I see

But,
     it will be some thing,a future,
    we are wanting to make for ourselves
If,everything goes as it should,
                we will meet another time 
 
Me,a different,improved persona
You,the best you are
    best you will be ....
 
Written in the December of 2002,nearing end of MCA..can't say I liked those times...but dreams then became memories..

Pop a mail to me ...

 

 

Thinking of you...

   Just plainly missing you

Although everyday we talk..

   Just facing the screen

How I wish it was face to face...

 

Thanking you won't be a bad idea..

  Except that the Thank you is short

   but your memories are long..and oh so sweet

 

But still,I thank you

  coz their's nothing else for me to say

And,

  if their's nothing else for you to do..

  Do plz pop in a mail to me too:)

Happy New Year

 

 

A year just rushed by..
  time just stole a war and flew by
A million thoughts just made an eternity
   many an actions just welded a destiny

Last years beginning had new hopes,new resolutions
  some got answered..others left unresolved
New year again comes forth as a circus of thoughts
   a gymnastics of actions
    bound to be filled with jokers and bloopers
     crowded to brim with action,success and adventures

I know you will do your best
  I know you will rise upto all occassions
I intend to meet u in the corridor or success
  success which u define..
    not which defines u..

There are no wishes from my side
  just a resolute belief !!
Life is out there...
  knocking..breaking it's knuckles knocking
Get going..get far..
  let's race in a leisurly fashion
        till the end of 2007

Have a Ballistic Super charged New year
   a year worth remembering for many  a New Years
Let it be a grand One !!

 

-Wrote this for all my friends and pals on 30th Dec 2006.May it be a great year for all and eternity

A 'Mysterious' Friend

If it hadn’t been between friends
   I won’t have thought twice

After all,
   She came to my liking
   But of course she ignored me
 'was so rowdy,so dandy after all
  Like any one else of my kind.

But-
   She never came close to me
  Closer than a casual bench partner

Any how,
   ‘shifted to another town
   Gosh I saw another girl
   She seemed almost like my lost love
   -a love which I had not shown

This time—
   I didn’t falter
   I showed my liking for her
  But never did once she looked at me
  Not even a gaze
     Not even an ounce of sympathy.

Countless times,
 I crossed her paths—
  -consciously or sub-consciously
  But she never gave her sole attention

Aha, but one time—
 A time I will never forget
 I some how met her alone at a fair
 ‘Somehow’ for her not for me.

I had just introduced myself
 Then came some one from my past
 Someone whom I never achieved to forget
 ‘coz I saw that face in every image of life

There she was—
    My first image of beauty
    Whom I’d come to like

But a dilemma I was, in deeply
Both I liked, latter equal to the former
It showed as beads of sweat, on my—
     --cool, calm shaven face.

I turned back to ‘show
    To ‘slowly’ recognize her
I looked in her eyes
    Transfixed in her beauty

Consciousless moments later,
    I suddenly turned back
    Remembering a little someone
  But she was not there—
  My second image of beauty was not there

I saw her,
    Going away with her other friends
With a mysterious smile on her face
And fingers crossed behind her back

I could never understand that smile
   Did it symbolize my meeting with my first lady
   Maybe as a gift from a mysterious friend—
 A friend who ‘knew’me.more than I knew her


This is my longest poem ever,written in August'1995.I observed some face expressions amongst a group of friends at a fair,the rest is this poem.It is a teensy bit confusing but I was just beginning at that time..someday will write again on this topic to see where I have reached since then ;)

Time And Me

Time asked me
That what’s it gonna be
That u wanna live
Or just u wanna leave

Time came to me
Askin’, how much I will give
For what I wanted
And, for whom I wanted...

Time expressed its glee
That I felt so free
And will It wait for me
If I needed that to be

I talk to Time
Coz, time isn’t on anyone’s side

I listen to It’s tic-tock
Like It listens to my chit chat…
And I leave it to Time
To allow me decide…
What’s it gonna be…??

I always wanted to write a song,tried my hands through this...I don't know what it became

Did You Observe

When I am with u
  Did u observe that
     I don’t look into your eyes anymore

When I am away from u
Did u observe that
   I don’t call u at all the wrong times

When I am walking with u
Did u observe that
   I don’t walk too close and..
      …not so far away

When I am talking to u
Did u observe that
   I take time for all your simple queries

When u ask me what I’m hiding
Did u observe
   Your heart felt something my heart’s hiding.

Tell me
Did u ever observe
   I had fallen for u
    And am trying to rise out of it.

I looked at the question..why is called falling in love..and I came up with this answer..Written in June 2005

Same Heart

Oh how I wish I could write once more,
But the mind seems so empty
Just like my heart
No more risks it says
Even shattered pieces have limit
Can’t shatter’em any more

Too much happiness has no effect on me
I turn back to shadows,
Allowing nothing to light my way
Ask myself sometimes
This is not me…..
My brain’s the same
But the heart no longer skips a beat
It just keeps beating…..
That melancholic monotonous beat
Nothing seems to have happened
But everything did…
Someone says ‘the heart will go on’
Yes it does….oh it does

Want to move on
But come back to same old grounds
I hate the memories
And yet I live in them
Nothing else I guess to write

Well I put on the poetic cap after like 2 years or so..this came out..written in Oct 2004

Happy New Year

A year has come and gone
  Time we spent together has moved on and gone
  What is left are the memories
    Which will soon be forgotten

I wish there could be some changes made
  To the days I was not with you
   So that all my lone hours
     Would be forlorn and forgotten

What would be left is
  You…..your sweet smelling self
  And Me……my lucky self

Hope such a year will come again
  Where there will be wonderful changes
   And many superb surprises
     Which will improve our friendship


 So for you and me
   Let GOD make a wonderful year
     And for all the people around us
       A hope for the BETTER

Written 1999 year end,on a team mates' request..the chap needed something to spruce up his New year wishes to his Girlfriend..and I got a different topic :)

The Flight

Phantom's a real killer
      man how it dives
There goes my bogie
      i'm left alone now

    Smoke's curling up
       from that radio tower
     the superior will be happy

  ........but,oh no............
        've hit people
      but how can it be
      the snaps're so precise
  I can see the people dying ,crying
    that smoke's taking the form....
      .....form of a dog
        rearing up it's hungry face
          it's engulfing one & all
            taking in bones and skin
              all human...sometime ago

The teeth are shining....
     like the blaze at the mouth
             of the cannon
     it's whining ....
         ...as if a thousand bombs struck
         Oh, the victims
so desolate ,so desperate

Wish I could do something
     but that dog,that war
        even 'm one of it's bloody teeth
 And who's baby is it
     is it me,is it the victims below

No,it's them
       behind cushy chairs,
         under huge bunkers
           they're the one's to blame
The bloodhound once unleashed is unstoppable
     except by it's own master
     but this one won't stop
       unless it's teeth are all red

But....
     this tooth has fallen
Beware , listen my message
       'coz dying men don't lie



This was written around the time US invasion of Iraq happened.It's ab't a pilot who hits a target thinking it is some enemy base but then sees people dying coz of it..who is to blame..his last thoughts :(

Do They Think Like us

Zillions of times away,
    there is someone..
    ...who is looking at me
      as I do the same
I don't know whether they have come to us
             or not
But there is some link between us and them
    What is that link?
    I know...
     ...'coz I can feel it
       it's the greatest gift we've been given
         and maybe to them too
         ...it's the gift of LIFE

But do they like us
     do they look like us
       Do they feel like us
     I don't know & I don't care
     'coz one thing is common among us
     the LIFE itself
     Since it's been given to us and them only
       so HE must have seen something common...
             .....among us
     Our paths will cross
        one day not someday
     When we meet,
         Then the history will start ...
             ...writing it's pages
         And we will be not spectators but
                                    players

I love sci-fi movies..so inspired by that..written in Aug '02

Another Sight

When I saw again,
  I din't know what to do,
     except that I wanted to...
        to talk and be talked to

I wanted to go up and say hye
   but I din't,
  A lot of buts came up in the mind
    one was will I be talked to,
        or be swept away
    like that fog being swept away by the sun
    I gradually came to my senses,
      but still not there
So I came out of it all,& saw...
    ...no one
It was a rude awakening from a dream
      or reality
   I can't say,I can't know
     It had all just glued together
       with my acuaintance gone...
         ...or maybe never there
          where I wanted her to be


Written August'02 based on an encounter at HM-sec 17 ;)

That Tootie Frootie Feeling

I'm hurt some place,
    some place deep
Which is unfathomable
    remorse maybe there

But how to express all this,
 Can I say it's a feeling
or maybe a premonition of...
 of something ab't to happen
Look all around I see faces
 but none I can call mine
coz mine is a MINE
 pardon me,not a goldmine
 but a coal mine from which even ...
  ...diamonds or sapphires might arise
  But that's rare,unlike some other people

See i'm floundering,can't even keep-
  -thoughts,my feelings at bay
that's why I'm calling it a tootie--
           --frootie feeling
     coz'it can be sweet and it can be sour
   But this feeling is in everyone
          who is insatiable
          who is mortal
          who is HUMAN

Written in 2001,a topic given to me by a roomie..

Away From Home

The word home is so securing,so enlivening
I know I would never like to be away
 I know there are many--
     -- who think the same way
     but end up being away
 They say u never know unless u try it out
 'm quite sure they 're right
  How one becomes so independent
   one never knows
   he has to have a seperate circle--
     --develop a comradree
   It has to be a home away from home
     but don't forget your parents
      without u it's no home for them
      'coz for them u are everything
      So when at home,cover up --
            --the gap
give them your 100%
      and see how they remain
         with u always

Written towards end of 2000 sitting in my hostel room at Thapar,Patiala

A Reason To Laff

How can there be a reason to laff
   've always thought laffing to be unreasonable
But wait a minute,me thinks there is one
  laffing brings that openess in u ..
..that which is always lacking
  Laffing attracts attention towards u..
..that which u are always craving for
  Laffing can take u into someone's heart..
..whom u have always wanted
  Laffing can take u overboard in a civil manner..
..that which u can't do even when u are drunk.
     ..or want to believe so

But most importantly,laffing is tax-free
  maybe the only positive thing which..
   ..deserves to be so
 SOOOOooo...laff away all your worries
          my dear friends
      and let a tension free life take over
      LIFE THRU LAFF,GeT iT

Road To Success

  Whenever soft light glistens over
         wet hard roads
  Somehow I don't know why
         I feel as if it's questioning me
  Why I can't believe that--
         -life is hard like a road
          but it's the light in us
             which enlightens this road
  But how to explain this`light'
          can I call it my own possession
         
 Even that glistening light is possessed by
        a whole new environment
  Maybe this enlightening light inside me
      is tribute of goodwill to me
      surpassed by nothing new or old
  By the world around me,which has tested me
             time and again
  Satisfying itself that I can tread the countless roads
         to SUCCESS

written in 2000,while studying for CA Inter exams..oh cleared them btw:)

WIND OR A FACE

Wisps of wind are coming around
 wisking me to some other time
  Which has passed or will pass--
          --I don't know
  I see something,I hear something--
          --I can't say
   It comes again & again taking--
          -- my attention
   I'm so confused,I can't even write

  These winds are winds of some fragrance
        maybe a phantom of my mind
    but I sure do recognize them
    Funny I use the word 'recognize'
    'coz,I can't bring together that-
                   -that name,that face
    But these winds they will help

Written for no reason in 1999...

Oh Valentina

I never knew what valentine's is
pardon me ,I thought it was a --
--shakespeare's novel
Just today I came to know
it's a saint's name
& it's lover's day

I can 't say I am a lover
Can I ask you something--
--what is a 'lover'
the def.. confuses me
how come guys who have 6 girlfrs--
--can say they are true lovers
to each one of them
when all the time they are thinking..
..how to get rid of this gal

And talkin' of gals,
how come,their choice
has become so bad
how come they like such boys
who like to show off
don't they know--
-- they'll be feathers in ..
..already overstuffed hats
I bet,there are a no. of other guys--
--your 'secret admirers'--
--who dream of only you
can't u spare a thought for them now
or,maybe some time else

I know among you,the no. of V-cards --
-- is sign of rep,of being hep
you don't consider the feelings anything
It's ''just timepass''for you

So go ahead enjoy another V-day
But remember dear 'valentina'
this 'valentino' will..
... not send a card!!!!


I don't believe in Valentine's day..and this poem has the reasons for same.Written in Nov 1998