Saturday, September 1, 2007

If I were!

If I were a beginning, I would be:- a new born leaf
If I were a month, I would be: -December
If I were a day of the week, I would be :– Thursday
If I were a time of day, I would be: - Night
If I were a planet, I would be:-Earth
If I were a season, I would be:- Winter
If I were a sea animal, I would be:- Dophin
If I were a direction, I would be:-Parallel
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be:-an old armchair
If I were a sin, I would be:-pride
If I were a liquid, I would be:-raindrops
If I were a fraud/scare, I would be:-"Peter the Cheater"
If I were a gem, I would be:-Jade
If I were a tree, I would be:-Willow
If I were a tool, I would be –a hammer
If I were a flower/plant, I would be:- A red rose
If I were a kind of weather, I would be:-A thunderstorm at night
If I were a musical instrument, I would be:-a guitar
If I were an animal, I would be:- Tiger
If I were an emotion, I would be:-sadness
If I were a vegetable, I would be:-asparagus
If I were a sound, I would be:-the echoes of the distant murmur of civilization
I were an element, I would be:-Water
If I were a car, I would be:-Mercedes Benz
If I were a song, I would be:-Imagine
If I were a food, I would be:-Luchi
If I were a place, I would be:-Calcutta
If I were a material, I would be:-cotton
If I were a taste, I would be:-hot
If I were a scent, I would be:-FCUK!
If I were a religion, I would be:- Knowledge
If I were a sentence, I would be:-life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
If I were a body part, I would be:-the eyes.
If I were a facial expression, I would be:-a smile
If I were a subject in college, I would be:-African American poetry
If I were a shape, I would be:-rectangukar
If I were a quantity, I would be:-one lightyears
If I were a colour, I would be:-black
If I were a thing, I would be:-a laptop
If I were a landmass, I would be:-an island in costa rica
If I were a book, I would be:-the little prince
If I were a monument, I would be:-the taj Mahal
If I were an artist, I would be:-a pencil sketcher
If I were a collection of poems, I would be:-"The Four Quartets"
If I were a landscape, I would be:-the foothills of himalayas
If I were a watch, I would be.- Big Ben
If I were God, I would be:-not let humans suffer.
If I were a vowel, I would be: U
If I were a consonant, I would be: N
If I were a formula, I would be:-1/Cos C = Sexy!
If I were a Science, I would be:-Psychology
If I were a theory, I would be:-making every students life painful
If I were a famous person, I would be.:-Albert Einstein
If I were an electronic equipment, I would be:- an amplifier
If I were sport, I would be:-Chess
If I were a movie, I would be:-Aparajito
If I were a cartoon, I would be:-Tintin
If I were an explorer, I would be:-Christopher Columbus
If I were a scientist, I would be:-a member of the White House!
If I were a relation, I would be:-a son
If I were a river, I would be:-Ganga
If I were intoxication, I would be:-turn every dinner party into a serious brawl!
If I were alone, I would be:-lonely
If I were a question, then I would be:-How many roads muct a man walk down before thet can call him a man?
If I were a hobby, I would be:-Philately
If I were a habit, I would be:-Cleaning my foot every night!
If I were in an atom, I would be:-an electron
If I were an end, I would be:-want you right next to me.
If I were you, I would be:-happy for myself!

Monday, June 11, 2007

For boo

when the night is not so cloudy
and the heart is quiet & dry
when the dreams begin to wake me
there's no time to say goodbye

when the distant whistle's heard
in the quiet of the railroad track
How I wish to board that train
How I wish to bring you back

when I saw my fingers bleed
I blamed it on the thorns
when I feel my soul is bleeding
there's no one to blame it on

some say love, it is a song
I sing every night, before I sleep
some say love, it is a stem
green & graceful with a new born leaf

some say love it is a warmth
that I've felt only once
I say love, it is a home
that you showed me in your arms.









Saturday, May 19, 2007

It's one of those rare days when I am so happy. The person closest to me is running around with flying colours. So here I say....'Lets elope'!

Sunday, May 13, 2007

For Boo

Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razer
that leaves your soul to blead

Some say love, it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
and you it's only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring, becomes the rose

Thursday, May 10, 2007

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."

Friday, May 4, 2007

Broken belches of sorry feelings
crimson memories, offhand guesses
I would hate to lose you
I thought I was there with you
Perhaps I'm the only one to be blamed
but one day you'll turn back and see...
...Life is a lost note of Miles
pumping through the gaslit alleys
where the dawn leaves dim memories of a dark night
sordid, turbulent, pale, orgiastic
where methodical faces move to and fro
we are another two lost souls
swimmin' in the middle of nowhere
If I knew the way I'd take you home.
No time to comprehend. The taxi floated steadily on the Gariahat Flyover. I was on my way home. My mind was distracted and diffused. Suddenly I was amidst a strain of thoughts. It's a like a dark august patch. The cell phone was not beeping. I had to attend an important meeting. The others were on their way for the meeting. So was I. Billboards with cosmetic faces passed by. The never looked so cold before. I kept wondering what went wrong. I lit a Pall Mall. Felt tired. The hot noon outside made me lazier. I closed my eyes and slouched back. And then it came. Like a sudden streak of lightning...'never is the time to say enough is enough'!