Racing with Life

November 22, 2012 § 2 Comments

I woke up with a hangover today. Hangover of my past life, hangover of the previous night, hangover of the transaction that takes place across two cities, it took me back by surprise.  Everything was as clear as ice. I was baffled by the hyper intensity of time in Mumbai. Three days and my world started moving like a jet plane. The slow pace and the delicious comforts of being at your parent’s small town, made me take a back seat. Rejuvenation, relaxation, self-pampering, empty time at my disposal, things tend to ease out on you while holidaying.

But now am back and every second counts here. Every minute that I spend doing nothing has a cost attached to it. If I chance a back seat here, I’ll be turning my back on the millions of opportunities glaring at me to make a move, to contribute to a better world and more importantly a better me. So I tell my inner goddess to present her best self when she gets out of her bed every day, because it’s a matter of TIME and DEATH in order to achieve my greater self.

Junoon

November 8, 2012 § 1 Comment

Garjate angaare liye

Main cheer ke duniya chahti hoon

Toofano se tez dorti, dharkano ko sunanna chahti hoon

 

Inn bandh kamro mein saanse, barbadi ki raah hi chalti hai

Waqt paani ki tarah behta, zindagi yoon hi guzar rahi hai

 

Kitna hisaab, kitna paisa,

Kitna bhau iss mehnat ka?

Ped ki daali se ab kya banta hai

Phool, kaliyoh ka kon sa ghehna?

 

Badi company ki badi afsar bhi bano

Shaadi karke, shusheel bhi raho

Duniya toh paiso par naachti hai

Usko kamao, duniya kamao

 

Par main iss ubharte hue junoon ka kya karu?

Deemak ki tarah mujhe khata hua jo

Bijli ke angaare bahar phek raha hai

Inhi par main chalti rehti,

ab main udhna bhi chahti hoon.

Dream on

June 19, 2012 § 1 Comment

I walk about in nude dreams. So serene. So naïve.

I walk about in narrow lanes and wide streets

Try and look at the world through my eyes.

Where do we belong? Who are we?

Have we got a choice?

I don’t know my next turn,

or if the spoken words are empty lies?

What’s behind that face?

A faded scar? A fake smile?

Dream. Dream all that you want.Dream all that you can try.

Build the courage you need to get to it

Before your life flies

For there is no tomorrow,

There is no yesterday

All we have with us is,

Only this day

Walk a mile on your foot

To fly in the plane next day

For there is no success to life,

Without the hard way

Without the hard way.

Ocean of illusions

April 18, 2012 § Leave a comment

I walk about in borrowed robes

No home too close

No shore but sore

What is the peace that I have earned?

The beautiful sunset that just died

or the smiling lady by my side

The reality keeps poking my heart

For it’s the pay check slave that I must mark

I walk about in borrowed robes

on busy streets and empty shores

in posh cars and cracked souls

What is it to be sad?

The dollars lost or forgotten love

Both can be earned

But just one by one.

No satisfaction, the thirst never dies.

The world cries. The world cries.

I walk about in borrowed robes

Material matters I never earned

It’s the happiness which I borrowed from my peers

because they crib even in royal airs

The empty palaces n lonely cars

We all have got our scars.

The sea might look so magically blue

But beware, it’s all a farce.

It’s all a farce.

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