Peace

The morning hustle..the early bustle.
By the second...the time gets dearer
Between that..you find a moment
When you just smile at the mirror
That moment you want to freeze
That is what you call peace..

Through the evening rush.. clammers the local
The nudges..the pushes.environs getting more vocal..
Amongst the buildings running by...
An awesome view of purple and orange painting the sky
that moment of the uncomfortable ease..
That is what you call peace...

A maddening rush..trying to beat time..
No path to set foot on..concern for others comes a dime
Walking without a care in world... setting your own pace..
You are clear amongst the blur..refusing to join the race
That moment when time seems to cease..
That is what you call peace..

There is still life on the way...

Wrote some words late at night while on my way back home from college..

Dreary eyed, I emerge
From a red - deathly day
It should have been peace and dark.
But there is still life on the way.

I feel the hastiness around.
“Take it Easy ”, the heart wants to say..
Mind says – “No time to waste.
Don’t you see the life on the way”

Only this time, I allow my heart to sing..
Allowing the air to take me under its wing..
In my ears, the noise scatters..
And then Nothing Else Matters....

The Voice

From the airs above
Came a voice
It was known and familiar
Of someone friendly and similar

It was in trance
And it was normal
It was excited
And it was calm
It was dreamy
Yet very real

It had the passion
Of a raging ocean
Along with the softness
Of a cuddly cushion
It was overwhelming
And engulfing..

It cannot differentiate between night and day
And somehow makes you feel the same way
Like a V8 under the hood
That makes everyone around feel good..

“O main koi pitti hai”, asked DJ
3 cheers to the voice with BJ



P.S: Interpreting the exact meanings behind this piece will be difficult..or I must say impossible for anyone

That Thing called Time

As you move down the empty road..
The wind shivers you up, down to the spine…
Just Solitude to give you company
You can see that thing fly by your side - That thing called Time..

Not a soul stirs around ..
No one cares as you go by..not even a whine
Just trembling leaves to give you company..
You can see that thing fly by your side - That thing called Time..


No one to give you second look..
To think of you and to say you are mine.
Just the memories to give you company
And You can see that thing fly by your side - That thing called Time..

Some patience and desperation..
You Hope for its support - for some sign..
You want it to stop and give you company
But still you can see that thing fly by your side – That thing called Time


Photo: Chandigarh - Panchkula road on a rainy night

vo Raat..

From the archives
here comes one of my creations..

Vo 6 kitabein aur unhe pakde vo narm hath
Vo chehre par pyara sa bholapan aur saadgi uske saath
Vo jhuki jhuki palkeinLe gayi mera dil halke halke
Badlon ne bhi Dekhi hamari pehli mulakat
Aur baras kar bhigo di vo Raaat

Phir badi hamari mulakatein
Bhole nahi bhoolti vo meethhi batein
Kiya usse ek din apne pyar ka izehar
Aur kiye jeene marne ke vaade hazaar
Badlon ne bhi Suni hamari pyar bhari baat
Aur baras kar bhigo di vo Raaat

Phir vo din bhi aaya
Jab juda hua mujhse mera saya
Itna hi tha saath hamara
Bichda humse pyar hamara
Badlon ne bol di toote dil ki baat
Aur baras kar bhigo di vo Raat

One Fine Morning..

I wake up early
Many chores to deal
The month is November
And the morning air chill

The sun is rising up
In the far.. over the hill
The rays seep thru the windows
Warming up the room they fill

On the cozy bed they fall
Challenging my will
In this busy life, I think..
How many times, the inner voice we kill
And not enjoy the small moments
Which make life worth while..

I call the office
And feign ill
Then remove the tie and get under the blanket
Letting the sun intoxicate like a sleeping pill

I want to be....

I want to Stand at center of Eden
And watched by Lakhs
But I want to be on the other end and watch the GOD
While a masterful century he cracks

I want to be fastest in the car
But I don’t want to go over 20
When I see the sun setting
Behind the mountains in the far..

I want to be a jawan
Who protects the nation
But I don’t want to be one of the crowds
Who easily forgets the bravery a soldier showed..

I want to fly
And own the sky..
But firmly on the ground is where
I want my feet to stay

I want to be among the richest on the earth
But some times I want to be that poor man
Lying Drunk on the road
Without a care in the world



When I flew..

Before I lay Waiting

A prequel to my previous post I lay waiting..

Thru the Ear
Came the fear
I think I knew
When the moments grew

I stood there
Like a broken tree
Then I smiled
Ironic and Free

Then I raced..
To achieve a feat.
It was Time
I was trying to beat

I saw light
And moved in its way
But a divine Force called
“The show must.....”, it started to say.

I forced it
To stay Mum
And then I lay waiting
For it to come…..

i Lay waiting

I lay waiting for it to come
Mind Heavy
And body numb..
I stared at it
And saw what I was going to be...

I saw it in the eyes..
A scary face
But Soothing voice
What was it telling me..
I couldn't make out..


I was taken close to it..
An attempt to go far...
It's voice became clear..
And I knew what I will hear..
An Angel in White covered my head..
And sadly announced.."Brought Dead"

Going at 105

The breeze is wind
The road narrows down
And surroundings blur by..
I am Going at 105..

The fuel burns harder
Giving a foul odor
No.. the meter doesn’t Lie…
I am at going at 105

The steering shakes with excitement
The engine thunders
Making the black clouds Shy
Yes… I am Going at 105..

The mind is blank and eyes focused
The muscles are hardened
But the soul ready to Fly
Oh… I am going at 105

P.S: A tribute to my 17 year old Maruti 800 which I forced to touch 105 km/h for a good 30 – 40 seconds while going back from office last evening.

When Shall I see the Dawn

So many Roads to go on
But the destination eludes..
Which road is correct
‘I don’t know!!’, my mind concludes

Roads and roads , here and there
Some don’t open their gates
Others end in a dark way
It is testing the limits but my mind waits.

More roads I See
I try to take some steps forward
And find pebbles called uncertainty
Cant get thru them if the mind acts coward

A Light shows up somewhere
It urges me to carry on
Yet again another mirage
When shall I see the Dawn?

Forty Third

As you enter the iron box..
The body knows its going to be long
The body challenges
Carrying the pain, the numbness, the idleness, the constraints
Its long and the body endures

As you enter the iron box..
The heart knows its going to be long
The heart beats
Feeling the time stop, the patience, the impatience, the loneliness
Its long and the heart knows.

As you enter the iron box..
The mind knows its going to be long
The mind wanders
Thinking thru the past, along the present, back from future, Outside, Inside
Its long and the mind waits…..!!!


P.S: This was written in the 43rd hour of a 54 hr journey from banglore to delhi.. hence the name :)