Sighs and other sounds of nostalgia.

Sighs and other sounds of nostalgia.

I don't know whether to call this frustration or sadness, nostalgia or anger. 

I can't put in words what I'm feeling, I only know what I am; like always and maybe like every other feeling. This is one of those extremities and the only way that seems to be is to tell you what I want to. Except I can't frame the speech I want to give to you. I just want to cry, cry loud, knowing that you're somewhere in a different country.

Maybe words would swim in those tears, like fishes in a river. And even then, they'll all be abstract! Times like these I wish I were a telepath!

I sense a rationale for all that and it still feels irrational, all the frustration, anger and sadness. 

It must be nostalgia. What rationale does Swiss fever need? Just the memories we hold together, you and I. They are in plenty. 

Maybe it feels like these when memories crave for repetition... 

The Lazy Death of A Kid

The Lazy Death of A Kid. 

These days, I fear for what I will be a while from now.  No, it's not about my career or something.

You know that feel of losing something you hold/once held dear? Yup, that same feeling is crawling over me.

I once loved food, every form of it (except brinjals, tomatoes, capsicums, bitter gourds etc), And today, when I introspect, food does not tempt me anymore!!! ~thrillingsounds~ 

Worst part of it, ICE CREAM DOES NOT TEMPT ME!! 

I just feel bad that a whole part of myself is just going away to some place unknown, against my wish.

I feel the whims and fancies of 'adulthood' take over my childish self, kill it slowly; I feel a certain cage around me open and yet closed.  Adulthood now seems like a puppeteer and I feel like a puppet.

Someone please cut these threads off, I am a puppet who knows what I'm doing!

You Pure and Perfect Thing!

You Pure and Perfect Thing!

I see you sitting there,

Hair all golden and flowing around you.

So quietly you look outside the window;

As if the world is a silent movie,

Playing like it always does, perpetually.

I hope I'd meet you someday;

Hold those fair hands and play with you.

I want to look into those eyes of yours,

Deep enough to harbour a universe.

I want to look into everything 

You store in that universe.

I want to hold your head and

Swing it from side to side and

Move mine alone with it.

I want to look into your heart,

Filled with love and affection,

Pure and

Void of all malice.

And finally, when I do meet you,

I hope you come barking and

Hold me in a tight embrace,

Paws around my waist,

Your tail wagging  with haste.

I hope you jump around me, 

Onto me,

Like I'm your only friend,

Cookie,

You pure and perfect thing! 

It's More Than Six

It's More Than Six 

The 'Six degrees of separation' doesn't apply;
The separation is of a greater degree,
Say 666 degrees.
Yes, this could be the Tempter's doing.
I'll blame it on whoever I can ,for
Its too large a blame for me to carry, and
Too hurtful for me to admit.

Six steps are no longer small,
They're all lightyears long.
I'm reluctant,
To start the journey;
I don't want trouble
But again,
The distance is just too much.

Photos are divine things, for
They hold you; 
Mirrors along this path
Reflecting your image, 
A mere mirage,
An image that can't describe You,
Someone much more than a physical form.

But, if the quickest way to reach you is a Mirage,
 I will go no more.
I'll settle for this image of yours.
If our hands are not meant to 
Melt into each others',
I'll place my hand on this unreal
Hand of yours, just to see them overlap,
Just to see a form of connection. 

Summer with a breath of Rain

Summer With A Breath Of Rain

Its nice, this summer night, cool and breezy with a fleece of moisture and the smell of rain. 

Everything is just so calm and silent despite the car lights far away, driving on straight roads by the lake. The silence, again, is not dead silence. It's a very serene sort of silence, one with a hint.... as if the weather is speaking to me, in a vague and hazy way..

There's not a single dog barking. 

It is really an amazing form of silence I never really experienced before.

Its like a crooning lullaby of Nature, leaving one part of the world to work and asking one part to sleep peacefully for a new dawn will come with new things, in a routine life.

I really wish I were able to sleep outside. But maybe concrete structures and parent orders are more stronger than this force which could give novelty to anything any second. 

What a waste of such a night!   

Radio.

Radio

I'll be your Radio,

Which you can tune to your will.

I'll be your Radio,

Which plays "Aap ki Farmaish".

I'll be your Radio,

One to carry around.

I'll be your Radio,

One that makes the right sound.

I'll be your Radio,

Playing your favourite song.

I'll be your Radio,

Playing the beats of the heart.

I'll be your Radio,

Be with you when you hit the road.

I'll be your Radio,

Stare at stars along with you.

I'll be your Radio,

To listen to your sadness,

I'll be the Radio,

To listen to your grudges.
I'll be the Radio, 
To make you laugh at Vicco ads

I'll be one to make you jive,

One to make you groove,

One to make you dance,

With all the funky moves;

Salsas and Tangos,

Balls and hula hoops.

And when my charge runs out,

When my cells die,

All I need is, 

Your little smile
To be your Radio,
Forever on, from tonight....