footsteps>across the universe...

you turned around.
a brief smile escaped your lips,
u left me on the swing,
the girl with the apple red klips.


i wouldnt let go
of your mild cherry scent
but i realized there werent
anymore "together" days,left to be spent.


the light-blue breeze
carried your unbroken voice,
which froze us in time
and left us no other choice.


i bent down to see
what had just kissed my hand,
they were promises from you,
from some faraway land.


the twinkle in your blackest eyes
entrapped me,that noon
it told me,"wait for me,
and I will see YOU soon."

*spare...

you mis-pronounced my name
ebon darkness cumbered your shame.
your tribal dance,
befuddled my stance.
u leapt-once,twice,thrice....
yet,failing to batten the rolling dice.
then i lost count...

u ran forward,and came to a halt
i took a step backward,
not realising my fault.
your nose,was an inch from mine
and then you,drew a line.
"mercy,my angel...this isnt her",
i distinctly,heard you murmer.

you let out a racous scream
and made me realize,this wasnt a dream.
you were DEATH...
or maybe you,werent.
whoever,you were....
you,provoked me to live on
with a smile,which will last..
till the end of the breaking dawn.(self-defence)

stagnation of a *bubble...

CHILDHOOD IS NOT FROM BIRTH TO A CERTAIN AGE,AND "AT" A CERTAIN AGE:

tangible dreams.
strings of a,b,c,d....
eye spy-hunting treks.
forceful mango showers.
being a member of "sahara" family.
runny noses,peeing off-guard.
re-runs of "dekh bhai dekh".
waking up 2 friends screamin at me,for delaying our game.
screenings of bruno and simon birch.
and devoting my "study time" to mary poppins,anasthesia,pochahontas,antz,aristrocats and POOH!!!(sperms)



THE CHILD "IS" GROWN,AND PUTS AWAY CHILDISH THINGS:

PAST.
beginning,givin way 2 an ending-to a "triode" friendship.
walks in leaf carpeted alleys from 9-9:30pm,wid skipping heartbeats.
meaningful hugs,and lip-smacking pickles from didu!
11th june.buntane."life-long-sister".
terrace addas.cloud catchings.
"all play and no work" ISA meetings.
impatient "prolonged" waitings in principal's office.
orange city lights against pitch black canvas.
dawn struck park-circus.
"up and down" wranglings,regarding script writing.
winter silence.
silent screams.
midnight song dedications,prior to icse.
cursing humanity,for creating such "heavy" histories.
transformation of my bedsheet into a world-map,dotted with high and low pressure regions.(for geography exam.
beginig of another heart-touching "triode"friendship.
29th march.
wondering about "accidents" and my "accidental existence"
surrenders,as midnight shoulder...
waiting for the tie to be handed and knotted.
arousings.
alas!!!breaking a few promises and hearts.
(sperms)



CHILDHOOD IS THE KINGDOM WHERE,NOBODY DIES:

PRESENT----
oblique dreams.
shinchan.
"butterflies in stomach" seeing,someone.
waiting for harry potter book release,which is never going to happen,again.
carbon compounds.
vexing vectors.
spinnin spiryogyara.
.........................and...ALAAAS!!!THE "MARQUEE ATTRACTIONIST"---bilawaal.....bilawaal bhutto!*drools*
so what if i havent joined"dont kill him coz he's hot"-like communities in facebook...
i can still manage,to like him"quietly" cant i?
(sperms)


conclusion---i grew up...surrounded by sperm models/stuffed toys/sperm t-shirts/sperm magz/n more....n more of "spermed" stuff...thanks to my mother's existence as a succesful,doctor!

a lemon yellow afternoon...

...and only if you are yellow,enough
will it whisper to you
inbetween muffled coughs,
"i have the strength to carry you"...
it will follow,
shadowing your steps until they fade
halo-ing you,with the lemon
of afternoon shades.

it will leave,no strings "unattached"
no promises will be snatched...
yet it would owe you,nothing in return
it will show you dreams and make you earn
a way for the
deeper understanding of each day.

the old man,
(who comes often in every touching song,and story...)
blackened with the ghost of the sun
wizened with age,would smile,
while...
the willy wonka of the 49th street
would dance upon the concrete
his dejection
captured by elation
atlast he had the sun-shine
which he could call "mine"!

she sat by the staircase,
with a red ribbon in hand
listening to the pomp
of the marriage-party-band.
it made her wishful,
she was waiting for her turn
but the noon told her,
she was yet to learn.

here and there,
loners,lovers,friends,
families,and even maker-of-trends...
all are estranged in this worldly hell,
captured by the "lemon-yellow"spell!
if it makes them happy...
then why does it make you sad?
if it makes them SO cheerful
it must ,aswell,...make you glad!

through and out---of the chaosphere...****

blah blah blah!!!!...dhicchikk dhichhiiikkkkkk!
hang on...am not morbid,worried,or revengeful now...PREVIOUSLY I WAS,n t'was important for me to reflect wat i was feeling.
n the only way 4 me 2 do dat, was-2 write behind my chem copy,which(due to its lack of chem equations n prblems,in it)...has been the victim of my,drotted emotions for pretty,sometime!!!!oderwise,i cant bare to snatch the peaceful slumber frm the eyes of my snoring sister,wid the sound of harmony,of my fits of "breaking cacophony"!!!!

well,i LOVE echoing my anger thru poems(they neednt b adored 4,they barely represent to u)
and its ok,if u dont like 'em....
COZ U R NOT S'PPOSD 2!....nd for ur xtra knowledge
i wud suggest that u can listen to the ceiling fan(only if it hasnt been oiled,for a long tym)....if u're tryin ur best 2 avoid the sound of snores!....

ummm....btw,its nawt dat,am a bra-burning feminist(am nt sure,whether dis term xists or not)but..i wud lyk 2 put forward my views across to ppl...hu think...girls are all about-playin wid barbies/cosmetix/fashion magazines/n gossip.......!!!
blieve me,I CAN KICK UR ASS,BETTER THAN THE BOYFRIEND OF UR CRUSH WUD EVER BE ABLE TO kick it!........"serious-talk" apart.......have u evr seen a TIYAMUKHO GIRGITI(PARROT FACED CHAMAELEON)????....

btw,to MY lonely gay---ur a gay,SO UR NAWTT S'PPOSD 2 UNDERSTAND MY CONFLICTING EMOTIONS!!!
n to my BEMUSED GIT---u hav olredy had ur share of collision,wid none ODER DAN POTTY,.......SO ITS EASY 4 U 2 SAY...WATEVR U had SAID!!!(BAZAZOO...BUJAKOO...WATEVR it WAS)

Hmmmm....WATCH OUT FOR MORE OV DOSE rustic duddy poems...*I CAN SEE D LOOK UPON UR FACE....so i sympathise wid u,n i promise nawtta write 'em down agen!!!*

p.s>>>to people who are confused(dat WUD BE QUITE A NUMBER)....dnt try 2 untie-ur CCONFUSED KNOTS...coz its useless....n u wudn loose nethin if u r unable 2 decipher dis post!n...I JUST REALIZED,DAT A PERSON I had LIKED(4 only a coupla days)WAS AXUALLY A "GRAMMO-DHANROSH"(village-ladies-finger).................SHAME ON ME!!!

my orkut fortune says--"ur talented in many ways"....after a long spell of"serious trouble will bypass u"....YUPPPY!!!!

"your hunger".

if i were a sweeper,i wouldn't be...
cleaning around
empty bottles,lost n found.
"VISITING HOURS" are over now,
and you should think about...
how you broke your vow.
i dont wanna be your fractured heart
so,u better stitch up the hole urself n part...
lest,should i know
what are you hungry for!

if i were a doctor
i wouldn't be bandaging
your wounds,boy.
let the antiseptic lick it
and you better hurry down the lane
before your other clinic
closes n shuts the window panes...
i do know
what are you hungry for!

if i were a pseudonym
i wouldn't be you.
i would be rummaging around
for "missing emotions"
and not your crooked dictions,
i can imagine how,
you must be feeling now
slouching against life,itself
crying out for non-existent help...
and i still know
what are you hungry for!


if i was a bottom drawer,
i wouldn't be hiding your secrets
the white noise,
makes me hate your poise'...
so show me the back door
and then you can call in your whore.
yet,if i show up,
DO thank me cause...
i WILL manage to remember
what are you hungry for!

if.............

If I were a beginning, I would be:-the end
If I were a month, I would be:-april
If I were a day of the week, I would be :– Friday
If I were a time of day, I would be: - 4.3o am
If I were a planet, I would be:-venus
If I were a season, I would be:-The onset of monsoon
If I were a sea animal, I would be:- A polar bear
If I were a direction, I would be:-south-west
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be:- An arm chair
If I were a sin, I would be:-pagan passion
If I were a liquid, I would be:-a cognac shot.
If I were a fraud/scare, I would be:- A divongee.
If I were a gem, I would be:-opal
If I were a tree, I would be:- mahogany
If I were a tool, I would be :-A swiss army knife
If I were a flower/plant, I would be :-lavendar
If I were a kind of weather, I would be:-A thunderstorm
If I were a musical instrument, I would be:- A saxophone
If I were an animal, I would be:-a baby panda
If I were an emotion, I would be:-hate
If I were a vegetable, I would be:-A brinjal
If I were a sound, I would be:- the sound of pouring rain.
If were an element, I would be:-water.
If I were a car, I would be:-Lamborghini Diablo.
If I were a song, I would be:-sad but true
If I were a food, I would be:-steak(bitter sweet saucy)
If I were a place, I would be:-cambridge country-side
If I were a material, I would be:-cotton.
If I were a taste, I would be:-toxic.
If I were a scent, I would be:-jadore
If I were a religion, I would be:-nothing

If I were a sentence, I would be:-"its not always rainbows n butter-flies,its compromising that moves us along"/"dont judge a wiseman-by the colour of his skin"/"my heart's lyk an open book,4 the whole world to read".........

If I were a body part, I would be:-A toe.
If I were a facial expression, I would be:-the xpression on the face of a teen-ager wen he or she recieves the 1st n UNEXPECTED kiss,4m d opposite sex.
If I were a subject in college, I would be:-animation
If I were a shape, I would be:-pyramid!!
If I were a quantity, I would be:- Infinity+1..
If I were a colour, I would be:-Black
If I were a thing, I would be:-a walking stick
If I were a landmass, I would be:-Indian peninsula
If I were a book, I would be:-choice by nicholas sparks
If I were a monument, I would be:-The trafalgar square
If I were an artist, I would be:-myself
If I were a collection of poems, I would be:-Wilderness and American Night by Jim Morrison
If I were a landscape, I would be:-a sloping green meadow
If I were a watch, I would be.- punctual!
If I were God, I would be:-clueless
If I were a vowel, I would be: I
If I were a consonant, I would be:V
If I were a formula, I would be:-complex
If I were a Science, I would be:-Physics
If I were a famous person, I would be.:-oprah winfrey
If I were an electronic equipment, I would be:-a grinder
If I were sport, I would be:-para-sailing
If I were a movie, I would be:-a beautiful mind.
If I were a cartoon, I would be:-pooh!
If I were a scientist, I would be:-Einstein
If I were a relation, I would be:-A friend
If I were alone, I would be:- non-existent
If I were a question, then I would be:-"am i that scared of life?"
If I were a hobby, I would be:-diggin further in2 music
If I were a habit, I would be:-helping
If I were in an atom, I would be:-francium
If I were an end, I would be:-The Beginning!
If I were you, I would be:-wanting to put this quiz on my own blog!