Labyrinth..

Lead me and then leave me,
Each time in different ways,
You delight,you disappoint,
A maze that ceases to amaze.

I keep staring at you,
You amuse,you confuse,
I ask just question of you,
The answer you always refuse.

Intrigued,I delve deeper,
And just get more lost in you,
More I try deciphering you,
You just bring me back when you want to.

A part of me wants to stop moving ahead,
But I am like the mice on the wheel,
Countless hours I try resisting uselessly,
It's as if with the devil I made a deal.

Deceiving me with every turn,
Then providing passages to make me think,
Till I lose all desire to leave you,
You are my Labyrinth.

Pappu Ki Tharak..

Pappu baitha tha in office,
Umar ho gayi thi uski tees,
Ghar ho ya ho office ki building,
Har jagah try karta fielding.

Tharak,Pappu ki Tharak,
Na bachi koi gali,na koi sadak.

Par kaise milegi koi ladki,
Jab zindagi mein ho kadki,
7 digit salary ek sawaal,ek khwaab,
Fir Pappu ki tharak ne diya use jawaab.

Pappu beta kar le tu MBA,
CAT dekar pahuncha IIM K,
Pappu ko laga he is in heaven,
Campus mein paayi 35% women.

Tharak,Pappu ki Tharak,
Na bachi koi gali,na koi sadak.

Pappu chahe ladkiyaan saari,
par har ladki ne use GPL maari,
Pappu hua udaas,bana Devdas,
Raat mein daaru aur din mein grass.

Placement ne badhaye Pappu ke gum,
Location paayi Kunnamanglam,
Beete kuch saal,Pappu bana ek Cheta,
Aur us se bada kameena,nikla uska beta,

Pappu ki tharak use paas on hui thodi,
Saale ne Kunnamanglam ki ek chechi na chodhi,
Tharak,Pappu ki Tharak,
Na bachi koi gali,na koi sadak.


First attempt at song writing :P

Running In Circles...

She sat there.Pondering.Looking at him.He was happy.His worries seemed forgotten.Among friends.Envy,sadness,affection,all running through her mind.She envied all of them.She rued the fact that he simply refused to acknowledge her with others around.

He sat there.Relieved.Yet he worried about her.She had been acting strange lately.Needy and possessive.Each moment increased his unwillingness to be with her.He was having second thoughts about this relation.He rued all those times he had spent with her.

A forced relation.A relation based on needs.A relationship of convenience.They had met 4 years earlier after his divorce.He had needed his space.Others had advised him both against the separation as well as this relation.But he was drawn to her.She was willing to be with anybody who asked for her company.And the passion with which he desired her,she was always ready to be there for him

But time outgrows needs and he slowly outgrew her.The only problem being that she had become used to him.He was one of the few who had made her feel wanted.

The evening over.He sat in his car.Like always he found her waiting.He started driving.There was not much to say.She was never big on conversation.It always felt as if he was talking to himself not that it mattered much to her.He was happy enough to be wanted.

But for him it was time to move on.He had had enough.He realized that he had the space he needed,but it was just filled with nothingness.

He turned his car around.Drove towards his ex-wife's house.He parked his car and stepped out.Leaving her behind,staring at his back.She was Loneliness.

A Song For You..

Rushing through crowds,
Thousand things to say,
Getting to each other,
& then turning away.

A step forward,
Then two behind,
Believers of destiny,
Happy with what we find.

Separate worlds,
We both belong to,
In different spheres,
with a common view.

So steal a glance,
Share a smile,
Read my mind,
Stay a while.

You being around isn't being with you,
but times together are too few,
And every moment you are there,
is better than one without you.

Hear me out loud today,
singing for just us two,
A song from me,
A song for you.


Writing mush and not writing anything at all..chose the lesser of two evils. :P

Cry..

I know that she will cry,
till her conscience will die,
Dreams will linger awhile,
Moving away mile-by-mile.

Did you hear the pleading voice?
Maybe it got lost in the noise,
Destiny's minor slip,
Alive once,now a fading blip.

The clouds of gloom will part,
The darkness will leave their heart,
Every time she told herself aloud,
whilst her future lay adorned in a shroud.

Used,reused,abused,
to a commodity,an individual reduced,
Her sentence has been read,
Now to the gallows,hope be lead.

Yet,her silence wasn't consent,
Just her faith totally spent,
We simply stood and stared,
While her soul was bared.

As she looks into my cold eyes,
She has stopped questioning 'why'?
Her tears will never run dry,
I know that she will cry.

Artist's Soliloquy

Who am I?

I question myself daily.I am called by so many different names that it befuddles me.

I am an artist.A painter,a sculptor,a musician,a playwright.Sometimes I amaze myself with my talents.

However,unlike most members of my community,I do not revel in the adulation showered upon me.Unlike most my compatriots,I do not take pride in my creations.Unlike most of them,I have no delusions of grandeur.Unlike most,I feel no shame in admitting that my best is behind me.

And yet I find that there is more hype and clamour around me than ever before.Andy Warhol once said,'Death can make you a star';well,I am alive,acclaimed and amused about it.

So,what do I make out of all this?Have you started accepting mediocrity as merit,perceiving destructive as deserving,below-par as brilliance?And if so,who is responsible?Or is it simply that self-appointed intermediaries are doing a fantastic job of moulding your opinions and judgement.

Let me be honest,I believe that you have lost so much of yourself that you need something other than yourself to believe in and it ends up being me.Something which in all the upheaval can still remind you of beauty,tranquility,lucidity.I am fine with the fact.The only problem being,your placing faith in what others say about me,but not in me.

It saddens me to admit that your decline is greater than mine and is perhaps the cause of my downfall too;for an artist can only be as good as his patrons.

Yet you live in a state of denial,believing in my infallibility because you can't care to admit your own decadence.

Generally you pray to me but today I pray to you,step out of your ignorance,leave behind trivialities,forget your differences;you call me God but I am simply the best that's still left in you.

Kupid's Kurriculum..

She was the best example of Pull Marketing,

A product not needing any STP,

There are only 4 Cs for her,

Coz' her competition nobody can be.

To hell with Social Transformation,

For my self-transformation,she's a start,

No need for any reservations,

when she's getting affirmative action from my heart.

Maslow was an old fart,

She's the only motivation I need,

Screw all forms of conditioning,

Whatever she says,I'll pay heed.

In everything I tried 'excel'ling,

but no what-if analysis could analyze her,

Goal-seek was not helping achieve objectives,

Chic Relationship Management(CRM) was a disaster.

From face-to-face to e-mail,

I used all channels of communication,

despite the psychological noises about me that she heard,

She was wooed by coercion and manipulation.

Her demand was inelastic,

and her marginal costs too steep,

while I was trying to create a monopoly,

A perfect competition she was trying to keep.

She was always in a mean mode,

and there was our variance in our thoughts,

There was no median in compromises,

and mutually disjoint lives we finally sought.

My accountant friends consoled me,

that wooing women is a Going Concern,

but if I ever seek a women again,

Remember the Principal of Conservatism.

@Nerds-Please ignore any academic deviations

@Non-nerds- I dont belong to the above group despite the above content