Dr. Jekyll, Meet Mr. Hyde

I know you. I so know you.

that's what few claim.
 

What aches even worse 

I have known you for years!

I can anticipate your moves!

Seriously??

Omg!! You're so predictable.

I always knew you'd do this.

Again... seriously??

All that's seen around now-a-day are lips

Lips- lying, loving, ludicrous lips.
 

Lips that weave woe and wonder into the tapestry of people's heated heart. 

Lips that form a smile; so resolute, so non committal, so beautiful that it breaks the heart every time you see it's curve creeping onto your face. 

Lips that know the warmth of your sun,

that are the gravity of earth.
Lips; latent, loving, lawless lips.

Lips in lieu of nothing less than love, 

lips that lure you in with the melodies and the memories that slip from between them.

And then the other kind of lips.

The one's with make up which doesn't look made up

The flawless lips  

Lips that hide the secrets sitting on the tongue; 

secrets that could shake cities and break bodies. 

Lips that know to speak

but know not the language of the heart

Lips that can only belittle your soul

Lips that intend to break you whole

Lips that weave words worse than some curse

Lips that only shine and shimmer

Lips that verbose

Lips that pose 
These are the lips which suck the most

Lips that chew your patience

Lips that never have good intention

     

But here's the clue

Forget not,

You've got lips too!!

Forget not,

People can't distinguish fiction from reality

Until they meet either of the two

And say if you're one of my kinds

whose lips speak

what the heart holds

then you got nothing to worry at all

Because, Loose lips do sink ships

Although tied ones do not save them either

Not in the world in which we've grown

So the next time, some mr or miss smartypants tests you

don't think karma shall act

because karma's a bitch

she's a bitch

because we all have made her one

it's time to set her free

What shall nourish you, can destroy you.

It's about time we learn to use our lips for a good purpose

It's about time we learn to make good choices

It's about time we learn that what caused us the most pain was not so much of our suffering, it was from what we had said ourselves about what had happened"

It's about time we learn that we can always learn

there's no age for making mistakes

and there's no greater hope to you, than you yourself.

Man's a social animal. 

Feed it, in the time of hunger

Tame it, in the time of anger 

Discharge it, in the time of evil

Free it, in the time of love.

UNITY IN DIVERSITY

"To believe in something, and not to live it, is dishonesty." - Mahatma Gandhi

Sometimes, just sometimes, the adult in each one of us wakes up, worries, prepares and plans for what lies ahead.
This pseudo-serious adult in you/me ‘visualizes’
whilst the child inside, continues to dream :)

Surprisingly, most of us, turn out to posses a certain sense of social responsibility & pride, and at some point in our lives, we may have dreamed of an ideal nation, or at least cribbed about how we are & wondered if we could ever be….

To a social worker, an ideal India is one bereft of poverty & devoid of disease.
But…
I am not such an activist;

I am only a young dream talking.

Through my eyes I only see,
A nation where the poor manage to laugh, and the rich bow down to cry ;
A nation where children learn whilst they study ;
A nation where the souls speaks and the lips merely mouth;

…where the eyes dance and the feet merely move;
A nation that is a colorful collage of astounding similarities within celebrated differences.
A nation that smiles through tears and strives for success;
A nation that fights until she falls;
A nation that rises every time she lays!!

A country where,

Safety is secure, and peace wholesome ;
Where religion is revered and each life treasured ;
Where God is love, and love, unbidden.
Where passion is searing, and every celebration a festivity;

A country where, 
Equality is a given, and corruption remains unheard of ;
Where happiness is rapturous, and sorrow cursed upon ;
Where truth is a vow
..And betrayal, a sin!!

A land where,

Laughter booms and tears dry;
Where a smile redeems and, hope reigns supreme!
A country that promises to never dilute it’s essence with western influx;
A nation of orange tigers and incense sticks and spice;
A nation of silk sarees and heavy gold and jasmine flowers;
A country of vivid colors, and beautiful women;
A land of liquid sunshine and bamboo trees and cloth cradles on coconut palms!!
A land that vows to forever stay, INDIA :)

A country ,
Where pride is fire;
Where spirit is DUTY;
Where freedom is fearless;
Where fragrance is SOIL!!

And this is me- a mere dream.
A young dream.
A dream that ought not to be crushed by indifference
A dream that ought not to be trampled by ignorance

Together, we can architect a beautiful, beautiful nation;
Together, we can rejoice!
Together, we can start living.

So tomorrow let each one of us be awaken by a new character, a new aura,

Sixty-five years after its actual occurrence.
Let’s be proud to be An Indian.

. . . . .Not only after a bomb-blast or a world cup victory, but then forever!!

The Enigma

"If you wish to seek it, you'll find it. But if you wish to not use it, only then you may get it."
 

It is the mountain,

It is the Earth,
It is your only mirth.
It is passion,

It is insane,

It is fear without the pain.
It is pure,

It is cold,
It is the secret untold.

It blurs your visions,

It blurs your pain,
It is your reason to remain.

It is the sunshine through the rain,

It was the secret when she came.
It was fresh,

It was new,
It made ME say I do.

....

It is the bruise when you fall hard,
It is the shadow behind the stars.
It is the sea when she is rough,
It are your feet when you've tread enough.
It is the passion you feel inside,
It is the color of the cupid’s eyes.

It is the rose in full bloom,
It is the song when you sing a different tune.
It is the rage you feel inside,
It is the passion you cannot hide.
It is the night before the storm,
It is the color when I'm all worn.

It is the vitality in life,
It is power, It is strife.
It is love, It is pain,
It is the thunder without the rain.
....

It is the blood of the untouched virgin,

It is all well worth merging.

It is the anger, It is the love,
It is the secret from above.

It is a feeling,

It is a game,
It is the thunder without the rain.
It is the hurt through the fear and the pain,

It is the moment which you can't refrain.
It is the star,

It is the sky,
It is the secret between You and I.
....

It is the blood that lives in your soul,
It is the place you look for when you’re old.
It is a secret,

It is solace
It is that other place.
It is fire,

It is ice
It are your feelings when you stop being nice.
....

It is your shadow,

It is your pain,

It is your sunshine through the rain,

It is where you go when you have nothing to gain,

It is what you see when there's no one left to blame.

It is truth,

It is life.
Its your only vice.
....

It is the sun,

It is the light

It is for what you must fight.

It can wash away your pain,

It can take away your gain.
It is the truth,

It is cold,
It is the secret untold.
It is your shadow in the rain,
It are your lovers eyes

..after you've won the game.

....

It is insatiable

It is due,

It is pure

It is true.

It is the only cure,

It is all that you can do.

It are the moans

It can fleet,

It is the beat between the sheets.
It can spring you onto your feet.

It is satisfaction,

It is pain
It is sunshine without the rain.
It is yours,

It is mine,
It is always twined in time.

It is your HEART > MIND 

Simple is silly

The road seemed straightforward
Stretching on for miles
Thought I could see what lay ahead
A sudden spin
A chaotic turn
I stand here - the road speeds ahead
Leaving me in the dust of yesterday
Immobile, so far behind, counting shadows in the dark
Clutching at fragments of nothingness
Hallucinating into something more
I tear myself
..every second
..every minute
..every day
just to get a glimpse of

What’s next?
It kills me as it kills you
Life - it happens to the best of us!!

Live for the Greater Good

"Right over wrong" OR "Good over evil" :: What's your choice?

We all have a perspective
Theories about various things
Situations.
People.
We assess situations in a random partially interested way.
Pick up what we like about it -
And then give up all our life in fabricating a half witted elucidation of it.
Eventually it's to hell with reality all together and we start weaving fiction in our delusional head.
And it's not just one person.
That's why "we"
Its pretty much everyone.
The pretty ones
The smart ones
The self loathing ones
The narcissists-

We build and build
And tear down a little
And then build again
Tear and build
Tear and build
And what with all this psychological construction and demolition,
We wake up one day and we've completely lost track of what’s really going on??

...
Given it up for whatever movie script our mind was writing for us.
Our idealistic, captivating movie script.
Idealistic is not necessarily the happy us.

Just the way we’d like to see ourself as,

You.
Your movie.
Your vision.

Like those fight scenes in The Matrix where they grew hair and wore cool sunglasses and suits.

Okay, I killed it!!!

Anyway..

It’s all fine when it’s restricted to your head.
But, what do you do, when your personal libretto becomes an hindrance to the true story?
Which is what happens most of the time.

"You look at me, I look at you.

Neither of us know what to do."

The problem with us is that we don’t know our punctuation.
We don’t know when we should put the commas, the semi colons, the exclamation marks, the hyphens…
And we nearly never know when or what calls for a full stop
So we live, live in this cyclical tizzy, over emphasizing, under emphasizing and in some cases, forgetting the emphasis altogether

Have you ever had a moment where you knew the only one who could change the ending was you?
The only person that could put an end to long sighs, short breaths, sleepless nights – that person was you?
And still you paused, pen in hand, hurting, confused and full of things you didn’t know you could feel
And the pen stayed in your hand, as you hesitated over and over and over again to just put the full stop?
You questioned, you exclaimed, you underlined
But you didn’t put that one tiny little dot

There are Lexis we hear and words we write
There are thoughts we think and feelings that make us wince
There are songs we hear, again and again, until the words are ingrained in our brain
Songs that play even without the music
Songs we hear over and over, shutting eyelashes tight over watery eyes,
Songs we hear, wincing at what we feel, at what they make us think
Songs we hear, sometimes even hating them, their lyrics, the way we suffer when they pick up

My song is picking up now and it’s tragic and kind of ridiculous,

Seriously!! how I hate and love it at the same time…
 

There is this road...

It does have an end.

We just don't see it.

So the best key is to draw commas, postpone of what you don’t know of the end - 

And say if there is an end, it better to continue with commas,

I'd always put commas, as much as I can.
I find them better than drawing scars.

Albus Dumbledore: Now, I must ask you this Harry, one last time, is there something you wish to tell me?
Harry Potter: You see Sir, I couldn't help wondering, that Lord Voldemort and I have many similarities.
Albus Dumbledore: Harry, do you know why you speak Parsel tongue? Because Lord Voldemort could speak Parsel tongue too. And I believe that,the night when Lord Voldemort gave you that scar, he also gave you some of his powers.

Harry Potter: Lord Voldemort, gave his powers to ME?
Albus Dumbledore: Not intentionally, but, Ahh yes.

Harry Potter: Then, then... Sorting Hat was right!! I should have been in Slytherin House.
Albus Dumbledore: Ah! yes. You possess most of the qualities of Lord Voldemort. Determination. Resourcefulness. And mind you when I say, a nerve to break rules too.

   .....Then, why is it that, the sorting hat, placed you in Gryffindor House?

Can you tell?

Harry Potter: Hmm... Cause I asked him too?
Albus Dumbledore: Exactly Harry. Exactly...

...That's why you are not like him. That's why you are different.

"It is not our abilities that show us what we are, Harry.

It is our choices."

Behind the Veil

"To go wrong in one's way is better than to go right in someone else's...
..Truth never escapes"
 

“Oh my God, you look gorgeous; you HAVE to wear THIS one! It’s perfect!” one declares.

“Eeeeeee HOW do you stay this pretty?! It’s just NOT fair!”, squeals another.

“You’re so lucky, seriously, you got insanely pretty eyes and the curves! I’ve seen the boys look at you!”, a third complains.

She fakes a smile, struts about the room in the dress from Hell and heels that pinch her toes, grin coquettishly at her friends and strike a pose.

They burst out in laughter at the theatrics..

..Until the quietest one whispers from the corner of the room, “Look in the mirror, sweetie. You like what you see, right?”

Suddenly, she’s hushed.

She averts her gaze to avoid eye contact, lest she’d see the truth threatening to give itself away.

The cold, guarded truth.

What you ask?

Do you really want to know?

And then it hits her, right inside the gut.

Behind a veiled face, there exists..
Eyes hollow.

Lifeless limbs, a weary, exhausted, forced smile.

A withdrawn personality, a pained existence.

A battling attempt, a defensive field.

A space-craving individual, an incessant nag.

A worthless person, a megalomaniac.

A dulled brain, an intelligent girl.

A pretty face, a dark expression.

A murky shadow, a dazzling live-wire.

And that’s when I realize: We’ve been raised to be schizophrenic; an appearance of perfection and cohesiveness is a lot more important than genuine feelings.

To be persuasive, you must be believable.

To be believable, you must be credible.

To be credible, you must be truthful.

Mirror mirror, on the wall....

..You don't serve the real purpose at all !!

Smirks***

To Errr is Human

"Realize how careful one must be with hate-

For you become what you hate too much" - Lawrence Durrell

 I hate...

-Awkward silences

-Girls with a size zero frame and big empty heads

-Kissing back

-Math

-Too much sun

-Being vulnerable

-Guilt

-Waiting

-Needing someone

-Conformists

-Promises

-Crying

-Red hair that fades

-People who pretend to be 'holier-than-thou' and then slyly stab you in the back

-Boys

-Girls who Need boys

-Star Wars

-Jazz music

-Loneliness

-Saying bye

-Falling

-Pain

-Feeling

-Not feeling

-People who think they can tell me what to do

-People who don't know what they want to do

-Pompous asses

-Lizards

-Insecurity

-Losing control

-Smiling till your face hurts

-War

-Raised voices

-Anything frilly or floral

-Death

It's ironic how most of the things we hate are those that remind us of our self.

And that, my friends, is "closure"

"That's all folks."

The Oyster and the Morsel of Sand

"Who has never tasted bitter, knows not what is sweet"

My presence lies true to purity,

Of my existence there is no surety,

Courage defines me,

Cheaters are-

A deep-seated animosity

You looked for me in all your songs

In love, in passion and in pushovers

My spirit lied captured in discarded choices,

Unseen faces and unspoken voices;

In broken hearts, in photographs,

In wounds that failed to heal,

My secrets and my identity

Stayed unrevealed.

Carried away by your whispers,

Visible in the glow of starlight

Of the mystic, magic night,

And the bright sun burnt sunlight.

I was present in the deep sea,

that shimmered in the breeze

For you,

I rode on those dark waters,

In breathtaking dreams,

In lonesome forests,

Beneath misty mountain seams

I lured God in all my prayers

And went hungry in my desires,

I wandered, and

Each time

Life captured me into a new body,

Leaving me deprived

Of beauty and rhyme.

Behold, there took a birth!

In a rich mans ditch,

In a poor mans hole,

And once more in the

Name of life, there was

Murder of my soul.

Forgone moments and laughter,

If you were to find,

They’ve been well replaced by time.

But in spring time

The flowers still blossom

The glaciers continue to glide

Time still fleets

The world still spins

Evil continues to win

Yet love’s pure

Greed has no cure

Dawn still follows on

Wars still go on

Change chose

Us,

No matter how much

I try and revive,

lost times,

They appear ingrained in that

photo frame,

But you should know

That even though,

Now you belong to my past,

“Love” shall always last.

It took us two, to create

It took us two, to end.

For every tale has a moral,

Even if ours wasn’t grand,

An oyster can do a lot

With a morsel of sand.

“What couldn’t we do, if we’d only begin,

With some of the things, that get under our skin”

....................................

Now we're back to the beginning

it's a feeling that no one knows yet

But just because they can't feel it too

doesn't mean that we have to forget

Let the memories grow stronger and stronger

until they are before your eyes

I'll come back

when you call me.

There's no need to say, goodbye.