We , the Indians.

This is for you. My city went through something yesterday. Something uncalled for. Something, that will be remembered by most of my people for a long time. They will not forgive. They will not forget. These wounds don’t heal soon. And we won’t let the bleeding stop.

My people . Mark these words. You have hurt them. You have tried again and again to break us, to make us loose our spirit. To make us feel alone and scared. I do not know who you are. I have not seen your faces. It maybe that you have a good reason for what you have done, maybe you do not. You might have been picked up on, wronged, persecuted for some event you were alien to. Maybe you are fighting for a perceived right. Maybe it is religion. Maybe it’s the money. Maybe it’s not.

Whatever your reasons maybe, what you have done is make us bleed. You have taken a few of us hostages, you have let a few of us slowly bleed onto oblivion and some of us you have just blown up with your explosions, into a void where the rest of us cannot get to them. Worse still, some of us you have left hanging at the death’s door, wondering if our names will be called. However there is one thing common amongst all of us. You have left us scarred. Some of us physically and some of us emotionally. Things will never be the same again.

Let me make one thing clear. We, all of those who you have hurt, are not just a country, but a family. I have read the pledge on the first page of my school textbooks, the one that states India is my country. All Indians are my brothers and sisters. Yes , we do fight, we do quarrel and sometimes raise our hands on each other. We have our own complications. But then which family does not? Look at us. You may think we are different. We have different hues, languages , behavior, accent , faiths and temperaments. We are a diverse family, demographically as well as geographically and I do not deny this. We have our own issues and agendas. But mark my words. We may not be one, but we are the same. A family.

We fight amongst ourselves, but we do not entertain others to interfere in our family affairs. Yes, we will settle out our petty quarrels as well as our big feuds. We never asked for an arbitrator, and yes we do not welcome external aggression. For the name sake we are divided into a million communities, but frankly, it’s not about being a ‘Marathi manoos’, a ‘Bhaiya’ , a ‘Gujrati’ or a ‘Punjabi’ or any other names we give each other or ourselves. It’s not about being a Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Christian , Zoroastrian, Jew, Buddhist or the hundred other faiths we follow. To you were are and should be, just ‘INDIANS’. And as I have told you, we are a family. You hurt anyone in the family. You hurt all of us. Oh, and we don’t take getting hurt kindly.

Yesterday my mothers and sisters have twisted uncomfortably in their beds wondering if their son’s and husbands , brothers and friends will all come home safe. The guests to my family, they have been hurt too. We have been up all night, jamming the mobile networks to check up on all our near and dear ones. You have spoilt our sleep, our peace and mostly our kindness. My sleep has been destroyed by your activities. We have lost our family members. How do we forgive? Or how do we forget?

Yet I do not know your face. I do not know why you have done this. Maybe I want to know this. Maybe I don’t. However I do know that you have not succeeded. Our family members have died due to your actions. More of them died trying to stand up to you. That’s what a family is all about. None of those who tried to stop you wondered what faith or country the hostages were. None of the people who helped rush the wounded on the streets to the hospitals, or let others into their home for shelter wondered if the person they are taking in was a Ram, Khan , Singh or Richard. They just knew that their family was in danger. They did what a family does. And today, while the conflict is still on, most of my family members are out already, doing their daily chores. Their jobs, their work, or just taking care of the rest of us. They will spread this message. We stand together, we stand tall.


We have each other’s back, no matter what initial impressions about us say. And we do not break that easy. We refuse to do so. Not now, never.

I Don't need you

I guess i'v made it obvious enough,
our conversations have been but a few,
And in case you got it all wrong let me spell it out,
I Don't need you.

You've been there to pull me down,
The whole deal stinks like a public Loo,
And just on record i'm repeating myself,
I Don't need you.

When ever i tried to be happy and glad,
You've forced me to feel blue,
And just in case it didn't quite register,
I Don't need you

A hundred people about us whisper,
and wonder why outta proportion this situation blew,
And this, yes this is for their special benefit,
I Don't need you

And though this is not addressed,
You probably know who i refer too,
heck , if your still reading this pathetic excuse for a poem,
One last time , for your benefit ... I Don't need you

The Silly love song!!

They think that I'm going crazy,
that I'm obsessed with you,
I couldn't care less about that baby,
Since I'm in love with you.

When you're around the sun comes out,
The sky turns a lovely blue,
So it's been spring all this time,
Since i'v been lovin you!

Without your smile the day goes dark,
The flowers refuse to bloom,
And a little voice in my head whispers,
"It's all because of you".

A hundred ways to make you mine,
I'v tried out quite a few,
The last i knew i gave up Olives,
All cus I love you!

They think that i'm going crazy,
That I'm obsessed with you,
I couldn't care less about that baby,
Since I'm in love with you.

The Tempest of change

Another day and nothing's changed at all,
The world whirls around as i endlessly fall,
I look around wildly but there's no one to call,
And then i find myself , back to a brick wall.


No deed too great,
no worry too small,
I don't want to beg no more,
No, i don't want to crawl.
It's been a long time coming,
But now its here to stay,
And in the darkness i see it,
a faint glimmer or light far away.

While through the Darkness it is that i wade,
as the storm ravages and the world fades,
looks like i'm finally getting out of my checkered past,
and moving forward to meet my Destiny at last.

Beautiful day!!!!

It's been long enough i say,
since that long gone new year's day,
a blurred memory, a shadowy past,
though the images just don't seem to last.

I've been waiting for you all this while,
standing patiently at your corner with a ready smile,
Shivering silently, drenched by the rain,
looking out for you, till the lights began to wane.

Beyond reason, muting the pain,
the flashbacks make me go insane,
the blur of your presence , the heaven scent,
but maybe I'm just stuck too long in the moment.

I've re-opened this book today,
and I see that most of your pages have torn away,
and it's making me smile as i pen this down and say,
Good lord , today's a beautiful day!

The Four letter word

FLASHBACK

One of the most over-hyped words in the world today is probably the four letter word as we know it. A hundred thousand people claim to be in it, a few million here and there claim to have felt it and a few billion believe in it... The rest however believe that it is a purely hypothetical and convenient arrangement. This is where my story started. Just another morning. And that’s when I saw her.

The world stood still, as time seemed to rapidly diminish into immateriality. There she stood, as fresh as the early morning dew on the petals of an exotic flower, enticing exciting and endearing all at one time. A sparkle in the light brown eyes, enough to set your heart ablaze when you looked at her, and yet amongst that warmth , when her soft gaze met yours, a chill up your spine , up to your heart in a flash , like a cold fist nestling around the embers of it’s warmth. Refusing to melt, refusing to let go, yet infuriating the blaze instead of extinguishing it. There she was the angel of my eyes. Standing in front of me in person.

You would expect. This to be the most comforting thing in the world, but frankly in this world, nothing is as it seems. Her aura shone though her mortal presence, and she glimmered in many a brilliant lights. A scene like which you have never seen. A subtle aroma of her fragrance clouded my mind, made me loose my mind. Everyone knew I was in it…. Over my head. But me, I realized it too late. When the lights had dimmed, she had gone, I had never got her. Flashed passed, a distant memory. A midsummer’s night’s dream.

And that is exactly where I stand at the moment; In that peculiar condition, as if awaking from a deep slumber. I wow to find out what magic this is. This four letter word. It did things to me I never though possible and it is one mystery I will unravel. In an effort to bring to light the truth, I shall play investigator trying to get to the bottom of this mystery. It is a long dark and dangerous journey. Where this will lead, who knows? And yet, it has to be done. The future beckons. Nothing is going to be the same again.

I write this as my diary as I decide to set out on this journey. It is a dark and rarely trodden path. I might come back, changed, permanently scarred, if at all I return. I shall however appreciate any sort of feedback or questions as I traverse this path. The journey has begun. I set out now.

The End

Looking out of the window far away,
The sun sinks low, the lights fade,
But as the brilliant orange fades to grey,
A restless mind begins to stray.

Unable to focus on the task at hand,
Remembering the fairy with her magic wand,
The dazzling eyes, the brilliant smile,
To get over it all would take a while.

Along the road the ocean roars,
As it mirrors his fury upon the sea shore,
The wind screams, the heavens weep,
In the form of rain its tears sweep.

In his head is a deafening sound,
Oblivious to what is going on around.
Narrowly missing by a speeding car,
Lost in her thoughts, so near yet so far.

Amidst the darkness the light he finds,
It calms his heart, clears his mind,
A different road, from now he would tread,
His story with that princess had just end.