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Visage

What Am I??

Mirror? Or Water?

I reflect people, replicate actions

Flow with ‘em, echo their words.

Imitate art, and am transparent.

Put a shape on me and I gush through.

Mirror? Water? Water? Mirror? I may know not,

But ’ve learnt to delude myself and cruise.

Then why it all elapsed?

Is the mirror ripped? Or the water diluted?

Should I had been more specific? Identity crisis, Is it?

Oh, so it had come to pass,

And it was to ensue.. The Identity crisis..

Like water.. Eventually poured down to be something else!

Like mirror.. With no facade of its own!

“Love Story”

{just play the song and read along}

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We were both young, when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts-
I’m standing there, on a balcony in summer air.

I see the lights; see the party, the ball gowns.
I see you make your way through the crowd-
You say hello, little did I know…

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles-
And my daddy said “stay away from Juliet”-
And I was crying on the staircase-
begging you, “Please don’t go…”
And I said…

Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone.
I’ll be waiting; all there’s left to do is run.
You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess,
It’s a love story, baby, just say yes.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you.
We keep quiet, because we’re dead if they knew-
So close your eyes… escape this town for a little while.
Oh, Oh.

Cause you were Romeo – I was a scarlet letter,
And my daddy said “stay away from Juliet” -
but you were everything to me-
I was begging you, “Please don’t go”
And I said…

Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone.
I’ll be waiting; all there’s left to do is run.
You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess.
It’s a love story, baby, just say yes-

Romeo save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel.
This love is difficult, but it’s real.
Don’t be afraid, we’ll make it out of this mess.
It’s a love story, baby, just say yes.
Oh, Oh.

I got tired of waiting.
Wondering if you were ever coming around.
My faith in you was fading-
When I met you on the outskirts of town.
And I said…

Romeo save me, I’ve been feeling so alone.
I keep waiting, for you but you never come.
Is this in my head, I don’t know what to think-
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said…

Marry me Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone.
I love you, and that’s all I really know.
I talked to your dad — go pick out a white dress
It’s a love story, baby just say… yes.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.

’cause we were both young when I first saw you

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Songwriters: Swift, Taylor Alison

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Now if only this was MY Love Story!

Well, I don’t expect pretty much though, but how I wish, at least, my story should end more like this!!  

Chocolate cookie!  I am so in love with… Happy Endings! :)

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Metamorphosis

metamorphosisThey come.. I strut away

They talk.. I slight

They text.. I delete

They mail.. I Shift+Delete

They say.. I believe

They lie.. I still believe

They feel.. I like

They heel.. I hike

They steel.. I hide

They share.. I care

They care.. I don’t share

So, They love.. But I hate

Then they hate me.. And I still hate

Now why they say… ”You changed!!!” ???

Eerie enough… Eh?

A Feeling So Unknown..

This was during college times, that whenever I got het up of some monotonous dreary agitating lectures, I used to come out to hold myself down at this place, which was nothing more than a side lawn between two departmental blocks and it had a big parking lot on its third side.. and a handsome landscape in-between. Well the overall view was kind of okish.. But after spending almost 45 minutes (i.e. one Nirman period) every day for over 3 whole years.. I ended up writing this..

I don’t know what?

But something is there, that this breezy atmos is low & mild.

I don’t know what?

But something is there, that even leaves swing while falling down..

and these gusty trees celebrate my presence.

I don’t know what?

But something is there, that the mid-day sun smiles at me..

and I love to wander on these streets.

I don’t know what??

But something is there, that I can’t resist checking his very being..

and something magnetizes me towards the place over & over again.

I don’t know what?

But something is there, that I always have a pretext for ‘um..

and I fancy the whole scenario phenomenally.

I don’t know what?

But something is essentially there,

That my eyes are so much acquainted by his sight, as whenever I pick up my pen to write, I discover him sitting right before me and inspiring me to write about him!

Life or no life?

NEH region

“paths of life”

Nothing lives forever here,

life is like one night’s stay,

in an inn where,

we spend it all in play!

play for life

“play to survive”

like a pearl of dew on the window sill..

shining for a moment and then gone!

being alive

“even the bamboo flowers!!”

For no one stays against his will,

and each day is like a new dawn!!

 

That is why,  I think they say.. “Behind the fog lies that beautiful sunshine, and happiness is in the journey and not in the destination!!”