'Coz you get me!

We are together 'coz you get it.

Even I don't know what it means. But, whatever it is, you totally comprehend. I find it unnecessary to clarify anything to you. I don’t bother if you’ll get the joke, I know you got it and you are already coming up with the next one.

It is easy to love someone who is nice all the time. You love me, even when I am in my normal ogre mode (that’s reassuring, honestly). I am not a fun person to be around, I bicker, I cry, I constantly ask WHY?

I am a social outcast, people are always sneering at me, keeping me at bay, but then, you come and make socializing an easy job for me (thanks again).

I can take you anywhere, heck, everywhere; you just adapt and blend in. Be it an insufferable social gathering or a silly family affair, you just rock the party. I never have to worry of being around you or keeping you entertained, you somehow manage to do your thing and in the end, everything is perfect, well almost.

I have some friends in my life, but none like you. They don’t make me feel comfortable the way you do. For that I am thankful to you.

You are always happy if something incredible happens in my life; you are not hateful or envious of it, (maybe you are, but you don’t show it) that’s great.

You are the worst critic that I have at times and you are not afraid to give me a piece of your mind when I am in deep shit. You scream and yell at me, especially, when the others are afraid to do so. You tell me things that I need to hear, not the things that I want to hear. Your candor is inspirational (although sometimes, I think can do without it).

We may not talk to each other for a long time, but we always manage to start from the point where we left off. This silence cannot break us up. You could become a notorious gangster; still, I would feel the same for you. Superficial changes don’t change our relationship.

You make me feel less insane in this crazy world. I sometimes (most of the times) feel like an outsider to the human world; nothing I say is the way I want it to be, people have often mistaken me. With you, the words come out naturally, and you understand… amazingly!

We don’t need similar clothes or friendship bracelets. We don’t even like similar stuff, but when I see you, it is refreshing to know that there is someone like me who feels the same way about this world.

You are someone crazy enough to be my comrade, someone who is just like me.

How do I know that? Well, you understood what I tried to say, didn’t you?

Inspired by R. O'Connell

The signature of India

Freedom from tyranny, slave to his superstition.

Proud of his motherland, ashamed of active participation.

Progressive for a better future, retrogressive for sacrifice and salvation.

Respects baseless principles and virtues, ashamed by corruption.

Protests vehemently (but ever so vocal), but followed by lack of action.

I shouldn't say all of this, as I am one of them above.

My heart cringes to acknowledge this fact,

my eyes droop down in shame,

but someday, someday I HOPE to change.

To hope and hope despite the disparity,

hope and hope despite the profanity,

hope despite political irregularity,

to hope despite constant barbarity,

to hope despite the lack of humanity,

to hope despite unvarying vanity

to hope amidst the invariable insanity.

It's this hope that drives us all to strive hard,

its hope, that gives us a good night’s sleep.

A sleep in which I dare to dream,

dream about a better India.

"HOPE" The signature of India

An ode to Life

An ode to life,

that I beckon.

Ironical cynical..

however it may come.

An ode to will

which makes me strong.

Powerful, at times arrogant,

helps me make right, all my wrongs.

An ode to tryst with destiny

that is a gift of God.

Typical yet unpredictable,

soothing my mind, when my feet plod.

An ode to close ones (chosen few)

as lovely as could be.

Sanely eccentric

dearly beloved to me.

An ode to this ode

meaningless to YOU.

Shady but inspired

dedicated to a "CHOSEN FEW"

Dedicated to

teacher, captain, tata n pati(2), saale pakao, all members of kabadkhana, the new mom and lastly to the gypsy with renewed vision.

Reminiscence of Vagabonds

Lazing around the six days of the week, waiting for the sabbath,

Decided She and I, that we must go to refresh our body and soul.

Help a dear friend in need and be a vivid listener to another;

She shall be the counsellor, so decided I that I shall be the the chirpy one dressed as a droll.

Morning of the Sabbath got a message that She and I shall be the only company,

One backed out the day before and other one had us cheated, (:P)

So we decided that we shall proceed to the land by She unseen,

On our way we sulked and bitched, 'bout all friends who had been hitched,

'bout other some who had ditched and 'bout some whom we sorely missed.

Morn at 9 we reached the Gate, also gateway for our day's fate.

We then sat on the merry vessel bored and unenthusiastic waiting for the journey to end.

When she laid her eyes on the land unseen; her eyes shone with glimmering sheen.

The droll and gypsy walked the steps knowing not what to apprehend.

Seeing the Jewel the She danced her gypsy heart away

the droll felt happy to see the gypsy so cheerful and merry today.

Trying all the jewels and gazing upon the gem,

gypsy and droll forgot about all things they condemn.

They reached the doors of the hills unseen,

gasping at the beauty and marveling the human touch.

They felt the land was like a beautiful dream.

The land, they felt, they could love so much.

But man also had spoiled his own beauty loitering and littering on divinity.

Useless they decided are the members of human race (knowing they are a part of it),

And merrily they proceeded to leave the place; content with whatever they see

returning to the very same place, where once they had already been.

Cherishing the memories of a beautiful day waiting to return to another beautiful place someday.

As written on 13th march 2001 (one of my primitive works)

Today i have grown they say,
but, I feel that I m still a child;
Pretty funny, unusual, witty and wild.
But being a grown up I vehemently deny,
'coz a kid I'd like to be,
I'd like to be crazy and be just like me,
to jump, to shout, to fuss, to pout.
World is my playground I am here to play.
Give me the tools, let me mould my own clay.

Grown up, Why, you may ask, I would not like to be?

If to grow is to have silver streaks,
and crick in the knee while walking,
pain in the back (that probably would never heal)
and worry about the list that I'll forget while shopping.
Burdened by work and responsibility
like any other bloke striving for stability.
This type of grown up? No I can't be.
For me work is my love and passion my responsibility;
And finding stability while stumbling, is a natural ability.

I'd rather not grow old coz I know I'd grow wise,
I'd like to be a free bird, I know it sounds nice,
I'd like to be me for the rest of my life,
I am always full of "I".
Selfish? Yes! I can't deny.
For "I" stand for me n my family
my friend and also my enemy;
"I" stands for everyone who wants to follow their dreams,
"I" is for you and "I" is to be free,
So let the "I" join forces and make the world young again,
Let "I" be the fore to help everyone be free of worries,
Let "I" be a child; please just let "I" be,
Let "I" be me, always Let "I" be me.