Death.

Death comes to those who don't deserve it.

The tumor of thoughts has damaged my brain.

Fearless.

I am not scared to feel low because i seek pleasure in a painful sigh.
I am not scared of my own company when my friends have said their good byes.

I am not scared of suffering because I know its the Age of Kali.
I am not scared of drawing because I know am not competing with Dali.

I am not scared of speaking my mind because it has been quiet for too long.
I am not scared of shutting you up because I have had enough of that stupid song.

I am not scared of dying because I know it brings endless sleep.
I am not scared of living before i go 6 feet deep.

Who are we kidding?

The soil is not really breathing
and the rivers have stopped weeping
The sky is a different color
Is it grey because of fear?
The snow is hardly frozen
and the mountains are heart-broken
And we are still hoping to COPE...
Are we ignorant or are we on dope?

Because Life is a journey.

I wonder as i wander if i'll ever settle down or if every day i'll take my roots uprooted en route to another town.
- Kimya Dawson.

Faith.

Change is on its way. I just have to believe that it's coming.

OUT IN THE OPEN.

The skeletons in my closet were feeling claustrophobic, so I let them out.

QUOTE UNQUOTE

"They say that opposites attract...She's really something and I'm really nothing...How opposite can you get?"
- Charlie Brown, 1963.

slow.

I am slowly dying a dandruff death.

On the other side of thirty.

I have come to realize that I am semi-permanent.

So Tell me God

Am I the architect of my own destiny or your responsibility?

CRY ME A RIVER, BABE.

The one I like is outta water!

COOL GIRL

Quoting the cool girl again...

There is a line in the quran that says, “To you, your religion, and to me mine”. And so they are letting me express myself the way I want to. People tend to think that someone who tries to be different and someone who breaks the rules are the same. I work within the rules, but I find those little loopholes that allow me to do my thing. There is this cool anime (Japenese animation) called The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya in which the entire world is made just to amuse her, the main character. Sometimes i feel the world is created just to amuse me. Because things, mashaallah always go right.
-Sophie Ashraf

I think she is super cool and was born to amuse me.

THE BURKHA RAPPER

“Its like when you really like a band, you wear T-shirts of that band, Well we really, really like Islam, so we wear the burkha." – Sophie Ashraf.

Sophie Ashraf is a 21-year-old muslim girl who raps.

Sundays are not for traffic jams.

Shouldn't we all keep our Sundays free to lie dead on a bed of grass with the clouds-painted sky acting as roof; to spot a rare bird and wonder what its songs sound like; to close our eyes, count till five only to open them for rain and rainbow; to see how colors co-ordinate perfectly to form flowers and leaves; to let that really old banyan tree do the talking; to allow bees to bite and insects to crawl over us; to notice how the sky changes from day to night; to align ourselves to the pole star; to make our own constellation and shape our own destinies; to rename Jupiter; to discover that night has a smell; to search for grandma's twinkling eyes in twinkling stars, to understand the use of bioluminescence by fireflies; to spot a comet and make a wish; to sleep under the watchful eyes of our saintly moon before we wake up to yet another manic monday.

because Mondays, unfortunately, are for traffic jams.


(Just a thought on the Blog Action Day 09.)
www.blogactionday.org

Whatever!

This city makes you so numb. You can't tell the difference between a slap and a kiss.

Teetotaller

My alcoholic tongue has always had trouble pronouncing the above-mentioned word.

On Insecurity.

You know you are insecure when you start finding faults in your shadow.

YOU GO GIRL.

Be loud.
Be proud.
Take a walk in the clouds.

Be strong.
Go wrong.
You are a meaningful song.

Be high.
Go fly.
Weed tastes good in the sky.

Be drunk
Stay punk
Come on...get out of that trunk!

Join the club.

Who am I? Who are you?
Have you forgotten or you have no clue?

What are we? Where are we?
Are you searching hopelessly?

Well my friend, join us
you are now a part of Alcoholics Anonymous ;)

MY GREY MATTERS.

of embarrassing fancy dress competitions
of annoying city lights
of haunted lake night treks
of weed, whiskey and wonderment
of found and lost friends
of sleepless nights in office
of failed pirouette attempts
of full moon nights
of drying rivers and concrete jungles
of pre and post menstrual syndrome
of 11 months of depression and recession
of suspected tuberculosis
of chasing butterflies
of 'its complicated' relationships
of family melodrama
of toxic inhalation
of 'I AM DOWN, DOWN,DOWN' SYNDROME
of suicidal thoughts followed by murderous ones
of a year long hangover
of my mind's games
of an overworked right-brain
of daily Delhi Noida Delhi
of 'I am strong. No, I want to give up. I am strong. No,I want to give up' debates
of 5 distinct skeletons
of head and heart disagreement
of seeing them dead
of tears underneath my pillow
of waiting for that one phone call that changes lives
of living in hope.
of waiting hopelessly
of brainstorming sessions
of fighting MARRIAGE
of endless battles for PEACE

Yeah man, I have earned those shades of grey.

RISK IT.

My blog is neither copyright protected nor under electronic surveillance. If you plan to convert my random thoughts into your facebook status or your bathroom poster or a melancholic poem, go ahead and do it. But before doing that do drop me a line or two so that I can give you a piece of my mind and a lecture on PLAGIARISM.

cheers!

GHOSTS.

In my closet, you will find skeletons.
some recently added; some not so new.
some calcified; some flexible too.
some scary ones, painted black and blue.

In my closet, you will find skulls.
some like minded ones; some without a clue.
some right-brained; left-brained - too few
of various shapes in one straight queue.

In my closet, you will find bones.
some phosphorus-deficient; fractured just 2
some strong and hard; some easy to chew
some smell of Volini; some smell of glue

In my closet of skeletons, skulls and bones
you will find me fighting ghosts of YOU and YOU and YOU and
of course YOU.

Sigh!

Ignorance was super fucking blissful.

Buffet for a Saint?

It turns out that Nirvana is costlier than Samsara.
You got to be filthy rich to afford a golf playing, buffet eating, business class traveling Spiritual Guru.

STOCK IT UP.

Next time you go coke shopping, don't forget to buy some trees. You haven't realized it yet but you are running out of fresh air.

Ready?

Are we globally warmed up for Mass Destruction?

Cashin' in on it.

When you wake up to Johny Cash singing, "Because you are mine", you somehow get the courage to WALK THE LINE.

Introspection asks for self-dissection.
Privacy doesn't entertain intrusion.

My mind minds those long sessions of meditation.
Love can happen during sun salutation.

Confusion lacks Conviction.
Depression craves for some antidepressants.

The God i worship doesn't like adulation.
Therefore I am going to skip those prostrations.

One-track mind

My mind is too monogamous to understand polygamy.

KITES.

How free? How Independent?

Poetry knows no science.

While you and i have lips and voices which are for kissing and to sing with;
Who cares if some one-eyed son of a bitch invents an instrument to measure Spring with?
- E.E. Cummings

Science doesn't understand what songs sound like. And Songs are not meant to be scientifically sound.

whosemoralsareelastix.

If 'ix'- the suffix gets attached to my name, my life will become one helluva comic strip. :)

JUST UNDO IT.

And one fine day I realized that they made a brand out of me.
Positioned to capture a particular section of the market.
Targeted to attract my target market.

I came with brand values and customer promises.
I was asked to stick to my brand image and provide a unique brand experience.

I came in Tetra packs. Sometimes in branded polybags.
I was on SALE every changing season.

I was trademarked & copyrighted. Marketed & advertised.
Till I acquired brand recognition.

Soon, they will consider franchising me. UNLESS I DECIDE TO STOP BEING A PRODUCT.

USEFUL.

I am making the most of my MIDDLE FINGER these days.

Retail therapy can't cure us.

Life is not about Calvin Klein underwears and Gucci shades. Lets strip those brands off our bodies and get comfortable with ourselves.

ROMEO MUST DIE.

Yes please!

Abusively yours.

Allow me to abuse you, my love. That will help me move on.

COLORED.

What's the color of my crime?
PURPLE.

The color of my sky?
BLACK.

The color of my life?
RED.

The color of my love?
PURPLE.

The color of my world?
YELLOW.

The color of my blog?
WHITE.

The color of my dreams?
GREEN.

The color of my poison?
ORANGE.

The color of my thoughts.
GREY.

The color of my mood?
V I B G Y O R.

The color of my hair?
DON'T ASK :(

BEDTIME PRAYER MODIFIED.

Thank you God for the POLLUTED air we breathe and the ADULTERATED food we eat.

Dear God. Please ignore the sarcasm in the statement. Its not your fault if we fucked up our world.

WHEN HAPPINESS GOT MCDONALIZED.

How many trees, birds, mountains and rivers will 'they' take for us to realize that 'happy meals' can't keep us happy for long.

To do or die.

And my never-say-die-attitude just died!

Congratulations!

We are globally fucked.

Some days are for 5 cups of tea

so that stress can dissolve in few sips of bliss.

We will all choke to death one day.

Give me more trees and I will quit smoking weed.

On Cowardice.

I was brought up to love fearlessly. Its not my fault that the men I fell in love with turned out to be such cows.

Smile..Its for the camera!

We cry. We curse. We whine. We sulk. We attempt murder. We attempt suicide. We blame each other. We blame ourselves. We scream. We shout. We fight it out. We avoid. We ignore. We hate. We abhor. We run to escape. We run to be away.

Then how the hell do we ALWAYS come back with happy memories?

Photographs always fail to capture the family melodrama during family holidays.

On Beauty.

There is so much beauty in the world. Why should I bother about what I look like?

HELP ME GO GREEN

My thoughts are made of plastic. Non-biodegradable.
My dreams have been shrink-wrapped.
My breath is all carbon.
Soul cemented. Body-glass and steel.

Its very suffocating.

YOU GO FIRST.

I can cut my wrist and reduce the pain in my heart.
I can jump in the sea and drown all the curated memories of the past.
I can burn myself and the images that occupy my head.
But I think I will wait to see you dead instead.

Separation.

Well, he is going places and I am finally going where I feel like going.

Lessons.

The only thing needed in life to survive is OXYGEN. It takes a lot of courage to stay happy. If you don't love yourself, who will? Heart breaks are better than heart attacks. Ignorance guarantees bliss. Happy families do exist. Let them not break you or make you. God talks in SIGN language. Don't make him an addiction. Mind craves for thoughtlessness.Only when hamstrings hurt,you realize that they exist. Love at first sight should happen only when you are not really looking your best. Winter is as beautiful as Spring.Earthquakes facilitate family bonding. Impatience can't be the new life. Home is where the bar is.

Cheers!

Heart breaks are bad for the liver.

HAIR IS AN ISSUE.

I have crossed mountains in rain
Have bathed in stinking drains.

Have tolerated third degree pain
Heartbreaks and uncommitted men.

I have fought like Alice in chains
to survive in VIRAR trains.

Have looked through looks of disdain
And turned every loss into gain.

I have walked alone in lonely lanes
Have fallen many times, just to rise again.

I SWEAR I CAN'T DEAL WITH MY HAIR ISSUES. I JUST CAN'T. I CAN'T. I CAN'T. I CAN'T

Save us please.

Dhingras are endangered species.
Every member in this family has the potential to kill other three members.

Whores.

We are all prostitutes getting screwed by life all the time.

Monsoon.

If i were rain, I would never let go off the clouds!

Recharge!

I am running on low battery.

Its not ringing!!!

One phone call is all it takes! When do you think you will call?

AND I FAIL TO EXCEL.

I just hate excel sheets.Its like being trapped in infinite cells of indefinite data.

Somewhere Else

My Head, Heart and Hamstrings are out of place.

Plagiarism.

I am standing on a hill with my mountain of dreams.
With a borrowed thought from Mr. Zeppelin!

:)

Happiness is short-lived;
Ain't we happy we enjoyed every bit of it!

The End

I have a feeling that i will have a happy ending! :)

Headstand.

I am the happiest when I am standing on my head.

Not so blooming.

Winter is back in action.

Weed and Rum.

Little poison in my system helps me fight the poisonous system!

Love Song for you.

When you are in love all the love songs make so much sense. And when you are not...you wonder why in God's name are they praising each other so much?

:p

My tongue is cleaner than my teeth;
which means I can't smile but I can surely tease!