Friday, January 29, 2010

hey you.... yeah you....

Hey you... yeah you....
How did you.... why did you land on my page?
What are you looking for?
Some kinda fun post to make ur day?
Something sad and cold, that would feed your grieving soul?
Or somethin that might make you sit up and say,
"Damn this is good, wish I had written it this way.."?

Hey you... yeah you....
Is it weird that I am talking to you?
This creepy conversation across time n space...
My one way conversation that may go nowhere...
I know I'm a stranger without a face...
Do you wonder whats next that I might say,
Do you wonder at all in the first place....

Hey you... yup... you...
Maybe thru these pages we will become friends,
Maybe this friendship someday would take a forward leap,
Each other's secrets we will keep,
Maybe someday somewhere we'd accidentally meet,
Not knowing this virtual connection that once had run deep,
Then again, maybe we aren't meant to be.... ;-)

Do you sit on the other side and wonder about me too,
The way I wonder who is reading all this, who are you,
I wonder if some of these lines make you smile,
Or did I write something that made you sigh,
Do I make you want to know me,
Your thought, your reactions, I wish I could see.

Hey you... arre baba... yes, you....
Do you know when I put these thoughts into words,
And weave these words and call it a "post",
I feel happy for having created something without a cost.
But I'm better when you come and read these stuff I've scribbled,
And leave without even sayin' a word,
I delude myself into thinkin' that you got ur 2 mins worth.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

I must be doin somethin right....

After 4 years of trials and troubles,
You are still here with me every night,
After all the wrongs in my life,
Did I finally do something right...

I know you found me at a wrong time,
The most testing phase of my life,
I almost killed you with my fights,
Why did u stay, what did I do right....

Inspite of the hurdles that were thrown our side,
You never gave up and held on tight,
You acted like a guardian to a spoilt child,
Why do u always do whats right....

Outta my death, u made me come alive, 
Outta the darkness, you brought me light,
I was wrecked, wretched & wronged,
Why did u wanna make me right...

It used to be heartbreak and hurt,
Now in your eyes I only see light, 
We make each other breathe,
Then we must to be doing something right....

Beautifully magical & magically beautiful is our life,
Now even at night I only see the stars shining bright,
If I have been given someone like you,
I really must have done something right....

You are my heart's only truth,
I'm so glad I still have you,
Since you never left my side,
I know I must be doin somethin right.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Nothing that becomes everything.....

She stood alone, hesitated at the threshold of that sterile environment. She wasn't sure, she wasn't thinking straight, didn't know right from wrong anymore. She had told him exactly that.
He had said that he would stand by her no matter what her decision was, but he also said that they weren't ready, it wasn't the right time, they may not even be together later on..... nothing was for sure. Uncertainities were many, risks were high, guarantee..... none. He told her if she were to go ahead, it was nothing. Nothing has formed yet, it was nothing really... almost nothing in her. But right now, she felt like nothing was everything.

They stood there, hardly much distance between them, they were worlds apart in thoughts. He looked at her standing there, looking lonely, innocent and helpless. He saw her toes curl, eyes brimming with tears, fisted hands. He really looked at her. His eyes spoke volumes. They were beyond words. He wished she would just turn around and walk into the room and spare him this moment. She did.

It took them exactly 42 mins. 42 mins that would change their lives forever. She was numb waist and below. He said the worst is over. It was just the beginning. She would have felt better if she had felt any pain at all. Pain that would have given some relief. She would have felt like she paid a price for what they had done. But she felt nothing. Physically, she had become exactly how she was before, inside she was unbelievably broken. It had felt like the most logical, practical thing to do... but that was yesterday. They never knew what went wrong. They were cautious, they were careful. Yet...

She stood alone, hesitated at the threshold of that sterile environment. 4 years and 2 months and 4 miscarriages later, here they were again. For a procedure that would help them keep it this time. Hoping and praying. Not to take it away from them. Something they had so cruelly ripped off and discarded before. She looked at him accross the threshold. His eyes spoke volumes. They were beyond words. Both of them thinking the same thoughts, saying the same silent prayer.... to let that tiny heart continue beating for another few months. To let him stay inside her for just awhile longer, till they can hold him and keep him safe. They prayed for another 6 months.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010


"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things only hoped for..."

"Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able?
Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able , but not willing?
The he is malevolent.
Is he both able, and willing?
Then whence cometh evil?
Is he neither able nor willing?
Then why call him God."