True Power

I looked upon others to gain power
Till I found it in my conquered mind. 

Po

I just saw it,
The scars I never thought could fade...
They have faded...
I don't need these people any more. 
I choose to be better....
Yes Po...
I choose to  be better...

Hypocrites

Of all my travels from desert to desert

There was an oasis once in a while

Though mirages seemed to taunt and deceive

And claim beauty though they were barren inside

I survived.

And moved on.

And left the barrens behind. 

Wind

Restless currents rush to vacuous lands
It is in their nature. 

Special

What would a flower be

If none admired its scent?

Even the elfin shrub heals.

Could they find joy

From their reflections in the mirror?

Then why must I?

Sinking

It hurts
Deep.
Right here
Right now
When you're not there
When no one's there.

I don't want to know the reasons
Why you're not there
Why you're some where
I'm sinking
Your words so far away
Blurred by the water.

Right here
Right now
I don't feel happy.
I'm sick of the games
And blind faith
In your words and actions
The waters engulf
And I can't hear
I can't see.
You can't save me.
Maybe you didn't even ever want to....

Leaving

So it's my last day here.
It's awkward.
I'm sad it's over and  that I can't just do nonsense anymore.
It hurts.
I don't know why.
I don't regret but I think I'm sad that it's over.
Why am I so sad?
Is it because I'm giving up advertising?
It's hard.
But should I leave advertising?
What good will it do?
Can I live off someone else?
I know I can't?
But why am I sad?
I guess what I'm trying to do is keep writing because I don't know what to feel.
It's hurting that I  won't be able to do all this any more.
I wish I had some clarity.
He's right.
But should I let go of ----?
Opportunities do not knock on your door twice.
But it's so hard.
All the stuff I want I won't  be able to get.
All the things I want to do or give I won't be able to if I hang on.
What matters most in life?
You never know what happens, how things work out.
He said that  too.
It's also a lot about being at the right place at the right time isn't it?
So maybe God wanted it that way?
That sounds so crap and lame.
Sounds like a miserable excuse.
But honestly,
Believe me,
Honestly, it's the truth.

Chapped Lips

Chapped lips thirst,

Resisting the heat

And the troubles it brings. 

Seared into memory

So deep,

The intoxication of games and lies.

And words battling words

Endless battles. 

And the blood that remained. 

Carry me on

On a wave out in the sea.

Where I can be free

And pure as the surf

So white. 

Drifting on and on

In search of the horizon

And looking into the abyss. 

But take me away. 

You must. 

From these walls

That bury me deeper. 

Gods from the sea,

Throw a drop of water

Upon chapped lips.

An Answer to Pyar ka Punchnama

When you first met,
He’d never get his eyes of you
Accuse every guy you speak to of wanting to sleep with you
He’ll tell you stupid crap
About how he would go to the ends of the world for you
And when you need him
He’ll just bang his head and wish you were never born.



When you didn’t agree to go out with him
He’d pretend to be so caring
But the moment you accept him
His car or his friends suddenly become more important
He lurvessss them



Before he’d ditch his friends to come meet you
Now the only ditching will be on your part.
If you go out for a drink with friends
He’s up in arms.
If he dances naked with his friends cause he’s so drunk
It’s cool.
It’s guy fun.
If you just want a little attention from him
You’re a despo
If he wants ten girls rubbing up against him as his dream fantasy
He’s just being a normal guy.


If you feed him,
Take care of him
Listen to how there’s something missing in his life
Bear the farts.
Tolerate his absolute insistence that he can’t talk to you even if you’re in pain
Bear his lewd comments
Don’t even think you’ll ever be good enough for him.



When you go out with him he’s more interested in the cricket match
Probably trying to catch a peek of the cheerleaders
But when you spend hours trying to look good for him
He’ll just find the batting strokes more interesting.
If you ask why
You’re just a bitch ruining his ‘guy fun’.


When your work gets tiring and you want a break
He’s always busy with his boss.


Buddy if you call taking papers from one corner of the office to the other work, and signing a few jargon-filled files as serious business, or sucking up to boss fixing his phone and checking meters in a factory as a job – god help you.


When they smell like crap
You’re expected to kiss them
When they shout out abuses every second
You’re supposed to respect them
God forbid if you ask them to just look at you instead of the TV
They’ll think you’re a pain in the backside.


If you’re sexy
He’ll be talking about how every guy wants to sleep with you
If you’re sober
He’ll just get bored
If you try to be both
He’ll just want one.


If you just try to talk about his favourite movies or music
Or ask him his views on life or politics
He’ll ask you to shut up before you can complete a sentence.
If you last long enough
He’ll tell you that you just want to keep talking forever.
Forget about him bothering to notice.
He’ll just think you’re being too intellectual.
Later he’ll remind of you
Of how you don’t make an effort to understand him.
If you try talking to him about his problems
He’ll run away.
Tell you that you can’t do anything about them.
If you ask him to have an iota of common sense
He’ll laugh at you and tell you to make out.



He thinks sharing is for sissies
He thinks loving is for assholes
He thinks understanding is too complex
Well offcourse it is
He’s got the brain the size of pea
Cause he’d rather live in a cave.
With stinking socks.
And when he gets boils cause of his hygiene
Rather lack of it
You have to take care of him
Nurse him back to health
Listen to how much pain he is in every bloody day.
God forbid you tell him one day you cut your finger.
Forget sympathy,
He’ll think you’re being a drama queen.



Keeping a guy happy is a myth
He’ll always run after what he doesn’t have.
He’ll break her heart
And when she asks him to try a little harder
Like she does
To make him happy
He’ll say love is shit
And he isn’t happy.
Cause happiness should come naturally.
And then when he loses the girl who was waiting for him all along
He’ll come crying to her
To take him back.
When she says she’s moved on.
He’ll curse her
Call her names
And sleep with every girl he can
To make up for it.