Can't Stay the Night

Watching

Waking

Wading

Waist deep in awkward replies

Sunsets

Airplanes

Cold wind hangs on all the goodbyes

Aching

Breaking

Fading like a burnout star

Always

I've been

Somewhere way too far

And I can't stay another night

And I need not be wrong to be right

Crying

Sighing

Staring with nose pressed to the glass

Waiting

Debating

Unanswered questions, thought but never asked

Wearing

Tearing

Like the book.. lost to a rainstorm

Braving

Craving

to go back to the place I belong

And I cant Stay the night

I waited for you to hop in all this while

So know that I have to leave

I am a bird that crashed to the tree

And I know I'm sad and crazy

Maybe an aftershock of finally being free

Rewind

Replay

Feeding off memories of days gone by

Shutdown

Start-up

Warning bells for re-starting my life

Voices

Choices

Noises rumbling in my head

Atoning

Postponing

And holding my breath

And I cant Stay the night

So I am off on solitary ride

Somewhere miles and miles away

Seeking brighter blue skies and clouds less grey

Although this may sound like a cliche

Its ironical that I came here for you, only to find you walk away.

कच्ची

Roothi hui hai tu
Ek pal mein maanegi
Dil se hamesha hai... Tu bacchi
Are zindagi tu bhi
Mere hi jaisi hai
Dikhti hai sayaani.. Par hai kacchi

Is bade sheher ki bheed mein
Mujhe log begaane se lagte hai
Teri choti khoti baaton se door
Yaha log zyada hi sayaane se lagte hain

Mere intezaar mein na baith tu yoon
Ungli meri chal thaam le
Har baar mere sang chali hai tu
Aaj apni Didi ko pakar, duur le chal mujhe

Yahake bade bade kothiyon se zyada
Teri choti-si gali acchi lagti hain
Yaha begaani si khushi, jaha pal bhar ka vaada
Mujhe Teri ek hasi hi sabse sacchi lagti hai

Ghar se door, doston se door
Tujme na jaane kaha se himmat aata hai
Meri koshish toh jaari hai
Par kabhi kabhi dil bhar sa jaata hai

Dil ki choti atpati khwaishein
Aj kal Dil mein hi simte se rehte hai
Soch samajh ke chalna padta hai, chutki
Kya pata, shayad isiko bada hona kehte hain?

Roothi hui hoon main
Par pal bhar mein maanungi
Dil chahta haii rahoon main bacchhi
Aye zindagi tu bhi
Mere hi jaisi hai
Dikhti sayaani hai.. Par hai kacchhii

  

Sach kahoon toh yeh dil thoda thoda darta hai

Par apne liye na sahi.. Tere liye kuch karne ko jee karta hai

Almost

Virga : Rain or snow that evaporates before hitting the ground

In plain-sight
Halfway down..

I reach out my hand..
.. and then you'r gone

An almost-child of gravity

A stranger to the ground

just out of reach from my vicinity
Never lost nor found

And everytime I am so sure it will begin.. 

It begins to seem it will never be.

And if waiting was a crime I am drowning in the sin

Sentenced by your virga, lasting an eternity.

An Impossible Escape

I Turned my head away to let go
Completely
Yet your face turned up and showed
Discretely

Run as fast as I could, once more
Faster
Yet once again,you turned up at my door
Disaster

With words framed in riddles and rhymes
Deceiving
Deja-vu of another time
Misleading

Denying this with my whole being
Familiar
This is stranger than where I've been
Peculiar

Throwing darts at the warmth of your heart
Regretfully
Yet not wanting to be apart
Perceivably ......


To be continued

Aaj Toh Saloni Taneja Ka Happy Budday Hai

Saloni Taneja is a real life living doll.

She's absolutely beautiful inside and out.

And today is her Happy Wala Birthday.

 So basically, I have a couple of lucky ladies who are of best friend status in my life (wait, I think that makes me the lucky one), but Saloni is the cherry on top of the very chocolate-y cake. I met her in eight standard and for whatever reason the Universe decided to let me keep her for the next 10 years.  In-spite of the 1 and a half odd years of school, class and annoying classes we shared together, our friendship took deep deep roots at some point between School PTM. Math scores. Girl trouble. Boy trouble. Other girls boy troubles and other boys-girl troubles. Fiasco's. Rebellions and generally going bananas over a plethora of silly things, a handful of  serious shit and random intermediary dramatic stuff 
 In-spite of moving out of the city 8 years ago, there is something almost celestial about us where we take up where we left off every single time we meet up, years later sometimes.

In high school, before the selfie concept took over the greater part of the world, she was one of the pioneers of photo-phillism, trying to sneak in a photo of us wherever we met, At her place. At my place. At the general stores, walking on the road. With a then-photo-spaz like myself, she would try to talk/scold/sulk/mope me into taking a snapshot of us together. Then of course as I grew up, I discovered the pleasures of Narcissism and went all out Marilyn Monroe as far as posing is concerned wherein photo-ops is one of the perfunctory activities we indulge ourselves in whenever we meet up.

Saloni baloney Taneja.
I am in the city for your Birthday probably the first time in 8 years and I gotta tell you Chick, I am stinking excited about this one 

Happy Happy Budday my love.Here's to all the good, the bad, the ugly and the fugly we have witnessed together :)
See you in few hours to Celebrate!

THEN

3 years back I think. When we got inducted into the batch of selfie-dom class of 2011.