Thursday, August 28, 2008

tender

tender is the night
lying by your side
tender is the touch
of someone that you love too much
tender is the day
the demons go away
lord i need to find
someone who can heal my mind

come on, come on, come on
get through it
come on, come on, come on
loves the greatest thing
come on, come on, come on
get through it
come on, come on, come on
loves the greatest thing
that we have
i’m waiting for that feeling
i’m waiting for that feeling
waiting for that feeling to come

oh my baby
oh my baby
oh why
oh my

tender is the ghost
the ghost i love the most
hiding from the sun
waiting for the night to come
tender is my heart
for screwing up my life
lord i need to find
someone who can heal my mind

come on, come on, come on
get through it
come on, come on, come on
loves the greatest thing
come on, come on, come on
get through it
come on, come on, come on
loves the greatest thing
that we have
i’m waiting for that feeling
i’m waiting for that feeling
waiting for that feeling to come

oh my baby
oh my baby
oh why
oh my

come on, come on, come on
get through it
come on, come on, come on
loves the greatest thing
come on, come on, come on
get through it
come on, come on, come on
loves the greatest thing
that we have
i’m waiting for that feeling
i’m waiting for that feeling
waiting for that feeling to come

oh my baby
oh my baby
oh why
oh my

tender is the night
lying by your side
tender is the touch
of someone that you love too much
tender is my heart you know
for screwing up my life
oh lord i need to find
someone who can heal my mind

come on, come on, come on
get through it
come on, come on, come on
loves the greatest thing
come on, come on, come on
get through it
come on, come on, come on
loves the greatest thing
that we have
i’m waiting for that feeling
i’m waiting for that feeling
waiting for that feeling to come

oh my baby
oh my baby
oh why
oh my


~blur

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

"evict"

i often want to know if you love(d) me
not fervor or ardor or obsession
but a deeper more cavernous emotion
a numbness felt for merely 33 seconds

you, you and you

if you ever felt my gaze pierce your heart
the way i have felt your gaze pierce mine
it's a frightening feeling
and i wonder if you have ever felt it too
even if for 33 seconds

you, you and you

wah

The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink.

- George Orwell

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

"I got stuck in a ditch today"

(after our argument)
i feel like i'm not a real person anymore
no real thoughts
no real feelings
no real opinions
no (even) real talents
just imagination and perception

"double often"

you don't know it yet
even the crown of your head
makes me want to turn
and look and look and look at your picture

familiar but unfamiliar
known but unknown
corny but uncorny

you don't know it yet
because even i don't know it yet
but i think about it
sometimes, often, double often

smile or retreat
jump or freeze
sigh or pounce

you don't know it yet

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Friday, August 08, 2008

"theory"

you only love me in theory
standard love
accompanied by 3 thrills and 40 frills

Friday, August 01, 2008

"True Love"

True love. Is it normal
is it serious, is it practical?
What does the world get from two people
who exist in a world of their own?

Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason,
drawn randomly from millions but convinced
it had to happen this way - in reward for what?
For nothing.
The light descends from nowhere.
Why on these two and not on others?
Doesn't this outrage justice? Yes it does.
Doesn't it disrupt our painstakingly erected principles,
and cast the moral from the peak? Yes on both accounts.

Look at the happy couple.
Couldn't they at least try to hide it,
fake a little depression for their friends' sake?
Listen to them laughing - it's an insult.
The language they use - deceptively clear.
And their little celebrations, rituals,
the elaborate mutual routines -
it's obviously a plot behind the human race's back!

It's hard even to guess how far things might go
if people start to follow their example.
What could religion and poetry count on?
What would be remembered? What renounced?
Who'd want to stay within bounds?

True love. Is it really necessary?
Tact and common sense tell us to pass over it in silence,
like a scandal in Life's highest circles.
Perfectly good children are born without its help.
It couldn't populate the planet in a million years,
it comes along so rarely.

Let the people who never find true love
keep saying that there's no such thing.

Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.

Wislawa Szymborska

twisted

we are. so here. so there.




i went to zenzi last night, after what seemed like some eons.
to hear nikhil sing.
i've never missed nash and diti more in my life.
never ever.
i really feel like nash and dits are mine.
(and i do want to remain theirs)

in my ever so drunken but happy state, i really started thinking about all my friends
(the place was bubbling with people right from colaba - xaviers - old work - new work -- so many people!)

there are some friends that you really liked but grow so far apart from that you don't know how to recover it (e.g., son and dex)
while there are some that become a taken-for-granted always there and perhaps will be there for life kind of scene (e.g., veena and rucha)
there are some new friends (who are really friends by default) that you want to take your time to get to know (e.g., avadhut)
there are some friends, who you think things will never be the same again with because you were careless and stupid, and your usual non-consequence thinker self (e.g., sarin)
and then there are the old hang out friends who you spent a lot of time with during some event or the other but don't really know what to say when you meet after seven years (e.g., neesa)
then there are colleagues who occasionally double on friends (e.g., sharad and snigdha)
then there are some friends who change so radically that you hardly recognize them anymore except for the occasional streak of comminality (e.g., anchit)
and there are some timeless friends, who appear in your life every now and then, with a bottle of wine, and a chat gets you by for the next couple of years (e.g., chitra and cora)
and then there is dan and sam. who are a different kind of friend altogether.

(i'm sure there are many other kinds of friends that i've missed out also -- but know that the love is there)

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