Friday, March 30, 2007

Saaya Bankar Saath Chalenge

Saaya bankar saath chalenge iske bharose mat rehna
Apne hamesha apne rahenge iske bharose mat rehna

Saawan ka mahina aate hi baadal to chaa jaayenge
Har haal mein lekin barsenge iske bharose mat rehna

Suraj ki maalind safar pe roz nikalna padta hei
Baithe baithe din badlenge iske bharose mat rehna

Behti nadi mein kacche ghade hein rishte naate husn vafa
Duur talak yeh behtei rahenge iske bharose mat rehna

- Pankaj Udhas

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

I await..

In silence I screamt to deaf ears..
In darkness I cried to blind eyes..

Yet, God has been kind to me..
Coz God created her for me..

I felt her close today..
And she told me life will be okay..

I havent seen her or met her.. courtesy fate..
I am just the pawn in this time game..

I shall wander like a cloud and spread joy..
Until my fate is tired of running dry..

I will be loved.. loved without doubt..
Until then, I just need to survive the drought..

I just need to wait and persevere..
And await the prize which is precious and dear..

Monday, March 26, 2007

Talash..

ek junoon ki talash hai..
jo meri kashti ko raah de..

chalna sikha diya hai mujhe..
mujhe manzil tu hi dikha de..

teri madad kar sakta hun mein..
tu bas mujhe ek awaaz de..

tune mujhe banaya tha..
mera maksad bhi tuhi bata de..

tera sapna poora karna chahta hun..
is se pehle ki ye duniya mujhe jala de..

Saturday, March 24, 2007

The Love Of My Life - Part 5

My Computer. I got my first computer on 19th April, 1994. It was a 286 with two floppy drives. Around 500 Mb of hard disk. Mono VGA Monitor. Simple keyboard, normal mouse and no multimedia. A Dot-jet printer to complement the entire system. It cost us a little over 1 Lac. It might not have been the most enviable beauty in town, but I was proud of it. I was proud to begin the relationship very early in my life.

I wrote my first few poems using a software on that computer. Harvard Graphics, BASIC and Windows 3.1 were some of the softwares that I used. There was a anti-virus called Checkmate. A virus called DieHard which had wrecked my computer. Some of the classy cames included Dr. Jones, Pizza, Commander Keen, GPCGA, Lotus, Wolf 3D, Tennis, Allan Border Cricket, Mortal Combat and Alladin.

There were days when my baby was sick. There was a virus attack. I felt terrible. Till the time the virus was off the computer, I was tensed. There were times, when the computer crashed and we had to change the hard disk or perhaps go for a full fledged upgrade. It felt terrible! It was like undergoing an operation! Installing all the softwares and loading the backups was like teaching it how to walk all over again!

It has been nearly 13 years since, and I have learnt a lot from my "baby". I cant imagine life without my baby! I have become more of a virtual being. I have some of the most precious data on my machine. My diary which perhaps would be like my autobiography! I feel more like myself when I am with my baby. Even if it means just sitting on the computer, listening to songs or playing some basic game, I love it. I just love to spend time with my baby. It sure is the Love of My Life!

Cheers!

Making love out of nothing at all

I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie
I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And I know just when to dream


And I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose
And I know the night is fading
And I know the time's gonna fly
And I'm never gonna tell you
Everything I gotta tell you
But I know I've gotta give it a try

And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules and I know how to break'em
And I always know the name of the game


But I don't know how to leave you
And I'll never let you fall
And I don't know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all

Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all
Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all
Out of nothing at all
Making love out of nothing at all

Everytime I see you all the rays of the sun are
Streaming throught the waves in your hair
And every star in the sky is taking aim at your
Eyes like a spotlight


The beating of my heart is a drum
And it's lost, and it's looking for a rhythm like you
You can take the darkness at the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright
I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know
Well it's nothing til I give it to you


I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle
I can make all the stadiums rock
I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
I can make you every promise that has ever been made
And I can make all your demons be gone

But I'm never gonna make it without you
Do you really want to see me crawl
And I'm never gonna make it like you do
Making love out of nothing at all


Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all
Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all
Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all
Out of nothing at all

-Air Supply

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Better Man

Send someone to love me
I need to rest in arms
Keep me safe from harm
In pouring rain

Give me endless summer
Lord I fear the cold
Feel I'm getting old
Before my time

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man

Go easy on my conscience
'Cause it's not my fault
I know I've been taught
To take the blame

Rest assured my angels
Will catch my tears
Walk me out of here
I'm in pain

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man

Once you've found that lover
You're homeward bound
Love is all around
Love is all around

I know some have fallen
On stony ground
But Love is all around


-Robbie Williams

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Sometimes...

Sometimes I think of the beginning..
Sometimes I think of the end..

Sometimes the future puzzles me..
Sometimes the past confuses me..

Sometimes the only question is time..
Sometimes the only answer is time..

Sometimes I wish I remember..
Sometimes I wish I forget..

Sometimes I wonder if I can..
Sometimes I know I will..

Sometimes I question God..
Sometimes God questions me..

Sometimes I think of the beginning..
Sometimes I think of the end..

Cheers!

Sunday, March 11, 2007

My Dream Date

My Dream date would be at a beach. Mauritius would be perfect.
I can picture myself in a tuxedo walking with the lady on the shore.
The setting sun absorbs the world and silence applauds the sound of the waves.

We stop by at the dinner table, which is placed just where the waves meet the sand.
As we sit for dinner, we can feel the waves touch our feet.
The sound of the violin makes the evening even more beautiful!

I am lost in her eyes - few words are exchanged while the eyes do the talking.
A seven course meal at the beach is followed by a camp fire.
The moon shines on her face as her hair fly with the breeze.

A good conversation outlasts the fire.
The date outlasts the moon to welcome the morning sun.
The dawn brings enough light to wake me up from my dream (date)

log har mod pe

log har mod pe ruk ruk ke sambhalte kyoon hain
itna dartay hain to phir ghar say nikaltay kyoon hain

main na jugnu hoon diya hoon na koi tara hoon
roshni vaalay meray naam say jaltay kyoon hain

neend se mera taaluq hi nahin barso sein
khawab aa aa kay meri chhat pay tehltay kyoon hain

mod hotaa hai jawaani ka sambhalne kay liye
aur sab log yahin aa kay fisaltay kyoon hain

Thursday, March 01, 2007

But it rained...

Wrapped in a polythene tucked away safe in my mind
A little goodbye maybe or just a passing smile

The birds fly away to the southern sky searching a home
A bunch of paper flowers or a little boy left all alone
Can somebody hear me I'm screaming from so far away
Morning who will calm you now, the evening is eclipsed again

Well does life get any better
More yesterday than today
How I thought the sun would shine tomorrow
But it rained...