Déjà vu...

This is how it goes for us,
We get stuck invariably...
I cannot take my words back
And you just won't answer me..

kya yaar!!

FREEWAY!!

HEY!! HEY!! HEY!!

So, we meet again!!
All the silent vows of never looking back,
left far behind,
to make room for a long forgotten hope..
that will destroy, both YOU and ME.

It was eventually written on the stars,
that all the freeways we walked upon,
will lead us back, to where it all begin..

And the mutual need for each others ill desired company,
will bind us together,
and do us in.....

AAMEN!!

Life@rear mirror...

I took my soul and left
my world in a rear mirror

I tried to run and I did try
but the light came by and by
and your face would reappear..

then i thought maybe these clouds will someday clear,
and with me my beliefs will adhere
but you left when u decided to
we became unstuck when u wanted to
Was fate ever in my hands???

Ever gave it a thought,
when we both become a memory
will I finally be me?

Driving looking at my face
I promised myself,i will never give up my pace..

'coz its you that made me see
the garden past that big old tree.
I still owe you that..

Maybe i should thank the mighty believer,
for building the rear mirrors
the light still shining in
you left...and now I begin...:)

The Resurrection..

It was a not so warm morning of the month of March. The sun was struggling hard to prove the arrival of summer, but he was still not able to prove his dominance to the world…few more months and world will swear by his strength.

I was waiting for VP at the bus stand. Like always the bastard was late again. This wasn’t my first trip to Chandigarh...but yeah…destiny had stored something to make this trip an unforgettable one for me.

Unknown by this fact I kept moving my head here and there…appreciating the masterpiece of Le Corbusier (the Swiss-French architect who designed Chandigarh). Wondering if someday I will too give my masterpiece.

Just then I saw a girl (rather she caught my attention) with a familiar face getting down from bus.It took a nanosecond for my mind to recognize her. Ya! It was SHE.

Slowly and cautiously she was moving towards me.

I was seeing her after a very long time (perhaps 3 and half year or 1345 days to be precise). Last time I saw her was when we came to school to collect our XII class-passing certificate.
Somebody had told me about her moving to Chandigarh…but then I thought if things aren’t in your hand why care for them?

Anyway I again tried stealing a few glances of her, just to confirm my heart that it was SHE only..

She was wearing a light yellow colored salwar-kameez with a hell lot of embroidery work on it…with her hair let loose. A naughty tress of her hair was continuously trying to fall forward and touch her cheeks and she was carefully settling it behind her ears.Man!! How these girls make even a simple thing look so beautiful!!
And in ear she wore golden round earrings that were large enough to become bangles.

God!! She was looking damn beautiful. And than,I realised, she has changed a lot too.

The regular short skirts and sleeveless tops were replaced by carefully dressed salwar kameez. The hairs once carefully tightened into rope like structure called "choti" were now let loose, to fall freely in any direction…and bangles whom once she once considered too girly …were making tinkling sound…only to make my heart go crazy.

My so cute TOMBOY, who used to fight guys for saving her lunchbox, had turned so girly…but then with this she had become even more desirable. Every time I stole stares at her she was becoming more and more desirable.

Her taste in guys might have changed…but there was something that hasn’t changed…she was cute then…and was cuter now too. She was beautiful then and was turning inevitable now too.

For a moment flashback of school days engulfed me…those basketballs trials when she would bring water for me in her bottle…the days when I used to teach her physics and impatiently shout when she was not able to carry out simple integration problems…the zillion sessions of watching TOP GUN together..the bus ride back to hope....and then the day when it all fell apart…when we turned our back to each other…when we broke up.


A loud honk shattered my dream.It was VP..Cricket or life this bastards timings have always been pathetic. He used to get me run out then..he gt me run out this time too..

She was a few feet far from me…I tried my best to turn my face away from her. Perhaps the ego problem still persisted in me..or maybe I do not wanted VP to see her & make an issue out of nothing.. Lossed somewhere in her thought (perhaps yar, they were not about me) she passed me. Around two feet far from me.

While passing her fragrance took me over…. only to realize that her taste in perfumes has also changed...

This was the first time in life we passed so closed to each other as complete strangers. No hi! No hello…nothing…we just passed away. It had never happened in two years of schooling that we did together. I repeat the word ”together” with double inverted commas. Yeah…from the moment we reached school to the moments we left for our home…we were all together…and today we have passed like strangers. Atleast ,I thot..Atleast I could have said a stupid Hi!!..bt no Iwasn't ...Time man… time…it can change everything.

“Rikshawale bhaiya”…somewhere from my back I heard the familiar voice (after 945 days) from the cutest creature on this earth. The voice not only made my eardrums but each and every cell of my body to vibrate…now I m not a medical student who can explain this phenomena…but this was something unusual…never happened to me before…
All I can say is there was a RESSURECTION of a long forgotten desire that made me to rather my heart to……….

Sorry, The words ceased to flow like everytime whenever I think about her…

Crawling back to u

I know we haven’t been good friends for some time. I know I have an ego problem. But this once I pretend I don’t have one ( Diplomatic na?). What to do? I am like that only. We have been together for so long that you know me well.

I know I can be rude at times but so do you. We both are at fault. Why not just accept our mistakes and make a fresh start. We owe each other a lot. Don’t you think so?

Let’s make the best use of the time that we have together. Both of us are aware that we are not going to be around each other for very long. Now is the time we can spend together…what say you?

I know you are pissed of at me, but I know you can’t be angry with me for long. As I say I am a nice guy..”Accha Baccha” . You know it too. Come on. Cut me some slack…I am not that bad…I need you.

I AM MAKING AN EFFORT TO GET BACK TO YOU. I HOPE YOU WILL FEEL THE SAME WAY..

Life, I am coming back to you..