Hold me darlin' just a litle while.........

Can you hold on for a while?
Can you wait for a moment?
Can you keep mum for a minute?
Can you?

So that I can close my eyes
Rest my head on your shoulders
Put my arms round your waist
And hold your fingers tight…

And then……….
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She buries her face
Her voice chokes
She tries hard to manage
All goes futile…
He comes round
To say her goodbye
She held him close
N he kissed her a goodbye

And the child moaned........

Come on you
The white roses lying here and there.
I walked barefoot
The thorns hurting me
But who cares?
Bloods all over.
But still I didn’t
In the ecstasy of touching those roses,
White roses drenched in bloods.
All pains inside
Torturing each nights
Within each of us.
How long illusion soothes the mind?
N how long can wrong suppress the right?
The trembling eagerness
Of reaching into oblivion
To start everything afresh.
The silent prayers
The unanswered questions
The broken promises
I was waiting for tomorrow.
But howsoever much I try
The anger never melts
The dreams of all hues
Remains tainted as usual
Howsoever much I try.
From the farthest place
I hear a child moan,
The lullaby seemed like a hoarse voice
Intimidating me,
But that don’t stop me from dreaming
However bothered I might be.

Lost friendship, broken promises and small memoirs

A crowded street, both o’ us trying to get a glimpse of each other and then black and white flashes-Climbing down the stairs, holding hands, whispering…….the grey walls, the sweet smell and the crowded canteen....
Bunking classes, watching movies and those never ending chats…….
And I still remember the day when we said ‘hello’, first time we chatted all throughout the night, how we helped each other during the ragging sessions and all the fun that we had on the fresher’s day….. Still afresh in my mind
Coming college together, the celebrations on the engagement day, the promises of keeping those secrets and fighting over silly matters……unforgettable everything
Shouting in the canteen and murmuring in the classroom, laughing away in corridors and stupid gestures in the class, funny thoughts and happy times…..

Happy times hardly stay and gone are those days……but those moments still hovering around in my mind. I needed some time to get over actually, to forget you, to forget those times, to forget everything that is. But deep inside I knew the fact that it is somehow impossible to forget one’s best times and the ecstasy of touching the pain of losing you was somehow much bigger….
Semester arrived and we became busy with our own stuffs. We didn’t call each other, didn’t smile, didn’t talk n didn’t freak around anymore.
Hatred, ignorance and misunderstandings, well I don’t mind with your own verdict………

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The days bygone
The memories yet not blur
Spending times together
Treasured gifts
Precious moments
And the best times finally got over.

Gone With The Wind

This piece is dedicated to my dida who passed away few days back.Well this is the first time I saw someone very close dying in front my eyes. And I cant help but feel helpless but again there is no way other than facing the reality and at the end life surely goes n'.

The doors remain closed
With shackles of fear all around.
I wonder
Over the lost days.
The memoirs tried to calm me
And I embraced them
With a promise of never letting them free.
And the shadows cover me up
I look at the crimson sky.
The misty taste of the tears
Which flows through
Or the cries from a faraway land.
The moonlight shone on her face
As she lifeless lay.
The brains went to haywire
The minds became numb
And the empty soul stayed in forlorn.
Days passed
The nothingness stayed all over.
The burning ashes
And the vaulted sky
Blackens…..
The sweet smell
Or the loving words
Stays forever.
Sanity breaks down
But the pain never heals.
The truth beckons
The realization still lingers
Well there’s no way I can defeat the reality.

Coming back to life !

Brimming with joy,
The music on
Beautiful yet tears rolled by.
The November night
Darkness everywhere
Tearing back to present
Solitude elsewhere,
The deserted roads
The empty restaurants
Wine in our hands
Singing…..
And then a drawling voice spoke
Of the broken promises,
The mind flooded with memories
And silence again.
Wondering bleakly
To the lost road
Misunderstanding all over,
His torn jeans
Pursed lips
Leaning against the wall
Thoughts crumbled
Trying to hide the pain…..
And outside it grew
Cooler, bluer n breezier
Drifted from the thoughts
Pretending away,
The empty corners
Far from the crowd
Our faded dreams
Trying to take a shape
And the numbness grew stronger
Legs trembled
As the memories crept in,
The silent rain
The crystal drops on the glass pane
And the desperations
Melting slowly

EDGE

I walked by the edge
towards the melodies unheard
with passions buried
underneath my heart.
The silent morn
the darkest evening
I kept walking
through a lonely road.
The dreams of my life
the burning desire
the sorrow in my soul
I kept murmuring.
Friends gathered
bringing back memories.
The words unsaid
the dreams concealed.
This is more than love
and this is more than sorrow.
The reason that you held my hand.
Never figuring
the touch would be that warm.
And the love does not fuckin’ last
the colors fade by
leaving a scar.
He will think of me well though
no no, I know not right.
Friends come buzzing around
I look at the world
with a broken smile.

NOSTALGIA OR WHAT ELSE ???

As I logged on to orkut I saw several of them with taglines such as "the last miles", " time to leave my family" and so on with everyone expressing their myriads of emotions on the last few days of BSS. To some it felt like a prisoner free ater years while to many others it seemed like the end of their so called mastis , their life ,their love.
At the beginning I was glad that yes its atlast time for us to leave that perfect hell but as time passed on I began to realize that to leave the perfect hell I have to leave my perfect abode too. Where else will I find some of my best friends and the most memorable moments? Now with all this in my mind I felt a little less happy but a little more sorrow at having to leave the place where I spent fourteen long years of my life.
Things that I miss -----
# neverending chats
# sleeping in classes
# special classes taken by special teachers
# pranks played
# english class (official off period)
# wonderful TT n Basketball matches
# assemblies, talks at the audi
# sitting at deserted corridors
# laughing away
# singing at full blast
# dancing to our hearts content
# sport meets
# last minute cramming
# pathetic internet connectivity
# lunch break
# shouting during off periods
# pp presentations
# public speaking class
# the trip to shantiniketan
# fighting for marks
# arguing with teachers
# best birthday parties
# roadside phuchhka
n what else ( I may forget some important stuff you see)
May be like , it will remain incomplete forever because I'll surely miss everything and my mind will forever be there , miss you my BSS !!!