Magic Rain

you are my rainbow sky,
my sun shining brightest,
caressing me when i fly,
you are my gentle windy gust,

of the symphony of my life,
you are the sweetest refrain,

binding me with the spells most naive,
you are my cloud of magic rain..

and why you cant see,
when i look at you looking at me,
and why you cant feel,
anything while i'm in a world unreal..

Happy Birthday to meeeeee.....

So... I'm an year older... another 365 days full of indescribable stuff.. I woke up hoping, as is the my self made custom, that amazingly hot chicks would be singing me happy birthday, but sadly nothing of that sort happened. No problemo, if not this year, maybe next.. hehehe, hope floats albeit mostly in a gutter...

A really dull day, and some really thakale friends made sure that my birthday looked like a mass funereal procession.. lady love was dressed up impeccably as usual and was the lone bright spot in the otherwise gloomy day.. came back home and hogged on the delicious food prepared by my favourite person in the entire universe.. MUM.. dii was rather dispassionate as usual and dad was subdued... guess only two great ladies were interested in today..

23 is my favourite no. and brings me luck as well... i cant begin to count how often it comes in.. to my bike's registration no. to the length of my love's entire name.. bugger is almost everywhere.. and as i had expected last year, year no 23 of my life was one of the best as well.. barring the receding hairline, its been great, distinction in all my PG subjects, a lovely CherryBurst coloured Les Paul Electric Guitar and some other stuff as well.


23 years.. i cant believe yet that i have existed for that long.. consequences must have been disastrous.. but coming to the point, I havent done anything significant yet.. thats because beating the three day record isnt thought of as significant by others.. anyways.. i made two resolutions for myself...

1. i'll stand up to all my fears and face them and not let them drive me around
2. try and be myself

I'll follow this up with another yearly note to myself next year.... if i live this one out that is.. ;-)..

Someone falls to pieces...
Sleeping all alone...
Someone kills the pain...
Spinning in the silence...
She finally drifts away...
Someone gets excited...
In a chapel yard...
And catches a bouquet...
Another lays a dozen...
White roses on a grave...
And to be yourself is all that you can do.....

Special Message for the special ones: "If you think that you make a big difference in my life, dont be so sure of it until I come and tell you that, and if you still think the same... UP YOURS... >:)"

Special Message for the non special ones: " BEWARE , ZE LAD IS 23... ;-)"

I wish you were here

You say so much in so few words..
Smile and walk me through my worst fear..
And like always when your thought comes..
I..............................I wish you were here...

I close my eyes and I regret...
Why cant I rollback the years...
And like always in that moment...
I..............................I wish you were here...

Every night I feel it'll be alright...
When in front of me you appear...
And like always when you vanish out of sight..
I..............................I wish you were here...

You

And a star broke and flew..
And i caught it on view...
And it told me what to do..
And i said that i love you..
Only you...

But you dont want to know..
That the feelings i show..
Come not from heart but my soul..
And thats how i make my last bow..
To you.....

I thought it wasnt me..
But i think i gotta be...
I oughta tell you how i feel...
For you......

Stolen Years

She looks at people,
from the corners of her eyes ,
Scared to return their piercing stare,
All her words are,
Punctuated by her sighs,
Afraid of saying something unaware,

But deep inside she knows what she is,
All she wants is to rollback her years,

Smiling to hide a thousand tears,
Flying with her unspoken fears,
Guess all she wants is to be,
There and not here,
She begs from her today,
Her stolen years,

Oasis And Me

I had this strange dream.. I met my favourite band, Oasis.. and as usual.. Noel Gallagher did all the talking.. Liam Gallagher was grunting and drinking and lamenting the absence of spliffs or crack.. and there was a bassy and a drummer as well.. but who cares abt them anyways.. Oasis has always been all about the Gallaghers and their antics.. anyways.. the conversation went something like this..

NG- Noel Gallagher

LG- Liam Gallagher

M- ME... hehehe

(PS- i did try really hard to capture the manchester accent.. ;-))

M- yo geezers.. ssp!!!

LG- *grunt*

NG- ooii maite.. Oow ye doin aye?

M- good.. you tell me.. when's your new album comin out.. i'm waiting for it..

NG- Liam!!! thaa ain coke ye cunt ! its table sal.. doun sniffi ... Sorrey.. the new aalbum.. yeea.. aa guess we'd be don withi by August...

M- thats cool.. you want a pint?

LG- *grunt*

(I get three pints of beer... without a warning Liam jumps and downs one... settles down with the second.. third goes to Noel..)

M- so Noel.. i heard you gonna be a dad soon aye??

NG- yeea maite.. thas wha my missus told me.. i doun reeally know when it happened.. but feels good.. wait a sec tho.. Liam.. where the fuck were you six months back??

LG- (finally speaks!! RELIEF!!) I wasnt sleeping with her you fucker.. i was doing my songbird..

*grunt*

NG- ahh.. must be me then .. hahaha.. these days you really dont know who's doing whom.. anyways.. i'm really waiting for the child cos my missus is beautiful and i'm a genius..

LG- Genius? haaaaaaaaahahahahaa... my dick can strum the guitar better and my shit smells better than your lyrics..

NG- WHAT?

M- (trying to diffuse the situation) Ohh he is still high from the last joint i guess... dont mind him!

NG- yeah well whatever.. so what are we doing here anyways maite??

M- er.. its my dream and you guys are my favs and thats why you are here...

NG- ahhh .. its fuckin cool aye.. innit Liam??

LG- *nods* lets sing him something.. Maybeeeee... I daauunt reeellly wanna nooooooooo.. How your gaaardeeeennnnn grooooooooooooowwwwss... cause I just waaaanna plaaaaaaayyyyyy...

NG- fucking aye.. you sound like shit.. stop it..!!!

LG- why dont you sing it in ur sissy voice... makes me feel like puking right up your nose..

(heavy swearing follows... stuff that cant be mentioned here comes out... now i know who is more gross than me.. Liam throws the empty beer bottle at Noel.. he dodges.. picks his guitar to hit Liam)

M- oyeee you fellas should stop that shit.. you aint performing for the public... so cut the crap and just sing the songs...

NG- lad's got a point Liam... no public.. no publicity.. innit?

LG- *grunt* whatever..

(And then they belted all my favourite songs.. one after the other.. and it was awesome... the drummer had some cocaine.. and Liam put it on the floor as he couldnt find any other place to do it.. it was funny to see him sniff it off the floor and sing at the same time.. Noel tried to kick him so that he'd start singing again.. but some time later i saw both of them sniffing it off the floor.. when i couldnt see it anymore.. and after Noel pleaded..(he obviously couldnt play the guitar sniffing coke off the ground) i decided to stop it for them...)

NG-Cheers maite... i owe you one!!

M- oh you can give it to me now.. just look at the stuff i wrote.. i want to compose tunes for 'em.. got two or three in mind ..jus check 'em out aye?

NG- sure!!

(I make him go through my blog.. Liam pukes.. Noel is buzzed..)

NG- Maite.. what do you trip on when you write that??

M- what??

NG- do you do cocaine?

M- hell fuck no!!

NG- do you smoke up??

M- No way mate!!

NG- Ow .. Oow the feeccccccckkk do ye come up with thaa??

M-(rather sheepishly) er.. I listen to Oasis when i write..

(And then Liam got up, grabbed the mike and ran straight at me... not far behind was Noel.. with his electric gibson..and no he wasnt in a mood to hear me play the songs.. and surprisingly the bassy and the drummer were running after me... expectedly the dream got over...)

But something strange.. i still cant explain my mum abt some white stuff on the floor.. sniffing which the Ants got high... well.. as NG says..

you can wait for the right time...

to spend your days in the sunshine..

you might as well do the white line..

cos when it comes on top..

you gotta make it happen...

Guess ants werent on his mind when he wrote that... !!!

PS: I LOVE OASIS to the core!!! AND i dont do any drugs.. except Oasis.. ;-)

Call Me When You're Home

Dont ask me for I dont know why...
But in my life if once we can fly...
I'll have no regrets when I die...
For never may cross again your path and mine...

So just as long..
nothing's wrong..
Call me when you're home..
And no i cant, cant stay alone...
Dont see me but talk on the phone...
No matter where-ever you roam...
Just call me once when you're home...

All logic is defied by this feeling new..
That I've been feeling for you..
I know this haste is beyond all reason...
But life rarely ever saw another season..

So just as long..
nothing's wrong..
Call me when you're home..
And no i cant, cant stay alone...
Dont see me but talk on the phone...
No matter where-ever you roam...
Just call me once when you're home...

Drop Dead Gorgeous

Stepping off the train every morning..
I'm simply somewhere else..
Buzzing in my head is that warning..
That all of it still maybe false..

But its true though its too good to be..
That I see you in the Nine Twenty Three..

And no I just dont wanna help it..
Dont wanna forget you for a bit..
Roaming around everywhere clueless..
Looking for you o' drop dead gorgeous..

The days have never passed so fast..
Or maybe I'm running through them..
And I can almost see it flying past..
Reflecting on me all my life's mayhem..

But it all disappears leaving me in a fix..
When you smile at me in the Five past Six..

And no I just dont wanna help it..
Dont wanna forget you for a bit..
Roaming around everywhere clueless..
Looking for you o' drop dead gorgeous..

OutLaw

Listen to me and my phrase,
Kill the treble and cut that bass,
Else you wont hear my song.

Of all my colours that were faint,
You always had your complaints,
I aint gonna stick arnd for long.

One life to live, had things to see,
Brought to the book for being me,
Judge me,
With a closed mind and a dropped jaw,
For I'm the odd one out, the one outlaw.
Kiss me,
Try hard but there remains hate raw,
For I'm the odd one out, the one outlaw.

And I'm blamed for your today,
Its all my fault you say,
Ever cared to look at life from my side?

Somethings tend to remain,
In my memory as pain,
And it is kinda tough for me to hide.

One life to live, had things to see,
Brought to the book for being me,
Judge me,
With a closed mind and a dropped jaw,
For I'm the odd one out, the one outlaw.
Kiss me,
Try hard but there remains hate raw,
For I'm the odd one out, the one outlaw..

The Chronicles of The Fucking Woodpecker - 2

I showed it UP YOURS when it turned up today morning....it took notice of the fact that someone was standing in the window and then looked upwards, apparently thinking i was pointing to something up there...and then started pecking away... then i had to point my index finger at it... get its attention and then tell it UP YOURS again.... finally and thankfully fucker got the message and flew away...and now i'm mulling over it...Was I torturing the woodpecker or was it the other way round???????? like a frnd says... GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!

The Chronicles of The Fucking Woodpecker - 1

No.. am not stoned or drunk...and neither are you (hopefully)...you read the title right...its about a fucking woodpecker. Bugger turns up every morning to tak-tak-tak-tak-tak the hell out of me... the irritating sound it creates would make a cross between himesh reshammiya and marilyn manson seem innocuous...anyways i guess i oughta give you a better insight into the trauma i suffer every morning..

My bedroom is on the second floor of my house... and right opposite to my window is a tall tree of beautiful magnolia flowers... its spring time and the flowers are in full bloom, a great sight to look at the first thing in the morning... but my nocturnal instincts are stronger and i normally dont sleep before 4.30-5.00 am.. and just when my sleep is at its peak....it starts...tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak....

I moved here during the winters... and there was absolutely no scope to practise ornithology...but with the dawn of spring..the birds started flocking arnd in large groups...but its this one that stands out...the fucking woodpecker... there must be about 25 large trees in the same area... some larger than the one thats right next to my window.. but for some strange reason.. the fucker likes only this one. I guess its some weird perverse sadistic motive that the pecker choose this particular tree...doesnt even go elsewhere...and of all the possible spots on this 20 feet tall tree chose one that is bang next to my window..

The trauma has been so tremedous that after one drinking binge with mates..when i got back home...i couldnt sleep with the window open...fearing that the wood pecker would come in and sit and peck on my head instead!! Tired of all this i finally decided to defend my territory ... but then, there wasnt any offensive move from its side that was purely physical in natureand hence, i decided that i must retaliate in the same way...but then HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MENTALLY TORTURE A WOODPECKER?????????? any answers???

Distress Call

Of all the things you have got to say,
There is always someone finding a way,
From half the world away,
You cant get the thoughts to sway,

And after all you cant complain,
Cos you took your last chance once again,
Sitting on the edge of the blade,
Thinking of what your dreams are made,
The faces and figures slowly fade,
Leaving behind a trail of ruby and jade,

The night suddenly seems so long,
No idea what is it that went wrong,
Skies are void of all the birds,
And so is your mind of all the words,

What looks like a really tough time,
Is a bit of rain a bit of sunshine,
You wont have it on you forever,
Cos when it was now or never,
To check you and your freefall,
God sent me to answer your distress call...

Stranger

Seems like life's playing a funny li'l game,
Cos I dont even know your name.
And still you know that i'm lost,
Shivering in the sun, sweating in the frost.

And no its not love,
I aint a stupid dove,
Diving for you,
Yeah but its true,
That flipping through these pages,
My feeling for you is getting stranger,
Feels like you have known me for ages,
But to me you are still a stranger.

Just got one life to live, one tale to tell,
Cant wait for you to ring my doorbell,
Talk to me, through the dark and the light,
Of tomorrow, today, yesterday and tonight,

How can you hear me say,
From that far away,
Doves dont dive,
For double talk and jive.
Coming out on top, going down in style,
This whole game is becoming stranger,
Feels like you found a friend for life,
But for me you are still a stranger.

MayBe

Maybe so many things I wished were true...
Maybe I didnt see that the water is really blue...
Maybe I wont be living this life through...
Maybe it holds nothing for me without you..

Maybe the birds didnt spread the wings to fly...
Maybe the thoughts never really did die...
Maybe I never gave us a try...
Maybe we never really said goodbye....

Maybe this is the start of me not my end...
Maybe I'm an exception just not a trend...
Maybe I'm not a god but a fiend...
Maybe all I need is a friend...

Right words to say

Seasons have come and gone,
You're still talking on the phone,
Walking through the rain,
Trying hard to hide that pain,
That I gave you first,
For I was just,

Not in my senses and I,
Have lost my way,
Through my life trying,
To live on while you pray.
For me in the dark and slow night,
And on the fast and hard day,
But somehow I just cant find,
The right words to say.

The Train of My Thoughts

"Look out of the window, keep staring till you lose the train of thought. You finally see your reflection in the window and in all probability your lips will break into a smile because you realise how you have been looking all these days and how you thought you actually were".

Yeah this doesnt have any relation whatsoever with what i intend to write, but its tough for me to delete such things. Just like memories. They linger on just like the teasing scent of the roses that mum just threw out of the window. I think of it and I see a vase full of bright-coloured yellow roses and when I open my eyes, they are gone. And just like the roses, there are people in life who you instantly see when you close your eyes, but are gone when you come back to reality.

I dont know if its the rough cold weather outside or the fog of my memories inside thats having the effect on me, but it is for sure taking me on a trip down the memory lane. I miss so many people in my life, around whom I thought my life was built. But I've grown up *smirks*, learnt to stand on my own, and like all those who stand on their own, am pretty much alone as well. And confused too. Where is my home? People say home is where heart is. Where is my heart? Do I have one? Do I love anyone? I dont think so, and as people have been pointing out of late, I surely dont love anyone, dont have time for anyone, not for myself as well. not enough to even look into that mirror, to lose my train of thought once again. Not enough time to give life another shot. Maybe..on second thoughts..fuck that..Listen to the whistle, my train has come. the train of my thoughts, to take me someplace where maybe I can know what is it that I really want...

Live with me

I saw myself always on the run,
Looking for a safe place under the sun,

And just when a dead end ,
Was right in my sight,
You saw through me,
And came into my life,

And I,
Wanna fly up in the sky,
Wanna really get so high
So will you fly with me.

And I,
Wanna live dont wanna die,
Dont ask cos I dont know why,
So will you live with me.

When I was lost you came & held my hand,
Got me to get up & made me able to stand,

And now that you are sad,
And feeling so low,
I'm not gonna leave you,
Alone and go,

And you,
Should fly up in the sky,
Should really get so high
And I will fly with you.

And you,
Should live and just dont die,
Shouldn't just sit and start to cry
Cos I'll live with you.....

Cos you've been with me
So i'll be with youuuuuuuuuuuuu.....

Definitely Maybe

I'm in this world with,
A world inside me,
Nothing do i hide,
Everything's there to see

I am not someone I cannot be,
All it takes is a look in my eyes,
But no one puts an effort and i,
Just dont take any lies.

So definitely maybe
Somewhere someday
Someone will find me
And say i'm okay
I guess it'll take some time for them
To make sense out of my mayhem
I cant see the lock but i got the key
So till you find me i'll drink some whiskey
I know it sounds a little risky but,
I will live, definitely maybe........

Your life just stopped by to say hello

There are days, when you dont know
The feelings that are right to show
There are nights, when you're alone
Trying to live your life on your own

But there're no kings or queens
Do you know what life means
So dont feel sad and dont be low
Look arnd
Your life just stopped by to say hello