STATIC

Life gets static, and we never realise,
Life gets stuck, and we seldom think why,
So engrosed are we with percieved challenges,
We forget ourselves, and when we fall in the quick sand,
We realise that life has fallen static and so have we.
It takes that one moment for us to realise,
That one step, that one blow of wind,
It alerts us of the onging slow avalanche,
Yet we never take note of it,
Yet we unguard ourselves time and again.
And when failure strikes, deep into our flesh,
We scream in pain, silently, away from prying eyes,
And that is the time when we know we are still at the same place,
Stuck in the past, just as we were,
And the pain is not about the failure, it is about being static.
And then we look back, solemly, with some determination,
We realise that the roadblaocks were the same,
That our nemesis has not changed,
That the defeats came at the same juncture, at the same cost,
And that we have not really learnt much from them, ever....
Static as ever!

I MISS THE 90's

I miss the simple life,
The simple times and
The ever more fluid feel of life,
The 90's seem distant,
Magical, ethereal, somewhat really friendly,
I miss the 90's, I miss my life.

I miss the times when we were not wired,
When facebook never existed, and hotmail just began and we wondered,
When computers were big and broad,
And Bajaj and Maruti is all we saw,
And 118NE, Padmini and Contessa's were luxury,
I miss the 90's and I miss that life.

I miss the simple pleasures of that decade,
When a chocolate made me scream excited,
And Sachin was cute with curly hair, and not sexy with a stubble,
When Paes and Bhupati played together and won together,
And when we rejoiced at a Kabaddi gold in the Asian Games,
I miss the 90's and its specialness.

I miss the tennis of the 90's, when clothes were white,
When Ford sponsored The Aussie Open, its background all blue,
When Graf, Seles and Sanchez romanced the courts,
When Sampras jumped and smashed and lept his way to glory,
And Agassi was the rock star with a style of his own,
And when the Spice Girls ruled the courts, I miss I miss.....

I long for the television of the 90's,
From 'Hip Hip Hurray' to 'F.R.I.E.D.S' to 'Hum Paanch',
From 'Ramayan' and 'Mahabharat' and 'Mowgli',
And then there was 'Potli ka Baba' and 'Disney Hour' every Sunday,
When Derek O' Brien quizzed us with fun and frill,
I miss the 90's and all that it brought.

I miss the ad's of the 90's, they were innocent and warm,
The Cadbury's brought 'Kya Baat Hai Zindagi Mein',
And Pepsi gave us Ash in hot red lipped Sanju,
When dhara made 'Jalebiiii' a national dessert,
And 'Desh Raag' and 'Mile Sur Mera Tumhara' brought us to a standstill,
I long for the 90's and all that it meant.

I miss what we wore in the 90's,
When tight jeans were in vogue,
And it was fashionable to wear denim shirts,
When guys wore loose t-shirts over stiff par of jeans,
And it was daring to wear mini-skirts,
AH! The 90's.........

The 90's were special, it made my life what it is,
When pleasures were simple and sweet, and the rat race was not so terrifying,
When small measures were big, when togetherness was what mattered,
And we still were proud of our little achievements,
I like the new millenium, but something is missing,
I miss the 90's, mostly because it was lively and had a life.

I AM DIFFERENT

I lay naked in my pool of shame,
Stoned by questions many,
I am drenched in the colour red,
Injuries of dignity reside on my heart,
And I cry for I am different……..

I swim uphill forever,
Against the tide and against the volume,
Is that a challenge to the order?
If yes then I am proud of myself,
If yes then I am proud of the questions posed….

Love knows no distinctions,
Love cannot be loved while on the fence forever,
I thus refuse to never be on the fence ever,
I wish to love; I wish to be loved,
Then why are you punishing me for love?

I have loved in silence,
I have loved one who doesn’t know of me…
It is punishment enough for me,
Let me be, please for I am a human….
Let me be please for my heart bleeds.

Yes, I am different; I am not one of you,
But then again I am still one of us,
I live; I breathe, love and contribute…
Let me be for I am truly proud of my choices…
For I choose to be different…..

BEYOND CERTAIN BORDERS……. BEYOND A FEW BOUNDARIES…………..

The world lives through borders,
Our country believes in borders,
And, lives weaken on boundaries,
So does religion, so does love and so does peace……..

Borders are definite yet unreliable,
Borders are meant to stop, but,
They do less…..very less for the true wanderer,
For, they are obstacles we wish to traverse,
For, they are rules we aspire to bend.

We equate borders and boundaries,
They are one and the same but are different too,
Do you feel the same?
Borders may separate nations and land,
But, boundaries distance you and me…………..

Borders and boundaries have been created to protect,
Shelter us from harm and fury,
But, then do we need this fortification? Does death recognise borders?
Does love understand confines? Does hatred acknowledge boundaries?
So, are we guarding ourselves from love, or hatred or death?

If love is what we despise, if hatred and death is what we are troubled from,
Let me tell you dear friend,
Love does fly, death can crawl and hate is capable of travel,
Far and wide, through comfort and sorrow,
For no border can stop them, then who are you and me?

Borders can never stop the meeting of the destined,
Borders can never prevent the fated distress,
People will meet now, here and today,
They will share, emotions and views, later and tomorrow,
Because isolated we die, because secluded we become stagnant.

Let’s talk about boundaries now,
Between you and me, involving them and there,
Distinctions may just be many, languages may just vary,
But hearts are truly the same,
For first we are humans, and then may we be a race.

You may cry on an affair, which could sadden me,
I might laugh on a joke you may well just smirk on,
You might be angry on something; I might just be ruffled for the same,
But does that differ us as humans?
We still are the same, in flesh and in blood…….

Then, why the borders? Then, why the boundaries?
Boundaries may just exist, borders have to stay,
So, let’s open them in spirit if not in letter,
Let’s live not in irreverence of borders, and,
In acceptance of boundaries.

For we will exist, for we have to survive,
For we must care, for we have to love,
Because when we stop to love and care, we no longer remain humans,
And what are borders without humans,
And what are boundaries without feelings,
We do live our lives contained in borders, but life is best bereft of boundaries.

YOU ARE THE WRONG KIND OF RIGHT

Life it seems plays its own tunes, its own games,
He never plays by the rules,
Neither is he constrained by emotions,
But he creates a right,
And then he creates a wrong,
And then he plays a cruel joke on us,
When we fall for the wrong kind of right.

Life is ruthless, life is unemotional,
And he goes sometimes even further,
But he makes us emotional, gullible and sentimental,
We see 'That Someone' and fall on our knees,
And life never warns us that that he is not the right one,
So we fall for him, 'The One' in our eyes,
And he is the wrong kind of right.

Yes you are the one for me,
The very wrong kind of right,
You are wierdly enticing,
With that slighly curved smile and brown eyes,
You know of your charm, you use it well,
You know I like you and you employ it good,
You are the Mr. Right but the wrong kind of right.

I hate your guts, your arrogance,
You are a prey to every male malady,
You are vain, proud, have an attitude and demanding,
But i fidn them completely alluring,
I am a girl very sure of herself,
But your self assurance makes me look weak,
You are so the Mr. Right, but I am in the wrong.

You know my likings,
You know my choices,
You know I see you the way no one does,
And you hit the soft spots when it matters to me,
Yet you act just as I hate,
Yet you choose choices which are not mine,
You see, you are the Mr. Right but the wrong Mr. Right.

You hit on me incessantly,
You get cosy on tender moments,
You flirt publicly without shame,
You confuse me with hot and cold,
Yet when it comes to making it offcial,
You hold back oh so severly,
You are the Mr. Right but it seems not for me.

So today I choose, choose between right and wrong,
I choose for myself rather than for you,
You are a heart breaker,
The diamond one wants but can't afford,
You are heavebly attractive yet you dont call me enticingly,
You may be Mr. Right but you are not mine,
I fell for you, the wrong kind of right.