The Show Has To Go On...

T' was a memory...

I applauded myself...
In the middle of a thousand eyes piercing my soul...
I applauded myself...
I shivered in the fears of passive lights,smearing my face...
I applauded myself...
I rejoiced in the silence and the neatness inside
I was ready to fly with my song...to sore with you along...


I smiled in utter breathlessness
still persuing the applause in quititude
Nisha..held my hand from behind and said,
"This day sing for the person you cared for long.
She is listening from far above...
She waits for you to unfurl the song...
Dont keep her waiting..dont keep her waiting this long.."



I took one last look at the deep blackness
in my soul
I took my song and flew to her...
The person i loved too strong.
I opened my eyes and found...
She was seated, far behind...
She dropped a lil diamond from her empty eyes.
She left...she left may be to never return..
to me or to this worl'


a thousand eyes went down in praise and wonder..
I knew my song was sweet and tender...
She taught me this song,I remember...
Amidst a thousand applauses I was missing her...
I waited for that wet embrace...
I walked back...in the oblivious life..of a performer...
whose Life must go on.....
the song is all that matters....

Confessions I stumbled upon
Its Id today and I was just looking into my phonebook to see if there was anyone I could send good wishes to.There were just two of them.I was taken off a lil by this revelation, not one I was quite comfortable with.Had I somewhere got into unfair stereotypes.Well may be.But did this have to go on?Certainly not.Yes I confess, I had developed Aunty-thinking.Aunty-thinking???_Well, its the way the aunties in my society/colony or for that matter yours think...Sharma Aunty,Singh Aunty,Mishra Aunty or may be Trivedi Aunty.But now, I feel I stand for a time that needs to think and toe different lines that do away with this aunty-thinking.I dont have to know your religion to share my life and its joys wiht you.I dont have to know what family you come from,Sindhi,Catholic,Upper caste Brahmin..blah..blah..blah....What matters to me is YOU.You and Me represent one of the most beautiful animations of Someone(I would like to call it GOD) and there couldnt be anything more illegitimate than this that we are blowing each other up because I pray to someone you dont pray to.Yes, I am a Hindu but that doesnt have to stop me from loving you, my friend.Yes, my Dad is rich, doesnt mean we cannot share roars of laughter and words!Yes, I am Indian, doesnt mean I need to think the difference between us is larger than all that is so ammazingly similar and gracefully beautiful.We are both human beings..isnt that enough?
Well,I am really sorry,i got so carried away, but this time for all good reasons.I wish we all loved each other so much that it pained when we called each other names and shot each other to bleed.
You dont have to GIVE UP ON who you are, But also you dont have to GET HYSTERICAL because they are not who you are or want them to be...Its this simple!

shayad ye sach hai

do hath sane hai khun se
ankhon me dhool hai.
mere bachchon ne jaan gavayi.
hai kahaan, wo jinki yeh bhool hai?
Gumsum moholle me chupi, gumsum yeh hakikat hai..
Aaj jaan se zyada bade,
kisi ke asool hai