My Undisclosed World Of Thoughts

Let's   go through an incident: A song is playing in my ears. I love the song, I close my eyes, my hands start playing imaginary chords, I might look like a madman to somebody looking at me from a distance but it hardly matters to me, meanwhile I picture myself on the lead guitar playing the guitar part of the song on a huge stage in a massive arena surrounded by tons of people, some of them even shouting my name! The atmosphere is electric with people head banging their heads off, rock horns are in the air and a wave of musical bliss sweeps the arena. The drummer and the bass guitarist jam in tandem and lay the most amazing foundation   to the song. I come forward to give a solo on my guitar and the crowd applauds with a loud roar. The crowd is crazy now, cheering every beat of the drum, every note of the guitar and every word that comes out of the vocalist's mouth. The song is nearing its end now, the crowd is in a frenzy. The vocalist, bass guitarist and I come forward, ...

The delight at the wonderful moments she makes And the sweet laughter in her unusual babbles Her childish innocence sparkles in her smile Her world is a haven of joy and surprises She has no envy or feelings of dismay There is the innocent rage though that takes control sometimes She doesn't hate anybody, she loves all Her heart is pure and free from hatred of any kind Her favourite things are as simple as chocolates and toys It wouldn't take someone much time to befriend her She's a bundle of energy packed with emotions of all kind She runs around the house shouting just about anything Her stories may have no begginning and sometimes no end either But it would be harsh not to listen to her broken recollections She doesn't take things to the heart, she may flare in rage a moment and love you the next Her hugs are lovable and priceless She wraps all her warm affection around you She's sweet, lovely and nee...

Inspired from my friend Ronack and his blog post http://ronacks.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-u-dint-know-bot-me-d.html  , I've decided to come up with things ppl might not know abt me.. So well, here goes.. 1. I've lived in 3 cities of India, changed 5 schools in all, made like a million friends(still counting :P) .. 2. I dance well, I've won many dance competitions, well that was like a long time ago, I stopped dancing after 10th but still love it a lot.. 3. I sing sometimes, and I feel I sing well(English only, not hindi).. I had this dream of being a lead vocalist for a rock band , or at least the lead guitarist( still a dream yet) 4. I love playing th guitar, I love everything abt the guitar but I haven't learnt it till date :P.. Still hope I'll perform on stage one fine day. 5. There are a few things I really love in life, dancing, football, eating good food, writing.. Take one away and I feel incomplete. 6. I'm into everything.. and when I say every...

The eyes are wet and the pain oozes out, Speaks of the thousand unfulfilled instinctive moments. The bubble of expectations has burst out in vain, With the hopes out, nothing resides within. A resounding thinker remains lonely, To reflect on the unending thoughts that constantly resonate. The thoughts inflicted with a constant flinching, Of something withdrawn and withheld, unfair and unjust. Why did destiny choose me is the far cry, What made me deserve this despite devout benediction? Its time I retaliate the rumblings of this distorted soul, And torch my feelings out despite the repressive yet blissful ignorance. So hold my trembling hand and take me high, Let me off from the farthest sky. Let me fall precariously in the vast emptiness you see, Touch my soul, ignite my spirit and liberate me..

Its been a long time since I've written an article, looks like I've suddenly run out of ideas. Writer's block perhaps. So I thought hard about what to write next. A poem? Negative, I tried coming up with one but failed to come up with a decent sounding line. Poet's block too. So I looked for current topics, corruption came to mind but with so much being written and talked abt, no one would even want to look at what I write, let alone read it. Cricket ? By now I was so saturated with the amount of cricket I had been subjected to and with IPL here, I thought otherwise. What I write now maybe rusty and crappy so anyways bear with it. So, finally I decided to write abt something that is so obvious in our nature, so deeply rooted and innate but we fail to perceive its need and importance. TRANSFORMATIONS. I'll keep it short and simple, and not go on for ages. So, basically I'm not talking abt physical transformations like into a devil all of a sudden or a swashbuck...

What seeps within the deep reaches of my inside? A question lurking to bother? A truth hiding to hurt? Why is it that the mind tends to overthink? Abt things that hardly need a care than being vividly overanalysed But There's a deep voice that calls out from within, Reaching out for someone to listen. It has noone it can confide in, And tell the things it has withheld inside with pain. The voice of utter desperation,of rage, of profound insanity! Yet sometimes of a contradictory and mystique calm wisdom. It longs for the understanding of anyone close, Yet it dies before even ever being spoken out. Things stay intact n yet they crack, Breaking this world in the unseemly eyes. There are many voices now, the longing is worse than ever, But its so hard to drain this scared and apprehensive heart. Will these voices ever come out? Or forever stay inside making me weaker and stronger at the same time. So now, looking into the deep dark abyss of my mi...

I remember the last time I saw you, you were resting on the bed blessing me and wishing me a happy journey to Hyd.. Now 2 weeks later, I still can't believe you've left us all, that my grandmom is not with me anymore.. It feels unreal.. I recall those sweet times in my childhood when you totally loved me and adored me.. I remember you giving me 1 rupee for pop corn everyday.. I remember being bitten by a bee on my finger when you adviced me not to play with the bees and then you helping me remove the sting as I sobbed cutely.. I remember going to the park and finding lockets of gods and godesses and gladly handing them over to you.. I remember you making Tahar on my bdays and making me sit in puja when I always ran away. I miss Shreya and I teaching you English words and alphabets which you had forgotten over the years.. I remember your chair next to the fridge and you watching Aastha and Sanskar channel all day long whenever you came to Hyderabad.. I remember your f...