Wednesday 21 October 2015

A relationship of 3 months

It’s a rain forest and a dry desert.

It’s the Mount Everest and the Dead Sea.

It’s an apple and a bougainvillea.

It’s the Young India Fellowship.
It’s cold and hot.
It’s hot and cold.

It’s yellow and grey.
It’s addictive and exhaustive.
It’s stressful and carefree.

It’s the yin and the yang.

3 months.

It’s the longest I’ve stayed away from her. 
Ever since the history of one December 24th.

Tomorrow I’m flying to visit her and now I wish I could be there in two places at the same time.

Like really.
Really really!

Attachment?

Umm, I don’t know. 
It’s a strange relationship. 

It makes me happy. 
It makes me sad. 

It makes me want for more.
Some more. 
Always!

It’s addictive.
And exhaustive.

Strangely queer.
Queerly weird.

Is it good or bad?

I don’t know. 

It’s addictive.
That’s all I know.


Meanwhile.. in the background..

B : Queer ah?
A : Queer has two meanings. 

B : Bachelors in English Economics ah?

Beat playing at a distance .. I’m a Barbie girl..in the Barbie world 

C : Why are they here? 

B : Writing something!

C : P ah?

Crowd enters!

What’s happening!!

As I complete I’m called .....

Chatter chatter…

It doesn’t end.

Goes on….


C : Singing.. I’m a Barbie girl..na na na na na..

C : I passed a psychopath exam in distinction. I was very proud that day.

B : Enough! We know!!

Thursday 1 October 2015

Khwabon ke parindey.. ☺️


Every picture has a story, right?
This too has one.
The painting has a story, and its picture too has a story.

My attempt to describing it seemed like a caterpillar. Blah!
Never mind! Late night revelations. :p 

Here's a butterfly of the same.

P.S - Off late, I'm too much into poetry. 
Reading poetry, writing poetry, right now listening to poetry and completing a sketchbook.

Here's some late night poetry and a painting that's right beside me - making me add more sense to the lyrics on loop. (:

Udein, khule aasaman mein khwabon ke parindey
Udein, dil ke jahaan main khaabon ke parindey
Oho, kya pata, jaayenge kahaan
Khule hain jo par, kahe yeh nazar
Lagta hai ab hain jaage hum
Fikrein jo thi, peechhe reh gayi
Nikle unse aage hum
Hawaon mein beh rahi hai zindagi
Yeh hum se keh rahi hai zindagi
Oho.. ab to, jo bhi ho so ho..

Ude, khule aasaman mein khwabon ke parindey
Ude, dil ke jahaan mein khwabon ke parindey
Oho, kya pata, jayenge kahaan
Kisi ne chhua toh yeh hua
Phirte hain mehke mehke hum
Khoye hain kahin baatein nayi
Jab hain aise behke hum
Hua hai yoon ke dil pighal gaye
Bas ek pal mein hum badal gaye
Oho.. ab to, jo bhi ho so ho..

Roshni mili
Ab raah mein hai ek dilkashi si barsi
Har khushi mili
Ab zindagi pe hai zindagi si barsi
Ab jeena hum ne seekha hai
Yaad hai kal, aaya tha wo pal
Jisme jaadoo aisa tha
Hum ho gaye jaise naye
Woh kal jaane kaisa tha
Kahe yeh dil ki jaa udhar hi tu
Jahan bhi leke jaaye aarzoo
Oho, ab toh...