I was here but I wasnt

as hard as i think about it

going into this bottomless pit

Red was here & so was I

when he was 2 & i am 5

he acted cool & she was the tool

the journey began on a mobilised pool

what is there & what is not

they were never part of my thought

two down & three to me

did i get what i wanted to be?

whats the mood at the end of the hunt?

seems like i was here but i wasnt

I am sorry my dear :(

began as a timepass, but in love i fell
from the summers time, as if in a spell
paraded my new lover in the streets of FB
dint know if she was a treasure or debris

along came another girl, both rich & ripe
forgot my love, thinking of the lovely pinstripe
didnt even say a proper goodbye to my dear EX
into too many things as if caught in a vortex

two months gone, saw her today with somebody else
pangs of jealousy, started to race my pulse
in a desperate attempt to win her back
writing an apology note, am i on track?

The Wolf & The Grape

once upon a time in a concrete jungle,

there lived an hungry wolf named jingle.

having never tasted the tasty grape,

fell out of its own pack,trying to ape.

on the way, in an orchard so beautiful,

found a weird fruit & started to mull

whether it could be for him - The One,

and set about the job to be done.

for the weird fruit though, the wolf was just one in ten,

undecided though it was, gave everyone a token.

jingle realised, cheap & sour was the forbidden fruit,

rejoined its pack, thanking the dead man loving en route

One Day Patriot

the day has arrived for the urban youth

do you want to hear the inconvenient truth?

the other 364 days is alarmingly quiet

for this self proclaimed one day patriot

facebook is the new canvas

for the hero of our story

with all ingredients of a movie, mass

his attention span is only momentary

pic badges with the indian flag

songs & youtube videos to brag

vande mataram to Jai Hind in wide display

patriotism seems to be the fad of the day

Hero or Villain?

why one, why two
its the coming together of the generation
why go in the bus too?
i am on the fast track to my salvation

one is out, one is in
but you bet the alpha remains the same
talking in riddles, am I?
cant forget my midnight moon even when i am high

2 are out & I am in
had to play some psychic game for that
hero or villain, a line so thin
the climax is all that matters in this mortal kombat

Cul-De-Sac

a day, a tradition & the giving of thanks

turkeys galore, a blank & the fight for a few francs

its a repetition, this non-cooperation movement

the face on the mirror is that of Harvey Dent

cant come alone, need a leader & a pack

thankless job, piled up with people so smart

believe u me, we have reached a cul-de-sac

not far behind, the season of suits is yet to start

The DRAKA & Me

in the roman colosseum, gladiators were ready
intellectual warfare, between the DRAKA & me
technically backward, had to zoom in to see
effect of the food & stung by the boredom bee

the DRA(KA)CONIAN fight, classical & bookish to the core
had an attitude, not in proportion to its mental store
shaking the belief, of what little has been accumulated
back to square one, how i wish the DRAKA was substituted

tried to analyse, both fundamental & technical
its so difficult, forgot to bring the example
bands & bounce, explaining the random charts
not remotely stimulating, even in fits & starts

this is the beast that I elected, an intolerable one
if this was inception, cudhave shot myself with a gun
cant even complain, as it is the head & the chair
paid a lumpsum for this, do you think this is fair?

The Fall of the Master

weathered a storm, didnt see one more

time was nine, questioning the friendship core

a team of eight, in our favourite bike

the dragon awaits, golden & hidden alike

settled in a circle, beneath the flyover's light

screamed out 'cheers', not knowing its might

out to work, the chilly cheese & chilled out beer

two gulps down, message over & out, it was loud & clear

laughed out loud, like a filmy villain

not in gmail chat, bloody! this was real fun

kept poking me, with unwanted questions

recording it, for future handy reference

a kiddish thief, the question of my plate

a telephone call, about the friday's date

the sponsors scheme, of love & lust

what to say, another one bites the dust

The Paradoxical Complement

I'm a puppet, u hold my thread, not in sesame street

i'm so sick, u are my pill, not in the doctor's beat

i'm the song, u are the words, not in a rhythmic tune

i'm the thirst, u are the fluid, not in a sandy dune

i'm the tree, u are the breeze, not in a sultry noon

i'm a game, u are a kid, not in April, May or June

i'm the comma, u are the meaning, not in a single sentence

i'm the speech, u are the freedom, not in a state of independence

i'm a bird, u are the wings, not in the open sky

i'm the need, u are the goods, not in a place nearby

i'm the question, u are the answer, not in an exam paper

i'm the body, u are my soul, just dont leave me now or never

My Midnight Moon

a couple of generations separate us
i know, i might easily miss the bus
doesnt disappear, the face & the smile
hear my beat, even from a mile

an hour with you, hope(it) never ends
tried to be rude, would like to make amends
that wasnt me, if only u would believe
gimme a chance, this tension should relieve

didnt like it with the wall, used to hate the name
cometh the hour, now i know not all not same
acknowledge that i exist or just even reflect
would jump in joy, as in a bullwhip effect

sitting in class, i'm nobody i know
thinking of her, feel covered by snow
will i meet her, anytime soon?
i dont know, where is my midnight moon?

A Week in \m/

came a little late, blame it on my fate
i was an outcast, never so in the past
pleaded for mercy, paid up the penalty
full of pain, my cries were in vain

whiling away time, didnt even rhyme
it was all lame, for 15 mins of fame
soaked up in sweat, was royally upset
ln a pigeon hole & cheering every goal

midnight icecream, football livestream
masti in amphi, deciding the top three
in a quiet corner, book as my partner
gazing at the clear sky,I bonded with IMI

From College Class to Cattle Class

Teems of people, swarming like bees
the master couldnt get past them with ease
as soon as the carriage came to a halt
they made a mad rush like usain bolt

even the lights werent on but everyone was settled
hadnt paid the fees but started to question
I had the tinker tailor & soldier spy
everyone wanted a piece of the pie

the toilet was filth, littered with paan
discussion baords were littered with gyaan
it picked up speed & I was full of dirt
some to propagate & some to flirt

Its been a year since i've been here
as i got down from the train, i realised i fear
from college class to this cattle class
its all the same & full of chaos

Drunken Monkey

for the undivided attention of your mom

n number of chocolates a day is the norm

toy car which would run when given a key

how your mind leaps like a drunken monkey

cricket bat cooler than tom, dick or harry's

mcburger with friends and extra large cheese

date a girl friend sexier than katrina kaif

smoke some pot or grass & all that aint safe

tell me, isnt your mind leaping like a drunken monkey?

no qualifications but the best job in town

jeez,find someone whom i can call as my own

how u long for a cutie little pie to call u as dad

be with him till he grows up to be a strong lad

caught up in the coils of its own serpent

the mind IS leaping like a druken monkey

Soul Searching

One fine morning, i woke up with a thud
my head felt as though i had lots of Bud
WHO AM I? didnt know & was asking out aloud
my visuals were smoke filled like Delhi's cloud

opened up my lappy,
as if by routine
went to the Google search,
like a guy addicted to nicotine

typed the query, hit enter & kept on looking
impatient as a kid opening the chocolate wrapping
got the result & it was as per my fear
'soul-searching is not supported here'

A hot summer day

six, alarm clock malfunction
Seven, the day has just begun
eight, idly & dosa my friend
nine, beating the sun to the city's end

ten, feeling divine in the aircondition
eleven, succumbing to coffee's temptation
twelve, keep staring at Excel & VB
one, cant keep hunger at bay,u see

two, eyes are closed, am i awake?
three, work, thats what i try n fake
four, i am bored & the monster is unleashed
five, tracker is cool, my mentor agreed

six, bag is packed, all set & done
seven, feeling hot & my head just spun
eight, lets make it three for the day
nine, lookin into the cellphone's display

ten, virtual avatar & first life's death
eleven, the master waits with bated breath
twelve, some random shit & movies too
one, still awake & the time is two...

Love Affair with Pakistan

loaded batting, bullets nil
pathetic bowling, hurts our dil
struck by a ga(y)le, came up SHORT
the stay,it was as brief as a F**T

always followed them a day later
following mirza's love letter
everyone sing,
'All over now' by alicia keys
goodbye WC t20,
we are going home with the pakis

One down, one to go

a month is gone, a month to go

WTF did i do?

emptyness is all i feel

i maintained status quo

lots to do, i keep saying

did nothing at all

i while away all my time

in the training hall

cappuccino, mocha, latte

tried each & everyone

fast asleep, both in & out

i am just having fun

some hr gyaan to motivate me

i turn around to king

its a familiar tune i hear

its the same i sing

A crazy night (Ft. King)

It started with a promise
3 of them gave it a miss
It was NOT a celebration
but setup after a group discussion

it aint even started & the skies were crying
running for cover were us & the king
he was on a drinking binge
he creaked like a door's hinge

truth about his travels
stories on his travails
an impromptu jam it was
boy, did we have fun en masse?

piglets, bevda's all of them BLED
vodka did its job & he had to be led
easy, the cab was not even in sight
Oh My God, what a crazy night!

Lost in a Maze

Crouching on the start line, all set to pounce

It all started when I was not even an ounce

The rules of the game are not so clear

Its taken care of by those near & dear

Its just school, I had no recess

Realized it was the highway to success

If he can get it, then why not you?

I didn’t have the guts to say ‘Fuck U’

To bell the cat, to get the girl

A race to top, a race to ace

Like a mouse, caught in a trap

There I was, lost in a maze

Why all this pain? Whats the gain?

Is it for mani or is it for money?

What is it that keeps me at it?

Why am I at I M I?

Questions are plenty, answers are nil

Is there a solution to this riddle?

Follow your heart, follow your dream

That’s at max what u can fix

After all its all part of the matrix

One Helluva Journey

Tired as hell, I fell in bed
I don’t know where I am being led
My head is spinning & I am flying high
I can hear some horses neigh

Far across the ocean & far above the mountain
Did I climb the stairway to heaven?
Theres a big void, its blank & its white
I am carrying a baggage which is not so light

Shit! What do I do to reach the next level?
My thoughts were to put in the towel
Lo, there came an angel with a wand in hand
Boy, I felt I was caught in no man’s land

She gave me a boon or was it a bane?
I could sense my memories wane
I felt so light, I climbed the height
Fuck! whats the point without you in sight?

I woke up with a shudder, I opened my eyes
I see u standing next to me, dressed up all nice
Its one helluva journey I swear not to take
Sweet are thou memories, I don’t wanna fake

IPL or whatever

Its full of colors, its full of fun
The last one though was unintended pun
This is yours & this is mine
All izz Well is now Modi’s line

Powerplay is not just on the field
Theres so much pressure, who is gonna yield?
Everyone wants to cover their a**
Oh, these times, will they pass?

Foreign players are limited to four
Foreign funds they seem to pour
Players sweat for the money they get
Whos your money on, that’s the bet

Night after night we watch the match
Oblivious to all the plots they hatch
Oh my god, it’s a WMD
All of a sudden it feels so empty

There comes the Master & plays a shot
From a low to high & fixes our heart
F*** u all, jus leave the game alone
When I say this, I know I am not alone

Summers

Rooms are empty, the corridors are plain
Is there no one to share my pain?
April & May are meant to be dry
But why is it making me cry?

Summer is here, thats what I hear
What the dash is there to fear?
Thoughts are not so pristine,
But I am caught in a routine

The air is conditioned, so are we
No one out there gives a f*** what u feel
Staying Hungry, nothin to feed
A piece of paper is all we need

Seems like joy, seems like fun
Honey, Just wait till its done
Is it my problem or is it theirs?
F***it , nobody here really cares