No maybe

No more let’s see

There is too much lost

Between what I saw

And what I see

There is no bridge over the water

And think we both know you can’t swim

But you can tell me no

Or leap into eternity

Have a drink and tell me

Your reality now

Or tell me what dreams can mean

No more let’s see

No maybe 

I wish I could create music. Just perform. Simply play something, anything. Carelessly blow the flute. Strum an old guitar. Or snap at a piano. Fill up the room with my state of mind. Writing is so hard, especially when one is trying to escape his mind. The more you run away from a fact. The closer you would find it, laced in a situation or an expression . Nothing is fiction, no matter how unreal you make it. Little bit of reality always seeps through the thin imaginary holes in the paper. And the writer is left with this unsettling regret, why did I ever pick up the pen, why didn’t I pick up a flute or a guitar or a piano instead.

Payphone

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

Yeah, I, I know it's hard to remember,
The people we used to be...
It's even harder to picture,
That you're not here next to me.

You say it's too late to make it,
But is it too late to try?
And in our time that you wasted
All of our bridges burned down

I've wasted my nights,
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralyzed,
Still stuck in that time,
When we called it love,
But even the sun sets in paradise

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

Oh, you turned your back on tomorrow
'Cause you forgot yesterday.
I gave you my love to borrow,
But you just gave it away.

You can't expect me to be friend,
I don't expect you to care
I know I've said it before,
But all of our bridges burned down

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

If "Happy Ever After" did exist,
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song, I'll be sick.

The Great Gatsby

 

It’s a different book tonight

It’s the one I never read

It’s the one that’s be there too long on the list

The pages are glued

The edges soiled

The words get duller with every line

It’s a story about a rich man

With a poor past

A story about having it all

With a pinch of loss

He wants her back

But she is mine

Or so the character feels

Alone with everyone

At ease on his own

After years he realises he is still the same

A wild strawberry in the forest

That can be carelessly plucked

But must be eaten with a lot of care

   The One by Daniel Beddingfield
 

If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all

I'll never know what the future brings
But I know you're here with me now
We’ll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with

I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

I don’t know why you’re so far away
But I know that this much is true
We’ll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life

I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right
And though I can’t be with you tonight
You know my heart is by your side

Paas hai par duur bhi

Aaj main khush hoon toh bohut

Lekin majboor bhi

Teri yaad ke sahare sona padega

Tu saath hai phir bhi

Kuch aisi baat kar

Kuch aisi baat kar

Ke main muskura doon

Ya keh de jhoot moot kuch yun hi

Paas hai par duur bhi… 

It was a moment in a moment in a moment

No more, no less

Frail, delicate, subtle like a heartache

But it was there

It touched both of us briefly

And then it left

I tried many times

To capture it

Like a bird each time it escaped

When I spoke about it

It sang noise

When I wrote about it

It flapped its wings and spilled the ink

When I tried to think about it

It escaped into oblivion

It is only when I let it be

It came and sat next to me

Just as she did…

 

By Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Ek waqt tha jab thode se kaam chal jaata tha

Aaj jahaan kum padta hai

Halki si muskaan chehre pe laane mein

Lamba samay lagta hai

Kal socha tha ki kaash kal aaj jaisa ho

Aaj sochta hoon ki kal main kitna chota sochta tha

Jaane kyun ye bhool jaata hoon

Ki kabhi kabhi chota sochna hi accha hota hai

Halki si muskaan chehre pe laane mein

Lamba samay lagta hai

Naam hai, paisa hai

Uske bina bhi sab kuch khasa badhiya hai

Phir bhi koi toh baat hogi usmein 

Jo sab kuch kaam chalau lagta hai 

Halki si muskaan chehre pe laane mein

Lamba samay lagta hai

Badal jaaonga toh duniya bura maanegi

Phir se wohi ban jaaoonga

Toh woh kaunsa pehchanegi

Badalne mein nahi, janaab aaj kal samjhane mein waqt lagta hai

Halki si muskaan chehre pe laane mein

Lamba samay lagta hai

Kal hi ki baat hai

Maa ne poocha beta tu theek toh hai naa

Maine kaha nahi

Usne haan suna lagta hai

Halki si muskaan chehre pe laane mein

Lamba samay lagta hai

Silence

Between the lines

You will find the real story

Crowded by words

Concealed by meaning

It spells doubts

But also utters hope

Stays until the midnight

And then slowly starts leaving

It is the opposite of everything

When she says it is nothing

Between the lines

You will find the real story


One behind the smiley

Appearing after the sorry  

The Sunflower

She is a sunflower catching butterfly

Dancing with the breeze, waiting for sunrise

Her lips are sealed, her movement subtle

Maybe it’s her, maybe it’s the lover

Like a long winding road that takes a sudden turn

She smiles broadly but mostly without a reason

She doesn’t care, but worries a lot

Of what’s coming, she also sees all that’s gone

She is not the one to hide

She tells this to herself and twice

And as the evening beckons, the butterfly wanders away

Her arms stretched can no more touch him again

So as the day wields its last drop of light

Staring at the setting sun she tells herself –

One more night

By Billy Joel

She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes.
And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies.
And she only reveals what she wants you to see.
She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me.

She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you.
She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe.
And she'll take what you'll give her as long as it's free.
Yeah, she steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me.

Oooh, she takes care of herself.
She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time.
Oooooh, and she never gives out, and she never gives in,
She just changes her mind.

And she'll promise you more than the Garden of Eden.
And she'll carelesly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding.
But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be.
Blame it all on yourself, cause she's always a woman to me.

Oooh, she takes care of herself.
She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time.
Oooooh, and she never gives out, and she never gives in,
She just changes her mind.

She is frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel.
But she can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool.
And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree.
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you,
But she's always a woman to me.

The depth of friendship is equal to the number of seconds one takes before saying no to a friend, for a task that is impossible to do.

That

Yes I know

I never should have said that

And of many things

That I regret

You know it was never that

Poor man with a rich past

How can he ever regret that

Lots is lost

And in losing a lot found

I still wonder

How come I ever found that

Wish had a little more of it

But then a moment has only a moment

How could I have ever stolen more than that

But I want to tell you

That we shall relive again

After all we all have two lives, don’t we?

Two lives -

One of this

And one of that

Lost and found

And then lost again

I am only hoping

Centuries have passed

And for once

The world has changed

I am hoping

The stations look different

More of red less of yellow

And when asking for wrong directions

You meet the right fellow

I am hoping

The cabbies smile more often

And there be no urchins at the signal

But when you find a poor soul

There is time enough to mingle

I am hoping

Coke and Pepsi and all their soda factories

Get sued out of production

With ample supply of tea and coffee

But no addiction

I am hoping

The Tsotsi and boys have the same future

As Brian and boys from Manhattan

And when they look at the ocean blue skies

They don’t look for the weekly ration

I am hoping

It rains on hot summer’s day

And it snow every winter

And when Santa shows up

He is minus the candy, plus the beer

I am hoping

The fashion shows

Go out of fashion forever

With not one glass that reflects

Or an inch of a mirror

I am hoping

Every failure is rejoiced

And passing becomes uncool

And there is no pressure to work

Right after the end of school

Away from the dusts of time

Away from the words too

More than anything else in the world

I am hoping that you find me that one place

Where even life has not a clue

A story well read

Easier done than said

You open the book you’ve already read

And then expect the mystery to shake you up

From the outside

From the inside

But you really know the plot

The heroine lives, the hero dies

And no suspense can save them

Or erase the sense of déjà vu

Unless the pages deliver more than I write

And less than you read

Each time

Each and every time

The maid doesn't apologise for ringing the bell when she has the keys.
The paper boy doesn't apologise for arriving after I am gone.
The rick guy doesn't apologise for not doing his job (driving).
The railway doesn't apologise for apologising without regret.
The commuters don't apologise for fighting over same thing every day.
The man on the window seat doesn't apologise for spitting out of the window.
The bhajan mandali doesn't apologise for creating nuisance in the name of God.
The taxi guy doesn't apologise for not doing his job (driving).
The BMC doesn't apologise for the roads between potholes.
The toll naka doesn't apologise for giving candy instead of one buck.
The bus driver doesn't apologise for rashly applying brakes at the last moment.
The RTO officer doesn't apologise for causing traffic as they speak over the cellphone.
The world doesn't apologise for sucking my time.
But I am expected to apologise for being late.
How unfair!

Your smile

Your smile is not the same anymore

It is burdened with our past

With what you are thinking of me

With things you can’t forget

Things I keep remembering

Things I shouldn’t have done

And all the things I did

It tells a story

But it tells a different story

Not the one for the world

One for me

Only me

I’ve been cheating

I’ve been cheating

Moments gone away

Say

Much of the moments have been fleeting

There has been no rush

Though

From start

Until the end

I’ve been sleeping

I’ve been sleeping

Who can deny?

When time tells

It’s time to go

Where you belong

A bus goes there

Every hour and then

It’s been a lifetime

I’ve been waiting

I’ve been waiting

Let the fate write

It’s own tale

I am here to tell one of my own

And it’s working out

All just fine

Since

You’ve been reading

I’ve been telling

Some nights

Some nights are different

Some nights talk less, listen more

They make you sleepy but make you not want to sleep

They make you feel like you are a nice person already

Some nights make you believe things you aren’t

Things you thought you were when you were a kid

Holding imaginary planes in the imaginary sky

Like a dream some nights make you happy

These nights come once in a while

And they don’t last too long

And when they go, they leave you incomplete

Like a king without a kingdom

A beggar without a hope

A dreamer with a dream

Like a me with a thought of a you