Turn back and see what you done
why dont you turn back and see what you done?
it was so easy for you to be gone
now turn back and see what you done

i am still trying to collect the broken pieces
and put it together again so that it beats
beats back to the rhythm the way it used to
but it just refuses to hold still

i am still trying to move on
and forget all the hurt you caused
but its almost like time has paused
and life is stuck in what was

i am still trying to fake a smile
and i can actually do it for a while
but then it just doesnt stay there
and my eyes do those tears bare

i am still trying to stabilise
and trying hard to be just wise
but finally i was always a fool
how can i now break that rule

i am still trying to stop
this whirlwind i am caught in
but its finally gonna blow me away
in circles now my life lays

"Trrrrrring" goes the alarm in my ears
I wake up in a jiffy without any tears
As i brush my teeth happily , singing
"Finally finally FRIDAY is here!"

Nothing can dampen the mood today
This day is almost a holiday
I wear the cool jeens and the tee
this is the day i can be me

I rush to the bus pick up point
a spring in my step , a shine in my eyes
and "gosh!" with a surprise i realise
the girls in my office do look nice

The bus is full of chattering happy faces
cheerful and smiling in place of the grimaces
people with bags will go home in the eve
for two days finally they will actually live

My cellphone rings with all its might
its an old friend who has never been in sight
his parents are out the saturday night
we decide on a plan of drinks and delight

The day passes by easily and without pain
on my sunshine today there can be no rain
today all the tl's remarks will be in vain
on my work i am just not gonna strain

I swipe out with a huge cry
to stop me now is a futile try
the gates open and once again that day
i thank god that its friday!!

It starts in the morning,I shuffle through the papers
the times, the express , the age , the herald
all papers the same with different names

I switch on the TV , surf through the 100 channels
they all can be classified in a few sets
news, sports , music , movies and crap
the same things offered again in a different wrap

I enter the barber's , he asks 'which shave gel?'
' Axe , palmolive, gilette are the ones that sell'
I reply with a sigh 'Does it matter, hell?'
'they are the same, and with my eyes closed,
one from the other , can i ever tell?'

I go shopping in the mall, its time for new jeans
i know its vain to search for a different hue
jeans always come in different shades of just blue

My stomach starts growling, its time to eat,
finding variety in cuisine is now an impossible feat,
pav bhaji , pizza , buffet , sandwich again
Is food always supposed to be the same?

Lets get serious , look at the academic system,
so many diversities claiming to impart wisdom,
but finally they all boil down to two things,
reading a book to your memory for one,
transferred it to the paper and you are done!

the talk with myself!

The reflection speaks to me , as i look in the mirror,
hi it says , dont u recognise me dear?
i look in wonder , and shake my head,
hoping the illusion would itself clear.

but hi it says again , and smiles the best smile i have,
i am what you call , your soul or spirit or self,
i am who you refer to , when you use the letter 'I',
i am the one, who is supposed to never die.

I am who decides , what your life would be,
i am your competitor , and funnily even the referee,
i am the fighter in you , and yet your weapon,
i am everything you have , and yet the only thing you possess.

I win battles, i do the impossible,
I am the wall , who protects you within,
but now am shaken , and weakness creeps in,
and so i need you to listen carefully to me.

when did you last do what i said ,
when did you last answered thyself,
when did you last do what you love,
when did you last fulfil my desire,
when did you last happily tire?

I need strength , and you are my source,
its only me , that you really need obey,
or someday i might break, and death comes later
but that wont be as worse, than life with thy broken self!

True Friend

A true friend , i demand from god
and he asks me what kind?

I say someone who reads my mind
someone who lets me be me
and yet in all crimes its 'we'

someone who is there in my need
and yet never in my space invade
someone who likes me at all times

someone who never asks me reasons
and yet knows all the 'whys'
someone who will never let me down
and smile even when at him i frown

god laughs and says 'u kidding'
'I create humans, no fairy tale beings!'

And the cookie crumbles..
how does it feel to crumble?
all the efforts going humble
all the dreams in your eyes
turning out to be just painful tears

how does it feel to write
your happy story on the sand
and watch the wave wash it
while you just helplessly stand

how does it feel to build
with cards a beautiful castle
and thinking as the wind blows
was it really worth the hassle?

how does it feel to plant
and nurture a lovely rose
just so it leaves u jilted
the day you find it has wilted

how does it feel to bet
all you have on one gamble
just to lose it painfully
leaving your life in shambles

how does it feel to die
and looking back you realise
this life went all wrong
you just needed a different song!