Drunken Ramblings

At times like these I miss her,
It’s a full moon out there;
And the roads are lonely.

And I remember like I saw her,
Glistening in the moonlight;
With water drops on her curvaceous body.

I wish she was here,
So I could bring her to my lips;
Take a drink of her and be one.

A slow heartbreaking song plays
Makes me miss her more
She is the love in all love songs

So incomplete is this drive without her,
So empty is the place where she used to be,
At an arm’s length; I mean outside my heart.

She would have liked it too,
Far from the madding crowd;
Alone and dark and no one to see us.

I’m sure she’s longing to be with me too
It’s so long since we touched
So lost is her taste on my lips.

Why the cruel world took us apart?
I want to run to the city she was in;
Where our love took blossom.

But alas we are miles apart,
And the tale of the unfinished love continues;
Because they bloody don’t sell Kingfisher pint here!! :-P

Fair Trade?

When I was in the 9th standard I and one of my friend were discussing what we wanted, I said what I wanted right now is to grow up fast. Of course that time I had no clue what growing up actually meant. Now ten years later I still don’t know if I grew up or not. But what I do know is what I traded for it.

I traded skinned knees for bruised egos. Toothache for Heartache .

I traded the time where your worth was known by the runs you scored for the time it is known by locality of your residence Worrying about not having 10 Rs to eat ice cream for worrying about a 10 lakh package.

I traded the thrill of bunking school to go the river side for lonely weekend trips. I traded drinking 300 Rs bottle on the top of the water tank for a boring 900 drink in F- Bar.

I traded carefree cramped scooter rides for drives in Sedans alone. Crowded Rock Concerts for forlorn business Conventions.

I traded times where one ‘I’m sorry’ message was enough for times where nothing short of a necklace would do .Racing motor bikes for boasting about the price of your car stereo.

I traded 2 AM calls saying ‘Andy Bhai ek pappi de do’ for impersonal New Year SMS, fighting over midnight Maggi to eating alone in midnight buffets.

I traded searching from whom to borrow money for searching for someone to join me for lunch. Lines like ‘Saale mere 15 rupaye ka dega?’ for 15k EMI notifications.

I traded the joy of winning a 'Gali' cricket match for indifference towards India’s world cup win. I traded watching Allen Donald’s bowling action for watching my own weight.

I traded fighting over video game’s remote for my own laptop and nothing to do with it. I traded shouting outside from my friends’ house to a swanky cell and nobody to talk to.

I traded forced canteen treats for dull 5 star buffets, birthday cakes for marriage receptions.

I traded 3 AM surprise calls for 'Nandi Hills' for people checking their schedules. Calls like ‘Saale 4 hee peg baje hai jaldi pahuch’ for ‘Are you free this weekend?’

I traded advice like ‘Abey ek ghante aur padhne se tu top nahi kar lega’ for advice like ‘You should take this assignment; it’ll be good for your career’. Talking about girlfriend trouble for talking about your girl’s nursery admission trouble

I traded hugs and ‘sahi hai beta’ for like button on Facebook, being there for seeing online photo albums.

I traded finding out the cute girl in white’s name for finding out the name of NASSCOM president, I traded friends dropping in for no reason for e-mail forwards.

I traded worrying what’s for dinner for worrying where to eat dinner. Fighting with mom to go out to eat for missing her cooked food.

I traded 'Adda-baaji' for Meetings, Pet Names for Designations. .

I traded filling coloring books for filling IT returns. Doodling on yahoo messenger for writing blogs like these.

Fair trade?

Hope it gives you hell

When you see my face, do you?
Think of the life we could have had.
And wish in your bed an old familiar smell,
Hope it gives you hell.

Where did you go wrong?
I hope you wonder about it.
Now it’s too late to tell,
Hope it gives you hell.

When you hide your tears,
And talk about your new love.
That to yourself, you tried so hard to sell,
Hope it gives you hell.

When you want to light a smoke and can’t,
“Girls shouldn’t do it”, he said.
You sigh as your free spirit you quell,
Hope it gives you hell.

You sit among your old friends,
But only talk to him in hushed voice.
Have you changed or your soul still wants to yell?
Either ways, Hope it gives you hell.

No you aren’t that pretty,
You lost your inner beauty too;
The day from grace you fell,
When they say this, Hope it gives you hell.

For a few moments you gave up a life.
For what did you sound my love’s death knell?
When you read this,
Hope it gives you hell!

P.S – Original idea taken from the All American Reject’s song of the same name.