a dime.

my heavy eyes
rest peacefully on the
air between
and so does the frail
trails of curls.

the twisted tongue
has it sorted out tonight
with a little help from my friends.
there’s only one tune
that would swoon
the dusk into dark.

it won’t be long
before these trained fingers
go to work
yet again, keeping the
soul sane and letting my eyes
smell the Californian rain.

and it’s same every night.

but wait, a slight change is
in the order of our light

i just found a dime
in my pocket.

I wanna hold your hand

I can’t remember how many times I’ve had this conversation with now almost everyone in this world. Trying to explain why The Beatles is the best band ever. And most of the times, I’ve been successful, but there are few times when they just don’t get it. It’s not about the music, it’s about how that music makes you feel like. It’s not about a dream, it’s about dreaming together and making it a reality. It’s about love, peace and little innocent and necessary things in life that everyone can relate to. It’s about making those things eternal. It’s about appreciating that we are alive.

Things like, “I wanna hold your hand”, “All you need is love”, “Let it be”, “Imagine”.

Simple. Innocent. Beautiful.

I found this simple reasoning that explains why The Beatles made it so big. And it strikes home.

“You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?…’I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That’s what everyone wants. Not 24/7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche…or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can’t hide. Every single successful song of the past fifty years can be traced back to ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding.”
David Levithan, Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist


You can’t feel the pain,

Until you see the bribers making gain,

You can’t feel the light,

Until you pull yourself out from the fight,

You won’t even remember,

What is new in this day,

‘Coz you never got time,

To climb out from your old and stupid ways,

That’s why we fight for ourselves,

For truth and not your lies,

‘Coz this is the thing,

That you can’t deny,

Just leave all those rights,

And let them find,

Their true owners,

Who just piss themselves all day and night…

You can’t even hold the hand,

Of your people stuck in sand,

Your pockets are full of dirt,

But we still don’t have a shirt,

You’ll make this world so great,

That only you’ll live in it,

But you won’t remember one thing,

That thats’s where we used to sit,

That’s why we fight for ourselves,

For truth and not your lies,

‘Coz these are the things,

That you can’t deny,

We’re the sons of war,

And we will defy,

You of every peace and freedom,

We’ll make you cry…

A Hopeful Transition

Look out for the wind,

It may take you away,

Far away to a place,

With peaceful nights and days,

Where not only wounds,

But hearts are mended,

Where breath comes easy,

And no sleep is offended,

Where there’s no fight,

And guns aren’t loaded,

Where memories live on,

And they feel appreciated,

Look out for the wind,

It may take you away,

Far away to a place,

With peaceful nights and days…

The fear you have,

Hidden behind your eyes,

The worries of yours,

I can feel in your lies,

Those voices wake you up,

You can’t sleep still you try,

Always waiting for the sunshine,

That’s gone away from the skies,

The wind may come,

And bring it back,

The sunshine, the peace,

And other things you lack,

Look out for the wind,

It may take you away,

Far away to a place,

With peaceful nights and days…

Remembering the days…

Hey everyone! Most of you don’t know ( even I have a doubt sometimes about this!) that I can write. Yeah, that’s true! So here is a piece of my work…its a poem which describes a situation that is created by war and its after-effects….njOy!

The sun came up,
Shining brightly,
Only to see the empty streets…
No sign of life,
No one around,
Few animals were standing on their feets…

The further you go,
More steps you take,
Silence increases on the way…
No one to speak,
& no one to talk,
It wasn’t like any usual day…

The buildings shaking,
Without their mirrors,
Many of them without their walls…
NO place to pray,
NO place to lay,
There were neither any shops nor malls…

You turn around,
The wind blows swiftly,
& dust starts covering the sky…
You see the birds,
Going away from their homes,
Without even saying goodbye…

The smell of the bullets,
The firing of the guns,
Still remains fresh in the air…
It reminds you,
Of the scary battle,
& traps you in its invisible layer…

A little hope of the survival,
Of life and of mercy was there…
You feel for them, you pray for them,
May God listen to your prayers…