that ignorance

last week or so, i was in India and i was reading my scribblings from junior college and also stumbled upon some snaps.. it just reminded me, of how i was back then..

i sometimes think why i don't stumble randomly into one of those people.. with people constantly saying 'small world', i am sure they are lurking around close by..

on my flight, the girl sitting in front of me had an uncanny resemblance to one of my college friend..

but i am sure she wasn't her, as this girl was korean. when we spoke, she told me her name and that she was from some place sounding like, 'dungeon'...

i have no idea how to spell her name or place, and i feel nasty.. i am sorry for that.. (now don't ask me how/why my college friend looked korean?)

it put me back onto the thoughts of my college years... it kept reminding me of how i was..

sometimes.. just weird things trigger some scribblings.. this is one i scribbled on my flight...

of the years speeding like the road side;

of the things falling in place, who knew,

of all the care, or the lack of it beside;

of all the love, that'll break n make you.

of an event till it happens to you,

the context, till you in the loop;

silence till you know how it sounds,

of rediscovery, how you were once.

the search, only when you tumble it dawns,

only the compulsion makes you see, a pause;

of things simplifying, how much you hope;

weird epiphany though you are not that type,

maybe it is just awesome; to the extent;

all the weaving around us; we are ignorant;

so much that it tangles; when you try to think more n more;

untangles if you let go; and just be the best of who you were..

a beginner's scribbling

i came across some delightful little (for me...for you, annoying/obnoxious/indifferent) scribblings of mine, from my school/college years..

tidbits of hand-written paper hidden in more tidbits of paper... zero treasure

some of the school ones could get me incriminated.. so i'll chuck those for now..

the following is something i scribbled for my college magazine (yes.. actually published) when i was in my first year of college.. (roughly around 65 million years ago, when the Tyrannosaurus were still a nightmare to the cats around)

it is one of my favorites, for 2 reasons.. 1. it pretty much summed up my ability to scribble and annoy you....

so here goes nothing as usual...

don't mistake me as a poet,

and i know not how to write;

with pen & paper in my hand,

i just scribble for delight.

i've heard of many poets,

experts at writing verse;

like them, some do good humor,

like me, some get simply worse.

therefore before writing the poem,

nothing natural comes to my sight;

and by writing this poem,

i just give my mind a flight.

i want to write something inspiring,

i want to write something cheerful,

but the thought of exploring ideas,

has made my heart so tearful.

i want to write something funny,

but i know not how to start;

thinking about a beginning itself,

has torn my tiny brains apart.

now i really think of writing

something very elegant; but

there are so many poets around,

that all my ideas become moot.

thought i'll end the quarrel,

as i fail at the initial hurdle;

and i realize taking on a bull-dog;

certainly not the work of a poodle.

well, i am very very sorry, as of now;

because of my plight, i cannot write;

my hollow head with a lack of thought;

by jove! it just cannot become light.

stereotypes

pretty girl ahead in the queue,

a pic with guitar, chair and he;

faces in the flight, as i step on the aisle;

from start to end of a day, a sight of all.

progress of food, morning work,

a lovely dizzy feeling of her;

in mine and yours, all thoughts and voices;

cool persona, drive way, and the pleasantries.

growing up, quiet or telling me,

with a flair on, or runnig money;

forward, hazy, twisted; as you like it;

standing still; indifferent; how i like it.

lights of the roads, wheel rolling,

a kiss from the night; all journeys;

marching ryhtms; quiet four walled emotions;

farthest depths; no one escapes Stereotypes;

they are not one of them; what everyone believes;

great part is no one really gets the stereotypes;

rainfall song

my friend and i have a good laugh, about our delusions of playing some guitar songs together. basically i suck at it, and plan to suck a little more by the end of the year.

next to traveling all across the world, my aim is to write and compose a guitar song (think, i should think plural?)

the problem is mastercard works for the former.. the latter needs a little head.

sometimes i look at my past scribblings and see if something fits in for a lyrics... its so appalling that i give up..

and then i attempt again...

the roads are wet

see the shimmering colors in the drop

and i'm all set

for i'll get you soon, the silent clop

is this what it takes to get you..

i'll let the rain drops to hit you..

i keep walking..

and the rain keeps falling..

no matter what

i keep walking..

and the rain keeps falling..

i see your eyes

as the pavement flows in the cloud

and there's your door

dripping, i come seeking your floor..

not that i want to ring a bell..

i return splashing and all fell..

i keep walking..

and the rain keeps falling..

no matter what

i keep walking..

and the rain keeps falling..

a click of wood

my heart yearns for a call from you

a feeling sad

changes as the rain now hits you

i let the rain do all the talking..

they got me here with the walking...

now we keep walking..

and the rain keeps falling..

no matter what

we keep walking..

and the rain keeps falling..

i miss the words

thudd.. thudd.. her soft feet pound,

on the toes, heels not on the ground;

the white frock, kept swirling around;

like a ballerina, cute round and round.

a pony-tail, and a dimple so charming;

her palms, soft as the angel's voice;

the aura, and the good luck swirling;

the smile, i'll let go of the words, shh!

the green, the blues, and the pink;

one look, i am mesmerized to blink;

the mischievous beauty, not a chink;

for eons, i stood and didn't blink.

to happen, collage of a moment,

yet i see them, as if of the past;

my sense of time, and sense lost;

i lean on the fence, blushing smile;

she keeps jumping, once in a while;

a glance of me, and its worth-while;

i miss the words, just see the smile.