Saturday, August 20, 2011

That's How I Remember You

I turn back and find no one's around
The voice seem'd familiar the voice seemed fair
I turn around and see no one's there
I think that some one would have been there,
Some one would have cared,
Then I think about you and that's how I remember you.

I go to a mall and eye the flashy stores,
I see the models draped in a dress i'd like to gift some one,
I think of the person on whom the dress will suit the most,
I think about her ravishing dress in which she stole my heart,
I want to buy that dress but that dress would only suit this one person on earth and that's you ,
I feel a helpless tinge of emptyness yet I smile at your thought,
And thats how I remember you....
On nostalgic evenins i sit in our cafe, our favourite cafe,
And drink that favourite drink,
After taking each sip I think about passing that drink to someone who'll have the next sip and give it back,
That delicious sandwich now lays half eaten on my plate,
The other half which always belonged to some one,
But that other person cannot have her share,
A smile lays upon my face when I pay that bill and see the left half desserted on my plate as I leave,
And thats how I remember you.

When night calls and its time to call it a day and sleep,
I look at my mobile screen, to check if someone's left a msg or hope for a missed call,
But I find none, and sadness prevails all over my heart,
I still wait for the last voice that calls me in the night and whispers good night,
And thats how i remember you.

Whenever I visit that favourite hotel and order that favourite dish,
Whenever I see nobody sharing that plate with me.,
Whenever I see that nobody is there to make me eat with their hands,
Whenever the most delicious food feels bland because there's no one there to share it with,
A smile appears on my face as I think about the time that made me so fortunate,
A feeling of graciouness comes in my heart when I think about the luck that destiny brought in my life but took away,
Whenever I'm hopeful yet totally lost at the same time,
I Remember You...............

I can still feel your hands touching my face,
I can still hear your sweet voice whisper in my ears,
I can still see your fake anger yet a playfull heart inside,
I can still experience you in each n every thing that I do, think or feel.
And Thats How I remember You...........
Walking down a lonely road, I hear a voice  

Life Blogger Part One

Things do change don't they? One day you are sitting at one place thinking about how you much you'd like to get out of here, and some time later voila! You are somewhere else thinking about the place you were before. Life is full of surprises, surprises that will eventually unfold whether you want it or not. You try to resist it, fight it, stop it but in the end you eventually have to embrace it( or bear it). You may take it as a curse or the proof of something that what you're living is called LIFE.

Wheneva I go to a new place I know that my days are numbered and not even once have I tried not to become too attached to a place. I opened up, I searched for good people, I found them, I made friends with them, understood them and now they are someone whom I'll remember all through my life and I hope the same for myself too. Looking back to the place I've been, I think now that I tried to live that time to the fullest, I've made some most memorable moments of my life and the most happy ones too. Whether its playing guitar till 4 in the morning singing and chattering with friends. Whether its eating the unedible mess food at the terrace together with frns with only the chit chatter making the food more bearable. or whether it's about hitting the streets to find a good mess and eventually congratulating ourrselves on our discovery. There are so many experiences that I can never forget and somehow these experiences have made me realise that they are numbered just like my days in those places. Either you understand their worth or as I said life will not wait for you to summon a surprise it'll somehow or the other throw it on your face :DDDDDD.
I look back to the days in Indore with frns, now when I see the pics that wee took of each other together, everything feels so surreal, like it never happened. How could anyone just leave such a nice life??? Why would you leave such nice ppl away and go away??? Well everybody has got their reasons and I'll not get into that, but whatever the reason the result is that nothing is static, everything changes. This change though overwhelming is quite crucial in ones life(that's in my opinion, you're free to think otherwise). Don't you think a Travel show anchor's life is somewhat better than the mundane day job of a clerk who repeats the same thing again and again everyday.? I think so!

People in general have always been obsessed with the past. "In the good olden days," they say! What they fail to realise is that the moment in which they are in right now is becoming old in this very instant. The only thing which is static is change itself. So an individual that adapts itself to his surrounding conditions and people will always emerge as happy, successful and will be surely qualified as living being because even the body of a living being undergoes constant change in his life time. He is born an infant and dies as an old being. Each n every second millions of cells are created inside his body and millions are destroyed.
All I want to say is that change is a part and parcel of life and the more early we understand it and adapt ourselves to it, the more we'll find it easy to live through this long tiresome journey. So brace yourselves people!!! Change is waiting!!!

Can't Make A Pie Without You

Got up late in the morning,
The sun mocks me,
I look at your side of the bed,
The pillow's still there ,
And it still smells like you,
felt so much like you in the night,
The day feels so heavy, my head hurts,
Nobody to get up with, my heart complains,
I get up heavily, and pick up the phone,
Dial your number, your sweet voice makes me squirm,
Oh why cant you be here,
I tell you that I miss you and thats why im singing this song
Why it's that,
That i can't even make a pie without you

I get up heavily, cursing,
Walk to the kitchen,
Smells like the pie you made the day before,
Pick up the cup and place it under the coffee maker,
Switch on the tv, and wait for the coffee maker to complete its full course,
The ph. rings and I pick up, its you,
Im angry I say, cause you left me for a day and im singing,BABYYY
I cant even make a pie without you

The newspaper flashes polictics and weird stories,
Suddenly it has stopped being interesting,
The coffee is made, one sip and I miss you again,
Suddenly the TV shows our favourite song,
Then a ringing noice startles my ear,
I pick up, and your'e their to make sure I have company my dear!!!!
And I say that I've made this song,
Its not too bad neither too long, cause
I can't even make a pie without you.

Time to go to the room and have a bath,
Going to the office never felt so difficult,
Where are my things? What should I wear?
My lord! What am I doing out here, I'm scared
Horrified I begin jittering around,
And then I see if the phone is around,
As I reach for the it, it has already rang,
It's you to guide me in my ordeal,
There's ur shirt, wear those pants,
Your shoe lays there, your suit case is all prepared,
And i say , baby here's my song,
Cause I cant even make a pir without you....

I come back, tired,my back hurts,
Somethins smelling good, I am all so glad,
There you are in the kitchen,making our favourite pie all over again,
It feels like ages since we've met baby,
And I hug you as tightly as i can,
You kiss me and grab me tightly with your soft hands,
I came back early baby, cause I can't bear to see you alone,
And I've been away but here with you all the time,Cause
I cant spend a minute away from you ,
And i say baby this is my song,
I can't even make a pie without you when ure gone...........

Love Is Only What we Do....