Part 1: Yours Humbly, D Photo Frame!!!!

I am humbled by all that I have received for my last post- “Why so serious????” many amazing, inspiring, motivating and nonetheless outwardly supporting comments from people who were like just acquaintances so far and now seemingly close enuf to be called frnds. M still not good wid their names but yes to mention a few- Meow(my closest), Aria(My Shakespearean half-cousin), Descrying the shadows(Mr Blogendra Kumar), Jayashree, Dewdropz, Cinderella, Neers, Mini Mouse alias Munnabehen(she’s usually lost), Salty and Ranju(She jus got me ;)). Sorry if I missed anyone but then u someone haven’t been regular wid me. A few I m not sure myself of yet ;)

Hoping I continue to get my dear frndie’s attention and also the love of the passersbys. Here’s to a long pending request from most of you to have me get out of my Devdassich sadness and post something sweet and simple. Hope you like this….

Before I start how many of us are into decorating our surroundings with pictures of near and dear ones, ones we love???? And how many leave those once adorable photo frames to rot in hell not bothering to ever check on their condition once left. Here’s to all u lazybums- a grievance call of your Photo frame….

Yours Humbly,
D Photo frame

I am your once lovely photo frame
The window of my ever-expanding owner’s heart
People who deserved to get in there
Apply for a temporary stay on my photo card

I mostly hold a love of their life
Sometimes a sibling who’s naughty but dear
Maybe a God to whom I pray and respect
Or a wicked Dad who’s framed purely out of fear

I am often neglected, left in a corner
Rotting in dust and spider-poop
The jobless idiots never look upon me
TV and phone calls keeping them in a loop

I promise to still hold what is dear to them
Never loosing track of my responsibility
This memory I hold- May it never go bad
I will keep it safe to the best of my capability

P.S. please atleast now gimme a thoughtful watch and clean me up for Godsake.Your maid does a shoddy job of jus spanking my ass wid the cloth and managing to unsettle a few specks of dust. I have already given access to my friend the Cockroach to start chewing up this ugly snob I m holding for so long. Atleast he’s regular enough to pay me a visit each night after u have slept…. Hehehe

P.S. from chaggoholicz- Kindly read my last blog if not read already. Sorry if I m fishin for compliments but I guess I really loved how simply I came up wid that and the chaos it cud create;) Hehehe….

Why so serious????

Picking lines from my momentary idol the Joker- Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was....a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me and he says "Why so serious?" Comes at me with the knife,"Why so serious?" He sticks the blade in my mouth. "Let’s put a smile on that face!" And..... Why so serious?

Why so serious?

You hate me because I finally took a call
And asked you to get out
What about the times I let you in
Thirty one times in three years
I never forgot the smirk on your face
Nor the proud sense of achievement
Saw myself replaced by mules and blokes
I still laughed then, why cant you now?

Why don’t you laugh?
Why so serious?

I let you close I let you near
Even with my family you could play
All my joys and all my fears
Shared each bit and lived each moment-each day
All done, all accepted, all welcomed with open arms
Now when for something I said enough is enough
You packed your bags and began to leave
You were the one who always would try to make up

Try laughing this time….
Why so serious?

I healed your past, took you to the present
Let you be a kid who never grew up
If in return I wished for some love
Why my past became an issue?
Why did my love become lust?
I gave you dreams of never-ending togetherness
But you could joke of blowing up my fortune
I didn’t find it funny but you called it a joke

Well I cracked one now….
Why so serious?

You found me and I found you
Bingos everywhere, love everywhere
Exploring each other, everything the first time
Until when your dreams stumbled upon
I still remember moulding mine to suit yours
When out of the blue you took me out
For no reason to fly away but sadly to be alone
All by yourself, all alone; I don’t get it, No I don’t

We both could have just laughed
Why so serious?

I danced with you the entire night
Compared you with the Moon the next day
You asked me out and I obliged
Life suddenly looked bright not grey
When one fine day you called me a stranger
And asked me to take some time away
You never came back nor allowed the time to
I tried and tried till I failed

You can maybe laugh on yourself at least….
Why so serious?

For you love was a running train
One you saw and felt like catching straight away
Lunch on board and a little dance
Maybe a movie followed by a night stay
You caught the train and experienced love
When your true self emerged and hungered for more
Not finding your ways you left abrupt
Blaming the menu, finding it not your types

Who had the last laugh then- Definitely not you….
Why so serious????

You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain….

My Better Half....

I wrote this while i was back in my bed under the lamp reflecting on me & my day so far. It just came naturally to me. Do tell me if you could guess about her from the post as you go read it....

An impression of my self
An outline of my soul
An image of my stature
An incomplete part of my whole

Follows me everywhere
Changing places as I go
She’s darker than most I have seen
But brighter than my core

At times she goes hides herself
Behind me because she’s shy
Sometimes she heightens herself
Watching the bright lights go by

Who is she? I sometimes wonder
Where’s she from? I do not care
Did we meet before is not the question
But instead what brought her here?

I broke the ice, tried talking to her
Asked her out on a date
She’s lost in her world, too busy with herself
Keeps ignoring me off late

Though hesitant still headstrong
She makes up her mind on me
To hang around till I am finally gone
She loves me so much you see

I am in utter bliss of forgotten loneliness
For I will have her around till I am dead
Don’t worry my friend she won’t break my heart
She’s not just any other girl but my shadow instead....

Do tell me if you guessed it right.M sure some got fooled!!!!

A roleplay....

Starting again from where i left the last time. In fact i must admit these lines were somewhere a part of my last post only that it took the sudden stop in it to a different level. And also u cud blame me for thinking two separate thoughts. So here is the second though though in continuation of the last one....

Surrounded by you
I craved for your love
Sitting besides you
I longed for your love

Died a million times
Only to be born again
Endured heaven sometimes hell
Till I could breathe again

High time I realized
What life has to say?
Times too short
Got too many roles to play....

P.S. I played so many in the last one. Some more coming up soon....

Wish I cud be....

I have always liked being one with the world.Wanna know how the whole act of roleplay got to me. Maybe this piece below helps....

Wish i cud be....


Wish I could be the earth
Or maybe become the sun
Play for long being the clouds
Or tease the wind for fun

Someday put on a winter
Go change into a spring
Making flowers blossom
The trees and grass swing

When I feel too hot
I perhaps go hide the sun
With black clouds as hair
I make them into a bun

A flash of lightning
And I pour in the rain
Wetting up the earth
But somehow all in vain

Let me quench my thirst
Let me drink the earth
To my heart’s content
For my money’s worth.

Next time i shall dream more and live more....

Happy B'day Pubs....

Dedicated to a burly Surdie – Mr. Prabhjeet Singh Khalsa sweetly called Pubs!!!!

A soul stirrer, a tear maker
A conscience puller, an emotion waker
A burly bloke in a golden cloak
Out on a mission, to lend each a vision

My long lost brother
Beyond whom I see no further,
My teacher and friend
To me whom God has lent

I love him much, respect him more
He’s too special, I say from the core
Belting a song can make him sore
He’s a part of my family, a family of four. (Sorry guys its 6 now)

He’s a gentle soul
With a heart of gold
Touches all with his words
Is the rarest of the Surds

He can drink, he can smoke
Doubts and Fear, he can choke
Call him cute and he will make you puke
Kick your butt and make you croak

He reads your mind, sees thru your soul
Getting you attached isn’t really his goal
But it always happens that he becomes a part
Something you won’t realize from the start

Like a blessing in disguise, like a mild drizzle
He begins the healing & emotions fizzle
Dousing your anger, wiping your pain
Thank God for him- You are you again….

Happi Budday God Bless! Long live my brother....

And kyunki ye bahut jyada ho gaya(I guess I exaggerated a bit too much ;) ). Here is an Eminem rendering of him:

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking, how everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!

Lends life to the lifeless Faith to the hopeless
Supports the helpless Hates the shameless
Saviour to the homeless Idol to the selfless
Backs the relentless Salutes the fearless

He's cutting now d cake and I freaked him out
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!

See i put him to sleep....

The Bottomless Pitcher that never fills but always overflows....

Well firstly a thanks to all those who visit but never bother to comment ;) And a sweet thanks to Meow who's got my comment window going. Well here's another post which got ready much earlier but somehow there was something that kept me from posting it so soon. Also i didnt want it to overshadow my first post "The Mountain and the River" which is quite close to my heart.

The second one was more like a memoir written for the person to whom the post & the story "A Night under the stars...." belonged. I hope i did justice there.

The last post just had to come before this one as it was beautifully started for continuation by Meow. Hope it fell in place.

The below post is again very close to my heart maybe thats why even after writing it i have added 3 more paras while i was entering it online. There is a lot more to be told....

About The Bottomless Pitcher
One that never fills but still overflows....

A barrel of water for some
A bucketful of tears for the other
A pocketful of love for one
A volcano of fears for the other

How do I describe this pitcher?
One that never fills but still overflows
No matter how high I brim it
It still overflows….

What fills it up I wish I knew?
my belief of God or my love for you
Joy and smiles or Despair and tears
Peace and strength or anger and fears

I feel it’s like a brain
Sensitive but strong and sane
Maybe it’s a heart
Gullible and fragile but not so smart

It acts like a door
Left ajar to let one know more
One who keeps changing with time
Walks in, walks out not caring a nickel or a dime!!!!

A glass door, Plz handle with care
It leads to the pitcher, Thou shalt not dare
Enter at your risk, Leave at your will
It may be locked, you break it until….

Everytime I allow someone
Everytime I let go of one
Everytime one enters and spends the night
Everytime one leaves turning off the light

Everytime one knocks but I never hear
Everytime one intends to enter but doesn’t in fear
Everytime one storms out breaking the door
Everytime one enters, stays; expecting some more

This pitcher again furiously overflowed
Invisible tears poured, poured and poured
Wish I wish it could simply just leak
Chances I go finding a Plumber-Ah so bleak!!!!

The door made of glass,
The door to my heart
My heart- that’s the pitcher
One that never fills but still overflows….

A very cute plumber! Maybe i do get him....