Arziyaan ................. :)

I have written all my prayers on my face and have come before you,
What should I ask for ? I think you know what I desire....
My lord, My god.....
My Lord, My Creator

My brain is full of cracks my lord....
Repair it, revitalize it....

I have been created by you, you can erase me, I bow before you...
Repair it, revitalize it.....
Whoever has come and bowed before you,
You have filled them with unbound happiness my Lord...
They came in search of a glass of water and you provided them with the entire river.....
You showered them with gems, you drenched them with the rubies of contentment...
My Lord, My God ......

My brain is full of cracks my lord....
Repair it, revitalize it....

Whoever has come and bowed before you ,
You have filled them with unbound happiness my Lord...
A sweet smell fills our noses....
We become addicted to that heavenly perfume...
Your magic is as smooth as silk...
I am in awe of it....
I became aware of it when I stepped into your alley my lord..
That the perfume was always within me..
I just had to awaken and smell it....

My brain is full of cracks my lord....
Repair it, revitalize it....

I know how to break down and get blown away by the winds of time,
I also know how to recognize your presence...
Give me shelter my lord, I want to stay under your shadow forever...
If you refuse me....I will permanently dissociate and disappear...

My brain is full of cracks my lord....
Repair it, revitalize it....

I have wished for several things,
I have dreamt about many things and tried to accomplish those dreams,
When you came before me my lord, I could not look you in the eyes...
I bowed before you and suddenly...all my dreams were accomplished....

My Lord, My God...

My brain is full of cracks my lord....
Repair it, revitalize it....

Bring my loved one close to me,
Bring the one I love close to my heart...
May the person I love be mine...
May I love that person unto death......

My Lord, My God....

My brain is full of cracks my lord....
Repair it, revitalize it....










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I AM........ SO VERY SORRY :(

This post is dedicated to the author of INsanely Sane...Surviving qualmless ,to my adorable T and friend Sitanshu :D

When the wind often blows from the lime trees to the brick walls,
And I am on the move...alone ...with music as my companion...
There are times when I feel that I have not done justice to someone's heart walls...
The walls which need to be strengthened by an understanding, a fusion....

For there are times after my wet hair has dried and I am nibbling on biscuit crusts,
Someone's thought knocks at my memory bank, someone calls out to me....
Someone asks me to know them for what they are, someone asks me to justify their trust,
I know I have partied with Blunder and Heartlessness, my two least favorite enemies...

From accusations that I know will hurt my most precious love,
From bitter words that I know will create a rift between us....
I have drawn an inner strength that sets me free like a dove,
A desire to acknowledge that someone who rides my heart's bus....

Here I fall before you on my knees..and pour out my heart with it's many fractions...
And acknowledge that you have been always the one to hold me when I am shaking...
You have always been patient, though hurt, loving though pained by my actions...
I have been the heartless doubter, the one who has always suspected your genuine feelings..

I am so sorry, my life, my adorable one...I cringe when I look back into the past...
I miss you my friend, the one who always has a smile and words of encouragement to lend,
I love my angel, I respect you my friend and I adore you my brother..who is with me steadfast...
Without the love I get from all of you...my life would truly reach a sad end.....

MY BAKERY AND MY BLOOD CAKE...

I was alone with my sad soul; I had taken refuge in my little bakery,

The main ingredients were some happy memories and the splendid times,

I started mixing the batter and hummed a tune to shut out the outer world’s mockery,

Horrors !! The batter was red with my blood even as the Grandfather clock chimed….

I took a phial of my blissful nights, the ones that I had spent with happy dreams,

I added it to the batter along with those eternal moments which had made me their slave,

The red color refused to subside; I discovered that I was bleeding from my heart’s seams,

The blood was trickling into the batter; it was the price that I was destined to pay…..

I tried some eggs with the hope that the sunshine yellow yolks would do the trick,

They could brighten up my life’s cake and remove the dark red hue……

I then discovered that I was bleeding from the head with quite a steady drip….

The batter was solid to the core with the clotted blood; I knew that the baking was due….

I slid it into the oven and turned on the heat; the flames would wash away my pain;

It was my life blood, my soul that I was baking into a cake; alone in my little bakery…..

The oven timer chimed: I took the cake out and placed it by the window pane,

Maybe the smell would attract another lover who would free me from my little bakery…

JOLLY DEATH

The cold hands of death burst open from the coffin of morbid ness,

Death stood before me…its hood poised at an angle to the earth.

The wind was cold and the wails of the past rattled me senseless,

Before I knew it Death enveloped me in its shroud, warmth was its dearth.

When I woke up, the walls were black and the floor was bright red,

“Arise my son”, said Death as he motioned to a throne on his right.

On his left I noticed a golden chest and a plate with a loaf of bread,

“The chest contains your soul”, said Death and he laughed with delight.

His laughter amused me and tickled me but I hid my smile,

“What is the bread for??” I asked with a sardonic grin.

“You get to eat it if you beat me….it will give you life”,

Death had given me hope; hope told me that I could win.

“If I ask you the reason for your sins…would you tell me honestly?

Do you blame yourself for them or do you say you were misled?

If your answer pleases me, I will grant you the bread in all surety

If you fail your soul will be sent to hell weighted down with lead”

I remained silent and stared at my feet…while Death waited for a reply,

The air grew tense as Death paced up and down his hood bobbing fiercely.

“Do you have an answer?”Death growled with an exhausted patience supply,

Silence was my answer as Death slowly sniggered as he staggered sloppily.

His staggering was due to his laughter as he doubled over cackling,

His cackling was surprisingly warm and his hood slipped off his head.

I looked Death in the face at last…the sight sent me and my throne reeling,

Death was a jolly old, round faced man who had his hair dyed bright red!!!!

Death had the merriest of eyes and a faced sharpened with lines of wisdom,

His laughter was mellow and rich…..something you associate life with….

“Silence was the correct answer…..you are now a part of life’s kingdom,

Silence depicts humility…the destroyer of blame…you have won kid!!”

“Silence shows that you accept your sins and that you were never misled,

For misled are those who choose to knowingly sin….your heart is clean.

Take the bread and bite into it my son…you rightfully deserve to be fed….

And never think of Death as an old grouch with a venomous spleen”

“I never punish people and deprive them of life because life is my best mate,

I let people realize that life has a cost for being beautiful and ugly.

The cost has to be paid by me as I account for all their sins and mistakes,

I get blamed the most for cutting life short but all I am fulfilling is my duty”

“Life has signed a contract with me and I think you know what it states,

I let those people go who know that Death is not to be blamed and cursed.

Because they accept me as a tax collector who collects taxes for life and fate,

They are the ones who do not crib and act as if their soul’s dam has burst”

“You are free to go my son…I enjoyed my time with you to the last bit,

Till we meet again,tell the world what I told you.Goodbye and khuda hafiz”

I snapped out of my sleep with a jerk and saw that my room was brightly lit,

The eyes that met mine were my beloved’s,I smiled and bubbled with an unknown fizz.

OPEN YOUR EYES !!

Open your eyes my love and behold….

The vast oceans and the distant mountain folds…

Do you see the green depths below you?

Do you see the glittering stars and the dolphins blue?

Open your eyes and behold the cigarette smoke….

Do your lungs burn and do you feel choked??

Then promise that you will never smoke….

And I will treat to the most wonderful artichoke…

Open your eyes and tell me my love divine

Are you wondering why I am talking this rot or am I drunk on wine??

The truth is that I am fed up with life and I am in tatters!!

I cannot open a tin of sardines and I cannot have my breakfast....

SO WHAT DO YOU SAY ????

So what do you say…….we ….leave whatever you are doing right now…I hold your hand and guide you to the highest vantage point in your city and show you the setting sun, the vibrant hues, the flying birds, the never ending sky, the colours of life and make you listen to the thousands of heartbeats in the city below you and make you realize that you are never alone when you feel you are and that you just have to climb higher to remove your obscured viewpoint ????

So what do you say…..we …..lie down on a grassy bank and look at the star filled sky above and admire the twinkling gems and pretend to join the stars and draw imaginary people/cars/buildings or become astrologers for some time and try to predict our futures and make you realize that whenever you want to draw life’s pictures, god has given us an infinite easel to paint our dreams ????

So what do you say…..about you…… keeping quiet and for once listening to the person you love and giving him/her your undivided attention and realizing that there is so much more to know about each other and that a few moments of listening might bring you much closer to him/her than you would have expected ????

So what do you say…..we…… visit an old age home and comfort the ones who need comforting and listen to all those who have a story to tell (because elderly people are full of stories and anecdotes) and assure them that they are not alone and come back home wiser and satisfied ????

So what do you say….about you……. thinking of adopting a child or funding a child’s education and making sure that you help a person realize his/her dreams by giving them a name or showing them the path to success?? After all what’s life if you just live for yourself and do not take other people’s dreams into your hands and try to shape them yourself ????

So what do you say…..about you….. hugging your parents and thanking them for bringing you into this world and telling them how much you love them and how much you admire them ????

So what do you say…..we…….. forgive Sachin / Rahul / Sourav / Laxman /Yuvraj / Dhoni for not scoring sometimes and thank them for all the times that they have scored and for those joyous hours which made you proud to be an Indian ????

So what do you say…………………..about living your life to the hilt and believing that you are truly unique and the world is good because you will find yourself and all the people that you love somewhere in it ???????