come here boy…
the morning skies… the hues – twilight and dawn
the way my glasses fog up when i sip my coffee
the way i stare when i put my eyeliner on
how i wish you were here…
the way i walk, skip and run to class
the way i lick my icecream melting away oh-so-quick
and when it’s raining, the way my elbows
invariably get wet, though my umbrella is oh-so-big
how i wish you were here…
i want you to see – me, in every moment
it sounds so selfish to say it out loud
yet darling, how i so wish you were here…
ruffling through the pages, my hair awry
barely open eyes and making my way through
the corridors, the water splashes on my face
and pristine beads of silver on my eyelashes…
when shall it be that all this no longer remains
a hope… and you are here…
come clean
let the rain come down and wash away my tears
let it fill my soul and drown my fears
let it shatter the walls for a new sun
a new day has come…
looming doom
have waited a long while to write this… fought hard against sleep, unwill, other things, flow… anyway…
thesedays, ever since the ‘cyclone’ and freakish november rain in bombay, and a bout of fever-cough-cold (i lost my voice after some 4 years! 
) the weather has since reminded me of home… overcast skies, semi-chilly ambiance (bombay can never get as cold as chandigarh, still…) and the cosy blanket to snuggle into… reminds me hot soup, sniffling noses, and preparation for JEE…
and now it’s not much different… it’s endsems and i know i won’t do that well… let’s see… working hard…
one moment
you know when you thought you were good friends with someone… and in one moment, you know you’re not wanted.
we can pretend that all the time… :)
Well can’t you see that it’s just raining
there ain’t no need to go outside…
But Baby, You hardly even notice
when I try to show you
this song is meant to keep ya
from doing what you’re supposed to
like waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
I’ll make you banana pancakes
pretend like it’s the weekend now
And we can pretend it all the time, yeah
Can’t you see that it’s just raining
there ain’t no need to go outside
But just maybe,
halaka ukulele
mama made a baby
Really don’t mind the practice
cause you’re my little lady
lady lady love me
cause I love to lay here lazy
we could close the curtains
pretend like there’s no world outside
exotic
as described by a friend with whom i msg chat at nights
you hair. your young face with a high forehead, softly flared nose, and very full lips. looks as if it has been carved by in volcanic stone by the push of stone by the push of a river. add to that slightly braided hair and with those strands of snow, make you look like an african regal on a consular visit.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I’m sixty-four? :)
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?
oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oooo
You’ll be older too, (ah ah ah ah ah)
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?
Whoo!
…
We’ll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you’ve washed your hands clean of this
space
not enough – need some more… privacy… soundproof walls…
‘blessed travelers from the fields of sound’
serious Acoustic Dusk hangover… my playlist is the following :
Nymphetamine – Cradle of Filth
Ever Dream – Nightwish
Comfortably Numb – Pink Floyd
Supermassive Black Hole – Muse
Fields of Sound – MotherJane
Animal Instinct – Cranberries
Chekele – Avial
have finally started liking my voice for a change… 
and it’s better late than never… i’ve 2 unplugged-s and one more AD to go… it was wonderful singing on stage and especially the jam and the nightout before… wish i’d sung in AD last year…
acads are going okay… abhi just 3 weeks to endsems! theek hai… long time but blah… these three weeks are going to be stuffed… need to take a call on GRE asap…
i wanna sing!
FUBAR
yes totally…
my first stint as the lead vocalist of a band playing a metal song – a long time dream… and i get on stage and fuck up the lyrics and even manage to not catch on to the scale transition! things that never happen in practice happen on stage…
still, i want to sing in bands… it was awesome fun jamming…
PS : discovered this awesome song : motherjane’s fields of sound… you totally have to hear it if you’ve an ear for metal and carnatic music…
PPS : on second thought, i actually enjoyed myself on stage save the last messed up bit, i totally loved it and so want to do this again!
would you trade your brain?
would you want to trade your brain for someone else’s considering it was possible?
( ps : i’m ignoring brain dead patients and the entire ethical aspect – i’m just talking to you, the reader )
cribs
mujhe bhi ghar jaana hai… sab log ghar jaa rahe hain… poore ek hafte ke liye… can’t afford is a bitch…missing surbahar on account of the trillions of meetings we have… people going home tomo so aaj hi meeting karni padegi…
i’m pissed…majorly pissed… i hate this… and then chandrika asks me ki aaj raat disc jaane ka plan hai – whether i want to tag along… great… pehle missing surbahar, then this…
i’m pissed
thought…
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