Ghosts of Summer

Saw her silhouette against the evening sun,
her hair ruffled in the breeze.
She asked me if I'd like to walk with her
All that I could say was "Please"

We walked, we ran, we stopped, we kissed.
Repeating this for like a million times.
Her voice like a soothing symphony
And how its still stuck in my mind.

It felt disturbingly beautiful;
almost too good to be true.
She took me as I was,
my flaws and imperfections too.

We went through highs, we had our lows
Time went by like it always goes
A million troubles as I walked through the door
Left with none when I held her close

Then she said she couldn't take it anymore
As I stood with my withering flowers
the roses I clutched turned a deeper red
watched her go as a thorn bled me out.

Nostalgia

Turning the yellowed pages of a dog eared book.
Your hands playing a tune you'd quite forgotten
A quaint familiar smell in an obscure dim lit street
pulls you out of a caged routine you were caught in.

When you pass by your old school,
or a stranger who used to be a friend.
You still smile when you walk that road
where you skimmed your knee, o'er the bend.

When you make the only dish you know
when you come home after days
When you sit in the garden where
as a child you used to run and play.

A long forgotten song haunting you till you remember
A blurred photograph from an old road trip.
The fragrance of the day, when the raindrops first touch the earth
The taste of the first kiss on your lips.

Haunting, Beautiful Memories. Flooding Nostalgia.

Off the top

Got up at noon like the day just started 

Already feeling left out and outsmarted

No time to play dress up, got run to 5 blocks 

To catch a bus to take me to a boring desk job

Rolling down the windows, rolling up my sleeves 

Whimsical annoyance, victim to pet peeves

Sweat down my back, storm in to the building 

Stares like bullets so I lift up my shields and

Walk into the room like in a movie scene 

Superhero music playing, I destroy bad beings

Pull up my tie, straighten up my jacket 

My pens are like guns and I’m always packing

Waltz into d cafe, unwrap my lunch 

Leftover pizza always seems to pack a punch

Clock hands ticking friggin slow, it’s boring 

they found me at my desk, head down and snoring

Tired and fired, carefree and aimless 

Losing always makes me like the bloody game less

Let em hit em high, while I’m hitting it slowly 

They nibble at the trophy, I devour it wholly

Sold my soul to success, got warned about karma 

If she’s sucha b****, find out why and calm her

Hope’s reassuring, it don’t make me win though

 Doors shut, lights dim staring out the window

Thirty feet below me, it’s cold hard concrete 

Inspiration don’t make words appear on this sheet

Epiphany strikes, like bolts of thunder 

*Cue superhero music* … and they all stare in wonder

Desertion

Took your delicate hands in mine,

Told you everything would be fine.

Disappeared into the night.

Trying to do what’s right.

You saw my shadow fade

In the distance, you felt betrayed.

My tears now freeze down my cheeks

I feel numb, helplessly weak.

And the entire world seems

To drown me in violent screams.

Turns out it’s just me crying.

We’re apart and we’re dying.

And who knew a day would dawn.

When we’d have to move on.

And I can’t even hope to try.

And thus I close my eyes.

Cascading frenzied thoughts

In this chaos, I am lost.

And then I hear your voice

Death in a sweet disguise

To open my eyes, do I Dare?

Goddamnit! NIGHTMARE!

beefin it UP!

So when do we decide enough is enough? When the govt. bans a food product that many in the country enjoy? Or are we waiting for more anarchy?

The recent decision of the Maharashtra  govt. to ban the killing of bulls and cows for beef is a perfect example of a failed system. Farmers are committing suicides, women are getting raped, satirists and humorists are getting zip tied while we are busy erecting statues and banning food products. Somebody needs to teach this govt. about priorities.

Semi bullet trains and more electricity won’t mean anything unless we’re free men (and feminists can crash and burn, its mankind I’m talking about). I’m a straight, non-beef-eating adult. Yet this concerns me, because this is a violation of somebody’s right to life, and I’m not going to wait around till a finger points in my direction. Hell! I’m not going to wait now! This needs to stop.  Now!

While we sit and contemplate and blame, or perhaps throw feces at each other to jape and taunt like lesser evolve creatures, there are people who are controlling what they shouldn't – our right to choose. The right to choose what we do with our body, what we eat, what we wear and yes who we bloody have sex with!

Let us choose, O Lords! For we have chosen you, and we can choose to overthrow you. If you can’t lead us on the right path, you mustn't lead. Because if the path you guide us on is surrounded by peril, it will be you who will be crushed under the chaotic stampede of a billion revolting boots. We fought for freedom once. We will again, if need be. 

Inso-maniac

It’s late at night and I am wide awake - thinking crazy

My insomnia is fighting sleep, the smoke grenades make me hazy

And I sit still, try to keep my thoughts from wandering astray

Lonely nights always seem longer than the days

So why does it break my heart to see them old pictures

Old saved texts get me feeling richer.

The moon shines through my window pane, a glowing hue

The thoughts of home always get you … feeling blue.

Lie on the bed, turn off the lights in my head

Arms closed around a security blanket.

The clock ticking is like an out of tune lullaby

And it’s all so dark until I close my eyes.

Our first Travel Documentary

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0E__wpQDZg&feature=youtu.be
screenplay by me
Directed by Ankit Modi
Narrated by: Karan Asnani
Edited by: Pankaj Mangaldas Makwana

my frst publish :)

http://www.youonlyreadonce.com/impulsive-journeys-waiting-lists/

actually written during a train journey
*raises glass* true story

The Truth

I'm tired of hearing the lies I've been told
No more of leprechauns with pots of gold
I'm tired of having to find the truth on my own
And it turns out so different from what I've been shown

So would you please tell me gently if my dog is dead
Cuz otherwise I'd wanna go to the farm where he's at
Don't tell me you did it to keep me from getting hurt
Because finding out later is actually just worse

So tell me if you love me; tell me if you don't
Tell me if you hate hanging out with me- I wont
Tell me if you think that my poems aren't great
Cuz I think they are, so I'll write anyway

Tell me your secrets - there should be none
because I'd like to trust you fully once I've begun
For once I lose my faith, its hard to find it again
Blame me if you think its mine to take the blame

For all lies can do is sweeten the blow
I deserve more than that, I think I deserve to know
Being kept in the dark is not just figuratively scary
Miracles do happen,so why the need to believe in fairies

So tell me you'll tell me whats true and whats not
I know its not easy; say it with all the heart you got
And to perfection, it'll bring my world a shade nearer
Knowing someone fully will only make them the dearer

At my most random

So i thought of writing what came to my mind
A randomly jumpy riddle or a constant whine
And as long as it rhymes , it doesn't matter
Colours on a palette and food on a platter
Surreal bold strokes and all you can eat,too
A song on your lips and a rhythm to tap your feet to
A deck of cards you keep 'cause you just like to shuffle
A well remembered joke to calm all the feathers you ruffle
Because you never thought about thinkin before you speak
Its yours to bump into , unaware... not yours to seek
Because you end up forgetting what you were lookin for
In the wild ways of a child with a colorful fruity bar
A toothless grin is better .. fangs can be quite scary
Do dentists who extract teeth make deals with the tooth fairy ?
and maybe Santa's *ho ho ho* is actually a cough
Cuz coming down the chimney in winter could be a bit rough
And Rudolph's red nose could just be swollen from a bad cold
The world would be boring if children do as they're told
So forget all your troubles and forgive me if i cause them ;)
The world's no stage .. its a maze you're supposed to get lost in :D