Writer's Block

Every once in a while in every writer’s life, there comes a phase when he just cannot write. You do get fragmented ideas but not a cohesive train of thoughts, something that could transform into a piece. If you are a poet, rhyming has most probably deserted you. Nothing seems to provide enough inspiration for a poem. And it has most probably taken a toll on your self-esteem as a writer.

I don’t consider myself too much of a writer, but yes, at the moment, I’m going through this phase. I have started a lot of articles lately, a couple of poems, but haven’t been able to complete them. A lot of pieces have been conceived in my brain, but they were killed before they could make a difference.

I have thought a lot about the reason for this problem. And though I wish it was something cooler, something more profound, but it boils down to this- I am suffering from acute laziness. Sloth has become a part of my existence, so much so, that just the effort of using my brain seems too much to make, forget using my fingers to type. There are a couple of other reasons, but I guess I’ll let laziness take over and not write about them.

But before I succumb completely to the embrace of my bed and to the lure of daydreaming, let me list the topics I’ve been meaning to write about.

• 1.) Love and the myths surrounding it.
• 2.) The importance of praying.
• 3.) Anna Hazare (I guess almost every person in this country wants to write about him, most of them have already accomplished this feat.)
• 4.) Bakchodi (People who know me know what it is, and how important it is to me.)
• 5.) A couple of cheesy romantic poems.
• 6.) There were more but I don’t remember them now.

So you see, had my brain been working properly, the world would be richer by a couple of pieces of good literature. But then, the human brain is way more complex than that, and instead of literary masterpieces, all I’m left with, is a writer’s block.

PS: If anyone tries to steal my ideas, I’ll be really pissed!!

Reason

Because I fell for you the first time I met you, and I’m falling for you still.

Because with you around, my dreams are beautiful, and the reality more so.
Because you make me believe in fate, and that it’s not some evil monster.
Because when I look at you, I understand the meaning of the word beautiful.
Because I think of you every moment I’m awake, and before I go to sleep.
Because I dream of you almost every night, and I think of you in every dream.
Because for some reason, your happiness has a direct impact on mine.
Because it’s amazing how you’re the first person I talk to everyday, and also the last.
Because with you, I forget the past, I don’t care about the future.
Because it’s exactly how they tell you in the books, better than they show in the movies.
Because you make me smile like a madman, at odd hours and wrong places.
Because life was a mess before you stopped by, and then everything was perfect.
Because you make me use the word perfect way more than I should.
Because you make me write stuff that is not poetry, that does not qualify as prose.
Because you are perfect, and you are mine.


For those who wanna make fun... go right ahead... i don't really care :D

Khudayi

Aayatein padhne chala tha main, naam zubaan pe tera aaya.
Mandir mazjid dhoonda jise, us rab ko bas tujhme paya.
Tu hi bata manu kis khuda ko ab,
Allah ka banda tha, tere ishq ne kaafir banaya.

my first attempt at hindi/urdu poetry... please bear with me...

My Heart Was Set

I saw you standing by the river.

I saw your hair was wet.
I bid my legs to walk away.
But my heart, my heart was set.

All I wanted was a look at you.

All I wanted was to touch your hair.

After all those nights you'd kept me awake,

This little liberty, it only seemed fair.

But, for you, I was a monster.

For you, I'd always been one.

Scared that I'd come to ravage you,

Gathering all you had, you started to run.

And I ran after you,

I called out your name.

You didn't even turn to look at me.

And you ran, you ran all the same.

It was then I wish I had stopped,

It was then I wish I'd taken a breath.

'Coz I don't remember what happened afterwards.

I do not know how I caused your death.

Gun in my hand, tears in my eyes,

Blood on your body thin.

That's when I saw my love dying,

And that's when I died within.

The Best Of God

This article is not about empowerment of women, or for that matter any social issue. It’s simply about women, and the influence they have had on my life. Most of the civilised male population spends a large part of their lives acting enemies of the fairer sex. We offend them, disrespect them, objectify them. In short, we play the part of the enemy to perfection. But what we generally don’t realize is that we cannot survive without them.

Whether men like it or not, women remain the most important factors determining the course of their lives. And it is not without a reason. Women are everything that men aren’t. It sounds cliché but women complete men. And what do they get in return, disrespect and paranoia. I know it’s not a single person’s responsibility to pay the whole male population’s dues to the female species, yet I’d like to try, to make a start.

For starters let’s talk about the various roles that women take up in our lives. As mothers, they nurture us, as sisters they share our childhood, as friends, well as friends they are as good as anyone can be. And as spouses, let’s just say they take our hearts away and never return them. And these are only the most common roles, the most popular ones. There are so many roles that women play in their lifetimes that go unnoticed, yet are just as important. One might wonder what makes women capable of playing so many roles. I believe it is because women are more capable of emotions. Yes, women are emotional, sentimental. This is perceived as a weakness by the world. But actually it is this quality that makes them special.

And special they are. Every man will agree that women, in any role, have an aura that’s more soothing and more comforting than anything else in the world. I guess that’s the reason why whenever we need someone to talk to, we prefer a female. Not because they have a solution to every problem. On the contrary, men are supposed to be more objective and practical than women. Both qualities considered necessary for problem solving. But what women have is their colossal capacity for kindness. Most probably, that is why they can always empathise with your pains. It is this empathy that translates into strength, strength to bear that pain.

Talking about strength, women, according to me are the strongest beings on the planet. They may not be physically as strong as men, but then physical prowess is the most trivial form of strength. Women are far superior to men when it comes to strength of character, emotional stability, and the ability to endure pain. It is generally seen that it is easier for women to get over break ups than men. Many believe it’s because women are insensitive. What they forget while making this accusation is that it is as painful for the woman as it is for the man. But the ability to endure pain, both physical and emotional, is what that gets them through. It is the same ability that makes them survive childbirth, the same ability that makes them survive men.

No discussion about women can be complete without taking into account the quality that drives every male crazy- their unpredictability. A large part of almost every guy’s life is spent in trying to figure out what goes through women’s minds. And more often than not, the efforts are met with failures, even when the same women lead them to believe otherwise. They confuse us, perplex us, sometimes even make us mad. But then it is the same unpredictability that makes them special. Yes, they make us mad. And it is not necessarily a bad thing.

Women are a different species. And as my friends know, I believe they are a species greater than that of men. The mere concept of women is beautiful. It is an enigma that will never be solved, a thing of pure beauty that will never be tarnished. It is said that God takes a lot of time creating women. And it shows. Women have in them the best of humanity, the best of God.

Merchants Of Smiles

I have always been an outright person. Never kept anything to myself, never thought before speaking and expressed every feeling right at its inception. But think of people who are not that outright, who do not and most of the times cannot express what they feel. For a person like me, that’s the most painful situation to be in.

Sometimes its fear, sometimes it’s the sense of futility, and sometimes it’s the basic nature of the person. Whatever the reason, not expressing what one feels, is always difficult. It becomes all the more difficult if you want someone to know what you feel. It is then that it becomes painful as well. It is painful when your heart cries and the eyes have to stay silent. It is painful when tears go dry. It is painful when you know you have an option to end the pain, but you know you won’t take it. They say silence is gold. I have a question. Is gold painful as well?

Someday if you find your friend acting weird, chances are he is trying his best to look happy, which most of you would know, is not an easy thing to do. But sometimes, what is harder is to share with your loved ones things that are preventing you from actually being happy. I know I’m being redundant here, but can you imagine the trauma that one goes through at not being able to express that single emotion that he desperately wants to get out of his system, at having to carry the weight of his sorrow alone. At that point of time, he is the loneliest person on planet, even if surrounded by a crowd of friends. I know most of you would understand, for most of us have been through this at least once in our lives.

It is said that it takes a lot of courage to speak out what one feels, to express. But I feel it takes a lot more courage not to, a lot of strength not to, and not to forget, a lot of talent to feign an emotion contrary to what one feels. That’s because that single emotion holds the potential to destroy the person, if not expressed, to ruin his life. But people have to take this risk, sometimes by choice and sometimes because they have none. And this requires courage, the courage to face the pain and say, “I am stronger.”

Today, I salute this courage. I salute the people who live through this agony and survive. They are the martyrs in the never ending war of emotions. They are the bearers of the world’s pain. They are the merchants of smiles with souls wet with tears. Today, I salute every person who has ever held back a tear, who has ever kept something to oneself, who has ever feigned a smile. Today, I salute every person who has ever felt and never expressed.

Bad Poetry

Everywhere I went, I found people dumber.
You were the one, who woke me up from my slumber.
I shut the door, but you broke through.
Now I’m the one who needs you.

You bring out the best in me.
Well, as good as I can be.
I hate myself, you don’t.
You treat me like nobody won’t.

I know I’m a bad poet, with really bad rhyming.
But today in my heart, violins are chiming.
‘coz I’m in love, but you’ll never know.
Even if it kills me, I’ll never show.

I know the poem’s gone sad.
Also the rhyming’s gone bad.
I know I sometimes cross the line.
Don’t know if you’ll ever be mine.
If you wanna hate me, you can always do.
But the fact remains that I’ll always love you.


I know some great poet is turning in his grave right now, but wat the hell!!!