Shayad aise zindagi haseen hai…

Kabhi to kuch aisa hi hua tha
neend mein thi jab tumne chua tha
girte girte baahon mein bachhi main
sapne par paon pad gaya tha
sapno mein behne do
pyaasi hoon mein pyaasi rehne do na

tumne to akash bichaya
mere nange pairon mein zameen hai
kaante bhi tumhari arzoo hai
shayad aise zindagi haseen hai
arzoo mein behne do
pyaasi hoon mein pyaasi rehne do na

halke halke kohre ke dhuyein mein
shayad asmaan tak aa gayi hoon
teri sooni baahon ke sahare
dekho to kaha tak aa gayi hoon
kohre mein behne do
pyaasi hon mein pyaasi rehne do

katra katra milti hai
katra katra jeene do
zindagi hai behne do
pyaasi hoon main
pyaasi rehne do

Mocha Love… served hot n strong !

A dash of surprise, a streak of destiny
a lot of spontaneity led a night of mystery
time was dancing on the tunes of fate
words were enticing the guard at the gate

Journey began with expressions galore
fear, excitement, a crazy thought and more

she: heyyy…
he: you take your own sweet time…. what floor?
she: fourth
he: u alright?
she: i think i twisted my ankle
he: yeah…elevators can be hazardous.
here you go….fourth floor. Tell you what…why dont you gimme your number….i’ll hold the lift next time you are in a hurry
she: i…i think i’ll take the stairs instead….its healthier
he: ofcourse it is…and they dont twist the ankles

sooner than later the shield was broken
a stranger wandered in search of the unknown

he: Have you ever been in love?
she: love… the word eclipses a part of my brain
he: Is that a yes?
she: well could be…
he: care for a walk?
she: for a while or a life?
he: ummm…How about a coffee?

whispers of heart deafened the silence within
poles apart yet a lot to pitch in

she: so…u havent quit smoking yet
he: hmm…on and off..
she: why?
he: because no one asked me to
she: hmm…do you still take your dates to ballard pier
he: not unless I meet them in elevators

Pace was anything but slow
while picking the random pieces in the flow

he: Whoa, you’re fast
she: Well I like to come on time
he: hmm… i m proud of you
she: *giggles
he: What?
she: Nothing…Dont you have anything better to play?
he: What!! You dont like this stuff? you want Jagjit singh eh?
she: well…
he: That kinda music dries me up…
she: *giggles
he: you’re such a pervert man!!

Lightening struck once in a while
separating the two realities of life

she: you know what I wanna do when I come over?
he: what?
she: you got instrumental music?
he: ya .. why? wanna torture me with your karaoke?
she: shut up…I want to slow dance with that soft instrumental music in the backdrop. ummm…Me in your arms….
he: You’re crazy!
she: ok tell me…What is the one thing you feel like doing tonight?
he: what do u wanna do?
she: Lie on a beach, gaze at the stars and talk. What about you?
he: I want to forget about today until tomorrow
she: i hate you

Happy New Year people !

So… its that time of the year again.. when u let the bygones be bygones and move on with a new beginning… a new story to look forward to. In simple words, new resolutions, new year, new thoughts, new promises…. new fears and new joys.

I know I havent written for a while… am over with my temporary bout of bubliness. Its 2.00 am, so you can very well imagine…

I went out recently to the place thats usually referred to as the heaven on earth. Have a look at what I saw…

Enroute

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Mantra for the day…

When life changes you’ll be happy to be alive.

When life turns around, you’d appreciate the good times and more than that you’d appreciate the lows that you went through for that would help you to appreciate where you are today!!

Keep the faith varshita…

sooraj ke intezaar mein raat to kaatni hi padegi.. khushi khushi..

I am sorry: John Denver

It’s cold here in the city, it always seems that way
And I’ve been thinking about you almost every day.
Thinking about the good times, thinking about the rain,
Thinking about how bad it feels alone again.
I’m sorry for the way things are in China,
I’m sorry things ain’t what they used to be.
But more than anything else, I’m sorry for myself
‘Cause you’re not here with me.

Our friends all ask about you, and I say you’re doin’ fine.
I expect to hear from you almost any time.
They all know I’m crying, I can’t sleep at night,
They all know I’m dying down deep inside.
I’m sorry for all the lies I told you,
I’m sorry for the things I didn’t say.
More than anything else, I’m sorry for myself.
I can’t believe you anyway.

Mmmmm . . .

I’m sorry if I took some things for granted,
I’m sorry for the things I put on you.
More than anything else, I’m sorry for myself,
Living without you.

Little Varshita

Was a killer back then too :-P

Lil Varshi

I was damn fashion conscious way back in late 1980s, even when I was all of 6-7. My family being the conservative kinds in that era had a ban on haircut for gals (hence the long hair at that time), but I was a mischievous kid and I gave myself sadhna cut at home. That explains the small frills of hair on my forehead :)