Sorrow

We believe that we shall remain forever

And we also hope that we see each other from a short distance
And almost as if we cannot separate our identities
We hope for utopia
We paint our pictures together
But we smile because we know that it will all melt away
The present is not meant to be relished
Only the future will provide us ecstasy
I assure you that I will not share you with any other entity
You will be pure
You will be a naked beauty shielded in an exterior
An exterior, visible to outsiders
There will come a time;
When we see the stars in the night sky
Brighter than we ever imagined
Believe me my love - that is the end
It will be a majestic end
An emotional end
A proud end
And an enigmatic beginning
Hope to see you then - as radiant as you are now
As proud as you are now
I hope to see you till my last breath

Poetry

Just walk on by and care for nothing
Be a selfish human and taste the air
Walk a little slowly or you might make a fall
Walk a little faster or you might fall down
Defend yourself against the assailant and battle away with time portals
Jump, turn, skip, and then hold your ground
Kick yourself hard and cry out in anger
May be that's when you find your true love
That's when you realise who's waiting for you
That's when you realise you had a hand around your shoulder hailing you ahead
You had four hands all along, my love
You had two lives all along darling . . .

Saw a little picture

Yellow and white lights inside massive elegant buildings
30th Floor - and a man looks out
He is done for the day
It was tiresome
For some reason - he keeps staring at those lights
The last rays of the sun can be seen on the horizon
He rests himself on his chair while standing
He leans on the back rest of his chair while standing
He remembers - he has not blinked for a while now
He shuts his eyes
Smiles
He can still see the lights
He opens his eyes
Looks down
Smiles
Looks up
Unfocusses his eyes
Takes his suit and decides to drive home
Muscles are tired - so is his head
But he sticks to his decision
He drives home - longs to see his front porch - with beautiful yellow lights
Longs to ring the bell - and see his wife
Longs to sleep peacefully

He reaches home
Sees the dim yellow lights
His wife opens the door
He lets himself in
Sits for dinner with her
Prepares for bed
And goes off to sleep

He remembers the most beautiful thing
He has to undergo the process of dying again tomorrow
He longs for it.
He falls asleep

Same Ol'

Night clubs and discos are akin to dance bars
We need to spend Rs. x Cr on making a beautiful water fountain - while people dont have access to drinking water - and not even 24hr regular use water supply
We have spent Rs x Crs on importing and maintaining 'state of the art' road cleaning vehicles - but we have not really made any good roads to maintain.
Highly amusing. - I believe that even when I am 40 I am gonna write things like this
I take my words back.

India shall never be the next USA - Indian companies will be amazing - India will never be.