In Broken Images

He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact;
Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.
When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the fact fails me, I approve my senses.
He continues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.


This poem was in my exam paper today.
It's just too good, amazing clarity of thoughts.

You only live twice

You only live twice or so it seems,
One life for yourself and one for your dreams
You drift through the years and life seems tame,
Till one dream appears and love is its name.

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone.

This dream is for you, so pay the price.
Make one dream come true, you only live twice.

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone.

This dream is for you, so pay the price.
Make one dream come true, you only live twice.


By COLDPLAY

Reliving the Past

Those nights of pineapple, strawberry, chocolate, and black-current ice-creams at seven-eleven.

Those nights of delicious beef kebabs and parathas from Kurla.

Those nights of scouring the streets for late night eateries.

Those nights of troubling me insane.

Those nights of singing, ‘Yaaro Dosti Badi hi haseen hai…..’

Those nights of endless wait for Maxi.

Those nights of flying in the sumo.

Those nights of being alive.

Dim, Viyer, Savs, Mitz, Maxi, VJ, Ogie, Rascal - love you guys. You are the best.
Google baba will take care of the rest.