Monday, June 26, 2006

I felt like a virgin being touched for the first time

You must have felt this feeling at least one time...or will be going through it soon.
I think the emotional state at that point of time(you deduce it yourself, about the momemt I am talking about from the poem) should be something like this:

I felt like a virgin being touched for the first time,
I felt like going through my life's prime,
I was uselessly fussy about the whole thing,
It didn't even costed me a dime...

I asked you to hold me and help me,
I asked you to do that one more time,
I never thought two breathes can rhyme ever,
It was the moment when you make me sublime...

It may not be the way things are done,
It is not a way to commit the crime,
But both us liked the way it happened,
There wouln't have been a better time...

I felt like a virgin being touched for the first time
I felt like a virgin being touched for the first time

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Now, these are 3 small ones..
First in English:

I think,I feel, I fantasize,
To get you my love, I'll pay any price,
You can be an illusion, but i don't feel that way,
You as a picture,always reside in my eyes

Second in Hindi:

Manta hun tera chehra ajnabi sa hai,
Awaz teri lekin, teri tasveer bana jati hai,
Mere Shaunk ka aitbaar tujhe ho na ho,
Tasveer-e-awaz teri, jaane kyon muskurati hai.

Third in Punjabi:

Eh akhan main nahi kholnian,
Eh sapna main nahi todna,
Aj mahi ban ke rab aya hai suone 'ch,
Kinne dobara sanjog eh jodna

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

I Think Of You

I don't think I think about you, that much now,
I have found better ways to keep myself happy, anyhow,

I think of you, whenever city has clear blue skies,
I think of you, only when I blink my eyes,
Thinking about you, I always catch myself by surprise,
I think of you, whenever my silence cries,
I think of you...
I think of you...

I think of you, whenever TV shows an ad,
I think of you, whenever I am a bit mad,
Now I think of whatever I had
I know, with you, days wouldn't have been that bad,
I think of you...
I think of you...

I think of you whenever my phone rings,
Also whenever someone comes to chat and dings,
Have you ever thought ow much I think of you,
I think of you, whenever birds flutter their wings,
I think of you...
I think of you...

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

I am feeling good that this is my 50th post on this blog. So I decided to write my own poem today.The name is 'Rebound'. All of your comments are welcome. It goes like this

I tried to forget everything about you,
I tried to forgive myself for being with you,
But after so many tries, I have just found,
The idea i.e. you, always make a rebound,
The phenomenon i.e. you, always make a rebound.

Now I am rather slow and a bit relaxed,
And I don't wanna rethink about those days,
I am only trying to regain my lost ground,
But the phenomenon i.e. you, always make a rebound.

Still thoughts of those days cross my mind,
That is a tape, I don't wanna rewind,
Everything has been healed, but I still keep a wound,
But the phenomenon i.e. you, always make a rebound.

But now I am telling you the truth,
Whatever it takes,I wanna relive those days,
I again wanna be through that phase,
Can't you and your aura be again all my around,
The phenomenon i.e. you, always make a rebound.

Now I am just killing my time,
Have been through the moments,which I can call my prime,
My heart still misses some beats to hear your sound
Because the phenomenon i.e. you, always make a rebound.
Because the idea i.e. you, always make a rebound.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Looking For You

Looking for you in improbable places
Lokking for your face in unfamiliar faces
Am I just a fool wandering everywhere
Or are you everywhere, though in traces

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Heard this song on radio. And I found the lyrics too superior to ignore. So putting them as it is. The song is called 'Rainy days and Mondays'
It is written by Paul Williams and Roger Nichols


Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me.

What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.