I have always believed in letting people have an access to ones writing..however small however insignificant one thinks it is...for who knows that the one sentence/poem/thought you take away with u, may just have been the answer to someone struggling to understand the world you've left...
Sunday, July 06, 2014
a thing of beauty...
Saturday, October 06, 2012
Of Distant Dreams
for everyone is doing well old friend..
and look at you...
you have no story to tell..
no songs to be written...no pages to be filled
all around you...people are moving...you see them dreaming and then living them through...
you were a dreamer too...you had a thought...a goal...
so as the years passed by...the dreams grew dim...and others shone...
so bright so sharp...that those dreams grew dim
and the candle that you held...danced one last time
you never moved...you never made a sound..
and so...quietly into the night...a shadow was formed...
and it's growing...ever growing...
for the light has moved...further...
you still have a chance...rush into the light
or soon...the shadows too will leave you alone...
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
A special request....
A thank you in advance...I know this would also help me learn and make me wanna write better..
:) Cheers!!
Yours as always...
Aashi
Sunday, April 08, 2012
Scribbled some thoughts.....have you?
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
When we grow up...
That summer so harsh
No school, no teachers
O joy, O joy
We'd jumped and jumped and jumped
Our eyes and hearts were filled with joy
And we loved the flowers
And we loved the toys
And jumping jacks and crazy dolls
We sang and danced both girls and boys
But soon, so soon, O how soon it was
That mother began to call
Each time I left my house she cried
I want you back soon, you can't be late
I want you back much before nightfall
But I'd be with my friend at home
So why was she so sour
Afterall we'd always jumped and laughed and rolled about
At his place past our wee hour
But mother looked oh so stern,
Her eyes were forbidding
So stern she looked, so thus I kept shut
But yet I thought it was wrong of her
And decided to give her a slip, a cut
So both of us, my friend and I
Ran across through town
We laughed and jumped, and jumped and laughed
And like the chimp, we mimicked too
Oh fun what fun, and oh what cheer
We giggled and giggled and giggled some more
Took a journey back all the way through
I ignored my thoughts, ignored her words
And went back to my old boy blue
And so we lay, so tired but happy
Just as those cherubic angels as were we
We smiled our special smile together
Like we did since we were three
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Little teapot
There
Can you see her?
Short and stout
Those are her handles
This is her pout
When she sees you
Hear her shout
Pick her up
And throw her out
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Tired of goodbyes...
Monday, November 14, 2011
And I searched...
Where the hell are you

I’ve looked and looked and looked some more
But everywhere I turn
You just aren’t there
I am alone right now
I need you to hear me out
I need you to hear me
Listen, just listen
But I’ve looked around and your just not there
I’ve looked for you through my friends
I thought you were there
And then I looked at him searching for you
But I faced despair
Never found you
No
Where are you, who are you
Why can’t you be around when I think I have nowhere to turn to
Like magic just be there, no words no meanings no reasons
Just to be there to hold me and say
"It’s ok
It’s fine,
Those people are jerks
They don’t know you like I do
They don’t ever treasure that”
And each time I turn to you
You’d be there
Arms open or even across the phone
To listen, just listen, no more
Where are you, who are you
I need you so bad,
What’s your name,
What’s your number
How do I know you exist
How do I know that
That you’re really there…somewhere
Friday, October 28, 2011
Lonely
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Not so Abstract...!!
gripped by a single sheet of steel...
held in tight, just 2 inches..
restricted freedom...
a cross of chains..
steel over steel...
cold hard intersections..
2inches has friends...
one hundred of them with him...
the muscle ripped pulled...
but friends dont break off so easy..
they need to be pried cradled...
keyed...
each had its own key...
all but one...
ninety nine, recounted...
time, there was too much of it...
mocking him to pry each...
knowing one wont...
and what if the culprit was 2 inches...
too much time...
floating, prying, working...
what if with time..
friends departed...
but 2 inches, all alone...
cold harder...
weakening the muscle, mocking, teasing...
there was too much time...
