People Like Them

People Like Them feel Isolated with Intimate Friends

And Talk Nineteen to Dozen to keep away their Mind's Din

People Like Them lie to Protect Others' Feelings

And wallow in their own Sadness and end up hurting the Others in any case

People Like Them Seem to be the Best at everything

But in Reality are constantly Fighting a Surge Within

People Like Them Lend Advice and a Patient Ear

Hoping that Some day it will be Reciprocated when they require

People Like Them Fight for their Pals with the World

Only to realize it ain't really gonna happen in Return

People Like Them Seek Happiness with Friends and Family

And are Misconstrued as Social Butterflies

People Like Them stand for the Right

But the Person Happens to be Wrong

People Like Them bring Together the Unknown

And then become Dispensable to Everyone Known

People Like Them face Rejection at all Walks of Life

But Still find enough Redemption to Move On and Smile

People Like Them are Forever Insecure

Contrary to the Portrayal of I-Can-Handle-All

People Like Them Are in a Tug-of-War

Between Wanting to be Discovered yet Remain Strong.

Delhi..bombay..delhi

Delhi..Bombay..Mumbai..Dilli..i think I will always run around in circles between these two..Ive lived in Delhi for 18 years and now am back..for good I hope. But Bombay has made me what I am now. 5 years in the city..it will always hold that special place..a lot
of firsts the city has given me..and u never forget your firsts do u..however embarrassing? On the Contrary..more embarrassing the better..:)

Somehow I am always incomplete..a part of me is missing..i am always longing. In Delhi i want the beach, the crowd..d 'itna paisa meh itna ich milenga', Marine drive, d responsibility of living alone..in Bombay i want the history..the roads..d rustic tenor..d not getting up from razai in winter mornings..d security of home.

And I am so tired of Bombay vs. Delhi. I love u both! each is great in its own right..I will always love u..Delhi is the very essence of me..beginning from kohl rimmed eyes..my straight f

orward demeanor..my love for cotton and winter..bombay taught me how to survive..losing friendship..losing my home..losing hope..but still holding on!

Leaving a city is bitter-sweet always..u will always crave for home..but in a tiny corner of your heart the city lives on. Break-ups are similar..u will always miss the moments u shared..but u continue to where your life is beckoning. Either cases don't present us with options eh?

I have spent a good amount of time as a hosteler loving this song..now back home..the song retains its importance:

Kehne ko saath apne ek duniya chalti hai..par chupke is dil meh tanhayee palti hai

Bas yaad saath hai..teri yaad saath hai

Mind Wanderer

alone in a crowd
lost lookin at the map
dreamy durin quarrels
curious when i cry
my mind is an individual
who makes me envious
the ultimate nomad
among my emotions
the uncrowned rebel
in my dreary existence
the ubiquitous distraction
in all my meandering
my mind is a foe
which makes me formidable
cruel to its neighbours
ever demanding
procrastinating the inevitable
graspin the implausible
ingenious to itself
obtuse to the rest
complacent in its being
my mind is my confidante
which defines me