Bombay....

Bombay, where lives are made,
honest efforts are valued
hard work and perseverance pays,
where nobody sleeps hungry.

Bombay, it gave me my identity,
and a sense of self confidence,
liberated me financially,
and taught me to stand tall.

Bombay, the city of dreams,
where glamour and money reigns supreme,
make up and clothes maketh one,
where masks are worn and changed.

Bombay, it snatched my innocence,
stole the trust and faith i reposed,
grabbed my laughter,
and buried my smiles ...

Bombay, i love and hate you,
I have faith, yet fear you,
I have gained a lot and lost some more,
Hope u give me without taking away...

I believe

You said honesty drove you,
And honesty is what drove you away.
Why do i speak the truth,
when i know the price i have to pay?

It took a lot from me,
ive learnt a lesson or two too ,
i shall speak less, not more..
It shall yet be only the truth.

Someday it will be accepted
for what it is worth...
He will find me and cherish
and i shall not be hurt.

i believe....

Why am i......
an unfinished painting,
a book unread.

Why was i......
led to a path,
i cannot tread.

Why, when i......
gave my heart,
it bled.

Why am i the chosen one?

Do i continue to fight fate??

I err, a lot!

Guess that makes me more human than others. I am an emotional fool, too honest to be good. The combination leads to vocal outbursts ever so often. These are short comings that drag one down the social ladder a great deal. For years, I have waited, looked and sought for someone, who will bring inner peace in me, who'll complete me, fill in that void which leads to me being restless.

The ones who wanted or desire to be there, are not the ones i set out looking for. The few i thought fit the bill, were looking elsewhere, seeking something else....

Now i guess i'm getting weary of waiting. Would it be wise to just accept what fate has in store for you? Even though that is not what u've spent years waiting for? Is it fool hardy to fight fate? Is that what destiny has been trying to tell me all along? That only that is due to me, which i do not seek?? Shall i give up hope??

the book and the cover

I put up a status this morning on one of the social sites - how another book i picked up by its cover turned into a lousy read.

While this has been true on a lot of occasions. Today, it had nothing to do with books or their covers. I was referring to something altogether different this morning. It was about how we seek out people and people us. It was based on an exchange of communication last night.

Surprisingly not a single friend of mine thought it meant anything other than what it ostensibly reflected. Am i just smarter than the rest? i know, not. Are they just plain stupid? i think, not. So then y didn't they see through what i wrote? More importantly, why did i not write it in plain and simple language had i wanted them to know the words between the lines? Why do i now dissect that they are unable to read what i had myself so well managed to suppress???

Why these mind games with the self??