Friday, June 13, 2014

Foul or Folly?

As the ball came in, he felt a slight nudge, and a sly idea popped into his mind.

As he went down dramatically, the whistle blew and the card rose into the air.

The men in red and white protested as he feigned pain in his ankle.

Yellow triumphed.

Master-class acting or just bad refereeing?

This is written on the disputed penalty decision by the Japanese referee in the opening game of FIFA World Cup 2014.

Photo Credits: Goal.com

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Tu Hi Hai



Tu hi hai khayalo mein,
Tu hi hai savalon mein,
Meri zindagi ka javab hai bass tu.

Tu hi hai saanson mein,
Tu hi hai dhadkan mein,
Dil mein basta hai sirf tu.

Tu hi hai dil mein,
Tu hi hai jaan mein,
Mere dil pe raaj karta hai bass tu.

Tu hi hai aankhon mein,
Tu hi hai sapnon mein,
Dil ki ek hi chaah hai bass tu.

Tu hi hai nazron mein,
Tu hi hai nigaahon mein,
Meri aankhon ka taara hai kyunki tu.

Tu hi hai din mein,
Tu hi hai raat mein,
Meri zindagi ka har lamha hai sirf tu.

Tu hai bass meri soch mein,
Tu hai sirf meri icha mein,
Kyunki saath mere hai nahi kabhi tu.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Its a Love Story

Never before we had met,
Never had I seen what it felt,
When the smile curved the lips,
And yet I smiled when he did.

Coyly we glanced,
Coyly we talked,
Words kept coming,
As hand in hand we walked.

A million thoughts, a million dreams,
I had dreamt of this moment before,
And yet the moment our eyes met,
I felt like all the stars were burning alive.

This was so different, so special,
It had happened never,
I wanted it to keep going,
To live in the moment forever.

And yet I knew what begins,
Will one day has to end,
Nothing is meant to stay forever,
But sometimes forever is now.

The hand slipped away,
To be far away from mine,
He didn’t look back once,
Nor did he check if I was fine

The heart bled incessantly,
The tears didn't stop at all
Why did Destiny play so foul,
Couldn't fairy tales forever last?

It was catastrophe,
It was complete disaster,
I had give him my reigns,
But he had been a bad master.

Silly heart still cares,
It still waits for the one,
Who ruthlessly threw it apart,
And I still wait for him to come.

The heart still waits,
The heart still weeps,
Why did he have to come,
If he wasn’t for keeps.

Life takes us through lanes,
There are too many bends,
Maybe this isn't the end,
Because epilogues still exist.

I had to get up,
I had to be strong,
I needed a support,
But I couldn’t use the mocking throng

Sometimes, it is hard to walk,
I feel I cannot think,
I find it hard to blink,
But somehow time still ticks.

The wall stood there,
It didn’t even try to shift,
I had to use it to get my feet,
And make sure I didn’t again ever drift.

For times longer than eternity,
I have now been standing here,
No one ever came to ask,
No one but me mourned the loss.

I wished I hadn’t loved,
I wish I hadn’t cared,
If I’d known love would hurt so much,
I wouldn’t have even dared.

Yet I don't regret the memories,
Which I have managed to steal,
The beauty of the journey traversed,
Is sometimes better than the end we meet.

The only way out,
Isn’t to not get in,
Just offload the bad stuff,
And throw it in the bin.

I am done with my past,
No longer shall I hurt,
The rain washed away my pain,
As the sun shone down on me.

My smile returned,
And my heart danced with elation,
A happy future was all that mattered,
'Cause now I didn’t care about that old relation.

Some stories didn't end,
With the notes of "happy ever after",
But still they weave their love,
Because hearts are meant to hurt.

PS: This is post is written with Shruti Fatehpuria of A Shade of Pen. We have worked together to coin this rhyme. Shruti started it, and she was the one to complete it (TV serial style :P). Great working with you dude (ROFL).

WC 2014

pride and honor staked
biggest event of the year
kick-off tomorrow

Monday, June 9, 2014

Provoked

“Blow up the airport,” he proclaimed aloud as the two neighbors held hands and celebrated a new friendship.

With just 10, he created a 10 year war, again.

Amid the gunfire, he announced their neighbor’s involvement in the disaster.

“Break the friendship,” he advised his motherland.

The strengthening bond strained as he smirked to himself.

This is written in view of yesterday’s attack on Karachi. For more, click here and here.