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Monday, September 21, 2009

Eid Mubarak

On this day of festivities and joy, I extend wholehearted greetings to all my fellow bloggers, let this day be the harbinger of love and laughter...May the festival of joy and peace bring cheer and gladness to our hearts...Aameen!!!

Monday, September 14, 2009

Much Ado About A Tuft Of Hair

Four and a half months ago, I wrote " Me Taliban " post in a state of absolute disgust. I could not fathom how such mindless religious profiling could be demonstrated from the highest echelons of justice in the country.

To his credit, Justice Markandey Katju later apologized for his ill-informed remarks and then a week ago, a modicum of justice and sense finally prevailed and the Supreme Court advocated Nirmala Convent to reinstate the student, Md. Salim, back to school. Shooting down the conduct of the school the Supreme Court termed it "ridiculous" and thereby upheld Salim's plea of being allowed to sport a beard in school.

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Life No More

Shrouded in a mist
Clouded by fate
The sky of my dreams
is beyond the gate

Amidst the transparent hue
It gives me a view
Of the canvas I painted
Which somehow got tainted

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Karoge Yaad To...

This is a follow up from Amit aka Hopeless Romantic's When Love Signed On A Blank Cheque ... Please give it a read before reading this...it definitely is worth your time.
For the lazy ones, here's a summary..... Garima and Nitin were to be married but on the night before the marriage Nitin was struck by a celebratory bullet which killed him. Garima is left to ponder on her cruel fate.


Monday, August 24, 2009

Greetings, Awards, Birthday and Randomness

God, it's been ages since I wrote something @ Sepulchre...am sure the dude's feeling neglected n et all being the equivalent of a drama queen that it is:P

Where have I been this past week...no posts here, no comments on any of your blogs though i have read some of your posts...well, I've been a bit busy and a bit nonchalant about this space. busy in designing and creating another blog which is solely dedicated to the greatest club in the world Manchester United. The blog is now up and running and my personal opinion is that it has come out pretty well for starters. You could have a look at Mancunian Mavericks ... yes that's what it's named "Mancunian Mavericks":)

Saturday, August 15, 2009


The clock has struck 00:00 hrs and the date on the calendar has changed to 15th of August...a special day for everyone out there called an Indian. The very date on which this identity was forged is here again...it's been 62 years now since that fateful night when Indianness became a word in the consciousness of the people of this country and it's been a ride, for sure.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Shades Of Rain~~~Angst

There is something magnetically attractive between a heavy drizzle and a longing heart...they almost tend to coincide magically...some call it destiny while others call it nature's way of compassion. It will possibly be never ascertained whether the despair inside a throbbing fist sized organ has any remote connection with the encompassing sky giving vent to it's share of load but forever unto eternity the tale of a despairing heart will never be complete without a major mention of the skies tears.

Sunday, August 09, 2009


~~~A year less to live...wonder whether it's a good or a bad thing~~~

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Shades Of Rain---Curse

There was no letting up today...it had been three hours of incessant rain, it was pouring in buckets from the sky and being collected in buckets in Mira's shanty...but her buckets were too trivial compared to the omnipotence of the clouds, fresh holes were appearing by the minute on the tarpaulin covering which served as the ceiling...the periodic gusts of wind threatened to blow them away and end the ordeal at once but they had been just threats thus far.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Comfortably Numb

ome to me, come give me pain
Of dreams unfulfilled and things not gained
Make me relive this agony of a life
Find me a place where I can feel it
Over and again, clamp me so I cannot
Run away from it, bind me please
To unbearable and lasting pain
Alas, the senses have left me though
Bound to memories I may still be
Lilting pain and anguish I see
Yet it does not hit me at all, and

Nothing do I feel, do me a favor whoever is near
Unsheathe this cloak and shred it
My friend, I no more want to
Be comfortably numb

Saturday, August 01, 2009

Abhi Na Jao Chod Kar

Originally published on PFC...check it out here

"Abhi na jao chod kar ke dil abhi bhara nahin"

And yet he did go away...on that fateful day dated 31st July, 1980 the world lost it's greatest singer ever. Leaving behind a legacy of humility and gentleness Md. Rafi passed away to other shores but definitely not oblivion. He left behind a body of work which is as gloriously mesmerizing as it is deliciously varied. There is not a known genre of songs in Indian cinema which Rafi did not perfect...be it the trademark soft romanticos to the high octane dance numbers, the melancholic sad tunes to the pulsating qawwalis, the traditional ghazals and bhajans to the comic styled songs designed for laughs...he did it all and how!!!

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Zindagi---Kya ho tum

Itna batade mujhe ae zindagi
Ke tu kis shay ka naam hai
Hai tu ek bala jo madhosh karti hai
Ya koi aanchal jo aaghosh mein bharti hai

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Troughing Crest

It's been a so not good two days for me.....things have been bad, no things have been pure hellish. There is a problem which affects you and others, you have a solution too but you cannot implement it, it's not in your hands and the ones who can do not want to. They want to harp on the past, chisel the wounds over and again and give a new definition to life's trials.

This was my status message over the period @ Twitter "I finally understand how they feel who end life...it's still cowardice n I would never do it, yes but I understand"...yes, I was that disgusted with anything remotely called life.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Honestly Yours...

Heena awarded me the "Honest Scrap" award some days back.....so sweet of her:)
The award comes with a rider, you have to list 10 truths about yourself before you can accept the award.....so not sweet of her:P

Did an extended version of this tag long back but as Heena says this makes for a "free fokat ka blog post" and considering my ineptitude with words these days, this is too good a chance to pass by:D
And the icing is of course that I get to tag 10 of you after I finish this:P

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Unclean Slate

And all this while I thought I was numb...how effing blind was I?
I am feeling-less, nothing affects me, I don't feel hurt, am a sponge ball who absorbs everything and never goes out of shape...huh...one upright middle finger to all those thoughts!!!

It pains, it hurts, it pierces the very shreds of the soul...It is my very existence. I breathe to hurt myself for every breath strikes a nail in the heart...I long to stand in front of the mirror and look myself in the eye.

Why can one not forget oneself...I so want to do it
Why is there no strength of will which can conquer self-knowledge
Why can't I wipe away myself from my memories...it would ease the passing

Sunday, July 12, 2009

So Spake Saim---IV

~~~ Happiness is not the state of one's mind ..... rather it's the state of one's life ~~~

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Sepulchre's Threat

And so I return to Blogosphere after Sepulchre threatened to block my entry forever if I did not revert the permission thingy back to normal.

Those of you who visited this link last week would know what am talking about.

For those who didn't the story goes like this...I was looking to make a couple of changes to the tempy of this page and so I temporarily made the blog permission driven, now that was fine coz I had only intended to take about a couple of hours at max to get the changes in the tempy done. What I had not bargained for though was that I would get embroiled in some other work which needed attention urgently and a new project which needed some time...So as a result Sepulchre got neglected and horrifyingly remained permission driven for almost a week without anyone being able to access the page.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

The Last Laugh

I abused the skies, insulted them and gestured rudely...they tried ignoring me and did so for quite some time but I finally broke through their defenses.....they opened their mouth and hurled the choicest of abuses back at me, which of course were in the form of rains.

I'd got what I wanted, had tricked the skies into giving me this gift, had that smug looking grin on my face.
It poured and roared and brimming with joy I got drenched, conversed with the rain drops, played with the wind, the troubles wiped off momentarily, felt clean and pure again, felt happy, found bliss.

And then.... I fell sick, running fever and headache:(
The skies had had their revenge.....it was me who was tricked:P
And yet I don't mind at all, it's a price I gladly pay...and so the skies may think they had the last laugh but you just can't wipe off this contented smile from my face anytime soon:)

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

So Spake Saim-III

Life is all about the struggles, it's about existing amidst the gloom, it's about knowing the flaps which we can open and the ones which we can't, it's about being nonchalant at despair, it's about accepting that life's just like that.


Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The magic shall always be

Today was the last time The Famous Five painted the town red probably for a long time...day after tomorrow we split officially with one member leaving for Delhi and another leaving for Chennai the next day. Time will surely bring us together again or it may choose not to but even time cannot deny that it's been one amazing journey...a journey which lasted for five glorious years and which was filled with fun, frolic and and a lot of joy, with a dash of trivial fights and heated arguments.

Friday, June 19, 2009

So Spake Saim-II

"Art is unknowingly more scientific than science itself"

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

So Spake Saim

The rising heat levels is directly proportional to the soaring lethargicity and no, I don't care one hoot whether lethargicity is a word or not.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Night of the Living Dead

I take in deep breaths to ease the nerves
Yet I die more with each gulp
I am not ready to die yet
Yet not worthy of living either
This night heralds a new dawn
I start afresh with zilch hope
To live along with death
To die with every breath
Don't venture here at this hour
The night will make you cower
Curiosity though may kill you
Abhor you to breach the threshold
Rest though assured, the signpost will read
Welcome to the " night of the living dead "

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Clickety Click

A combination of being a bit busy and a lot lazy coupled with a sort of a writer's block has seen me neglecting this space the past week...add that with the fact that I have hardly read a couple of posts from my blogroll in the past week and you would get a complete picture of the sort of detachment I have been experiencing...but they say "Old habits die hard" and so here I am, back again.

Albeit this post is only a pictorial view of the 2 day trip which I took last weekend but then it's a post, ain't it and that I suppose is good enough for now:D

Friday, June 05, 2009


Seene mein dafan hai kuch khwaab
Ehsaason ke aanchal tale jo pale the
Par khwahish khilne ki na rang laayi kabhi,
Un khwaabon ka aaj janaza hai saja
Lo isko badhkle utha lo yaaron,
Chaar kaandhon ki hasrat hi reh gayi hai
Ho sake to ye aakhri armaan poora kar do,
Ret mein shaamil hone se pehle
Ehsaas taabeer ki karwa do yaaron

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

She lives...I die

The despairing truth about being lonely is that it makes you recount the worst portions of your life. Away from the discordant noises of life on a whole, one gets sucked into recalling and reliving those moments...I am feeling very lonely now, so you can very well guess what I am reliving... 

She was an angel...an innocent and pure soul untouched by the darkness and malaise of life, the very epitome of goodness, the monument of love itself. I did not help fall in love with her but surprisingly (and wrongly) she could not help but fall in love with me. What she saw in me, I will never know.....What she gave me I can never express. She changed life...happiness no more felt an alien being, love was no longer some abstract shit. The days were resplendent with the existence of her feelings...the nights with the soothness of her being. An angel who nurtured my soul and laid waste her dreams to wish me bliss.....yes, she had dreams in her eyes, dreams which she cared for, dreams which she lived for...Dreams which I shattered.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Night games :D

sultry evening, sexy attire
biting lips, burning desire
loving hearts,talking eyes
let's give in to the vice
forward steps, inches between
soft whispers, caresses umpteen
passion and fire
pent up desire
soaring temperatures, searing emotions
enter into the valley of seduction
shed the duds, dim the flames
time it is, begin the games:D

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Aila...Yeh Kya Kiya:(

No, the Sachin patent lingo bug has not bitten me:D

Aila is the name of the super cyclone which paid Kolkata and it's neighboring districts a visit...and what a visit it was.
It was the proverbial "came like a hail, went like the wind" sort of visit leaving everyone reeling behind in it's wake.

Kolkata roads were suddenly all green as more than 1800 trees were uprooted, yes I repeat 1800.
Approximately 300 deers were washed away from the Sunderbans region...More than 35 reported deaths...thousands homeless with no roof over their heads...just a summarized description of the newspaper reports of the destruction, of what Aila gifted us...Of course, what they didn't report is that Aila gifted more, it gave countless tears, an uncertain future, mental trauma, lost loved ones and what else not.

Monday, May 25, 2009


What's with this weather mirroring my inner self...is this a way by Allah to tell me am not alone in this despair...is the whole city masked in a gloomy sky to make me not feel unwanted...does the storm rage out there to make me feel less despaired...are the trees crouching about to tell me am not the only one afraid...if that is so, I thank you Lord for this generosity but to tell you frankly, even all this is not working.

The senses are still dead...numb is still what I am.
I still cannot feel the drops of rain on my face
The strong billowing wind still does not sting the eyes
I still don't know why this is so
I still don't know why I am "Comfortably Numb"
Am not comfortable though...and yet I do not mind this
There is a certain magnetism in this state...it is appealing and alluring
It pulls me ever so close to it...and I can not help but get drawn to it
I wonder whether this is a choice I unwittingly made
I wonder whether I sort of like this
Tough questions all of these...no answers to them
None that I know of at least

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

There Will Be Blood...

A glass of red wine in his hand and a cigarette between his lips, he was lost in a reverie...of moments spent together under the night sky...of waking up and watching the red of the new dawn in embrace...of bare foot walks on unnamed beaches hand in hand...of the incessant whispering of those inane sweet nothings...of the crimson red of the blush which formed on her cheeks when he praised her beauty...of that dazzling red gown which he had gifted her on their first anniversary...of that breathtaking sight which she was in that gown...of that first night together in the throes of passion...of those countless bunch of red roses which he always brought for her...of the red of the blood which oozed from her hand when she pricked a thorn...of those promises made of togetherness forever...of protecting the flame in face of thunder...of keeping the flame of love alive forever.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Of awards and poetry

I have been awarded...not once, not twice but abso-brilliant-lutely three wonderful times...all in one single go:)
By whom....u ask?
As if you don't know...the pink orchid blooms across the length and breadth of blogsville and her petals adorn most corners:)
If you still haven't got it...the wondrest of wonderful souls who has bestowed this tremendous honor on moi is Kajal aka The Pink Orchid:)

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


It's V-DAY out here today in Kolkata...not Valentine's Day u mushy dumbos:D, it's voting day...the last phase of the biggest democratic exercise world over takes place today and am all set to exercise my franchise...Nopes, it's not the "Jaagore" effect, I was very much awake before they came up knocking to wake up offering tea...I refused, had they been offering Cappuccino, maybe I would have been tempted to attribute my awakening to their campaign:D

Sunday, May 10, 2009


Gave me life
Brought me in this world
Held my hand
Taught me to walk
Wiping the tears
You have taught me to smile
When the world was dark
You were my light
By your side
I faced my fears
In your lap
Fell my tears
You are the strength
When I am down
Yours is the hope
Which is all abound

Dedicated to the best mother in the world
Have I told you lately, that I love you Ammi:)

Friday, May 08, 2009

Bait Baazi

Him:-Khwaab aksar dhundle par jaate hain
Sacchai ke aks mein oojhal ho jaate hain

Her:-Sacchai kya hai...aur kuch nahin
Bas ek khwaab jiski tabeer ho gayi ho

Him:-Har khwaab ki taabeer na ho to accha hai
In aankhon mein aksar bure sapne bhi baste hain

Her:-Sapnon ki duniya mein kho kar kahin aap
Apnon ke ehsaason ki ghaflat na kijiye

Him:-Saamne khade hain jo unse hum puchte hain
Sach ho ya khuli aankhon mein khwaab base hain

Her:-Haqeeqat hain hum....fasaanon mein nahin
Apne se hain hum...begaanon mein nahin

P.S. Concept plagiarized from Kajal:)

Thursday, April 30, 2009


The following conversation took place on the Set Max pre-IPL match show "Extra Innings" on the 29th of April, 09.
The special guest being Akash Chopra, the player who auditioned for an opening Test batsman role while playing T20 :D (words of Fake IPL Player).
Any how, this is how the conversation went...

Samir Kochar : So Akash, what's the reason that KKR have not been able to put up scores of substance regularly...where do you think you guyz were wrong?
Akash Chopra: Actually, the wickets in South Africa have some seam movement early on and all of us are accustomed to going slam bang from the first ball...so we have lost wickets to the new ball.

Slam bang and you Mr. Chopra...yeah right:D

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Broken Desires

"Not much...how's the party going?"
"Good...yes, its going good."
(long pause)
"So...why didn't u come?"
"I had some work...sorry couldn't make it."
"You know you cannot lie na?"
"You know why I didn't come."
"Yes...you've been avoiding me off late."
"No...I'm trying to make things as they should be."
"Why can things not be how I want them to be?"
"Coz u deserve better."
"And who are you to decide what I deserve?"
"A friend...I think."
"Friends do not hurt each other..."
"Yes...but they do warn each other of wrong choices."
"Why the hell is my choice wrong?"
"Coz you desire something which you cannot have."
"Why is it so?"
"Because it is not within me to give you....it does not exist."
"I refuse to believe that it does not exist..."
"It did once..it does no more!!!"

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Me Taliban

I belong to the Taliban and I am a Talib.....says who? Says Honorable Supreme Court Justice Markandey Katju.

Oh did he...I guess he must have strong valid reasons, right? Well, he does have a reason, yes.

Gosh...so you guys have infiltrated into Indian mainland, you must be a spy, right...what else would you be in India for? Hmm...I've always been in India, you see, I was born here, have been brought up here, studied here (though we hardly study in engineering colleges:D), intend to work here too if a certain IT major does not forget me...ohh n btw, I love India too but that I suppose is besides the point.

Sunday, April 19, 2009


Of early mornings, sweltering noons and welcome evenings
Of languid baths, baked pancakes of faces and cold water face washes
Of kacche aam ki sharbat, aerated soft drinks and just about anything liquid
Of wishing classes got over early and rushing back for basketball sessions
Of Chutti Chutti, Jungle Book and Alif Laila
Of Ducktales, Chandrakanta and Chitrahaar
Of power cuts, shadow games and spook stories in the dark
Of Antaksharis and Dumb Charades
Of holiday homework and planning pranks
Of Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew and Famous Five
Of visits to the village and reunion with cousins
Of days spent in the playground with illusions of greatness
Of nights spent on the terrace making patterns in the sky

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Of a snippet and an award

Place:- An almost town in Bihar
Time:- About 9 in the evening
Setting:- 2 litre sealed Sprite bottle brought home has been discovered to contain an external twig like cylindrical object and yours truly has been asked to get a replacement bottle.

Me : "Is bottle mein kuch hai...isko badal do"
Shopkeeper : "Arre bhaiyya...geeft hoga"
Me : "Gift aise bottle ke andar nahin rehta hai...aur phir bottle pe kuch likha bhi to nahin hai gift ke baare mein"
Shopkeeper : "Surpriej geeft hoga na"...( and saying that he gave me a different bottle )

Yours truly was gutting his heart out soundlessly on hearing that reply...lolz!!!

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Rest In Peace...

And so she passed away...hopefully, to Rest In Peace.
Allah unke rooh ko jannat bakhshe...Aameen!!!

P.S. Going away from Calcutta for about a week...will not have access to the internet, so won't be able to visit all your spaces.
Take care, all of ya...bubye:)

Friday, March 27, 2009

Unravelling Love-strickness

A drop of love is what everyone lusts for

An ocean of grief is what they get
A badder bargain there never will be
And yet everyone falls for it
Are people so stupid that they cannot comprehend this uneven barter of emotions?

Wednesday, March 25, 2009


This post by Lavaanya is responsible for the conception of the following post.

Zindagi ki kahaani
Aansuoon ke zabani
Khushiyon mein chalakti ous
Tanhayyon ke saathi
Kisi ke aankh dhone ki tadbeer
To kisi ke dil ke rone ki tasweer
Jeet ke kehkahon mein shaamil
Gham-e-shikasht ki parchayee
Palkon ke kinaron ki dilkashi
Jazbaaton ki mehkashi
Samjho to masarrat ke moti
Na samjho to namkeen paani

Monday, March 23, 2009


A moonlit night...winter evening...starry sky...slight drizzle...empty terrace...two souls...lost in thoughts.

Girl :- Chand itna khubsoorat kyun hai?
Boy :- Ghaur se dekho...sirf dhabbe hi dikhenge.
Girl :- So much for you being a romantic *exasperated sigh*
Boy :- So much for you trying to make me one *naughty grin*

So much for silly conversations:D

Thursday, March 19, 2009


Andheron ki god mein chamakta ek tara
Lehron ke bawandar mein tinke ka sahara
Zindagi ki bheed mein ek apna sa saaya
Gheebat ki aandhi pe insaaf ki chaaya
Sannaton ki bheed mein ek dabi si aahat
Ghamon ke sailaab mein halki si muskurahat

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Plea for prayer

My youngest aunt on my mother's side is ill...very ill in fact. She's been so for the last two and a half years...pretty much everything that could be done has been done but to no avail. Not one single doctor could definitely ascertain as to what her illness is though most of them have taken a calculated guess and proclaimed it to be the dreaded C word. Medication has hardly helped and her condition has continued to deteriorate over time. There was a phase of about 4/5 months when it seemed to work and hopes of a recovery had enlighted but only to come crashing down again. Since the last 6 months not only every semblance of improvement disappeared but there has been rapid deterioration so much so that 3 days back we got a call in which the words "last stage" were mentioned. My mom and sister have gone off there to be with her. The news, though, trickling in is still bad...it's getting worse.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

50 and counting...

One fine hot summer day in May, a visibly bored yours truly was browsing through communities on dear Orkut randomly hopping from one to the other with absolutely no end purpose...then in one of those random communities (dun even remember which 1), in the members section a face was spotted...a photoshopped hazy picture which did not hide the fact that the face was actually quite captivating:D (dun know whether the picture was made hazy to hide that fact or not)...but naturally yours truly reached that profile and among other things found a hyperlink with a funny name beside the "webpage" option...curios me could not resist and in the blink of an eye the hyperlink was clicked...redirected to a new page and voila...the enchanting blogosphere was discovered, rather stumbled upon...

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Idiosyncratic Me

Been tagged by Asbah and Aditi to write 25 random facts, goals or quirks about myself...now there's one daunting task if there was ever one but then as looking the challenge in the eye is the name of the game:D, I hereby try to pen down a silver jubilee list about the eccentric moronic self that I am.

#1. I am a very usual, perfectly common human being and you will be sure to find many like me in every walk of life.

#2. I wish to one day live the life that I envisage for me and my family...for me my family is much more important to me than I myself would ever be.

#3. I am not an introvert but I take some time to warm up to people...once that small matter is taken care of I generally tend to bring the house down.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

"Deciphering Myself"...says Love.

As I sit down to write this today...I am in a deep quandary, you see I don't know who or what I am, I am facing this massive identity crisis if i may so call it... To be fair, I was always a little abstract when it came to definitions and explanations and it sort of even made me feel proud...I mean it is a definite ego booster that even the combined intelligence of all humankind which has unraveled many a mystery and deciphered many a puzzle could not definitely conclude as regards my entity.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

What's Happening...

Hello fellas...wassup people?
Everyone rockin hopefully...I of course mean rockin your chairs:D
Wanted to post something...no topic in mind to rant about, no poem forming in the confines of the literary part of the brain as well:)
So, I thought let's subject my trusted blog readers to my absolutely exalted take on a few of the goings on in this place of our existence.
It's going to be very random...hopefully nonsensical too:D

Sunday, February 01, 2009

With Me...Forever

a single glimpse is what I aspire for...I long for
to cherish forever...to be my redemption in the darkness
searched the seas...foraged the lands
seeked you in nature's perfection
in the blooming of the buds...in the soothing of the wind
glistening of the sand...calmness of the water
looked for you on the horizon with the rising sun
waited for you in the twilight's shadow
probed the twinkling of the stars
gave pursuit to the moon's golden beam
weary and tired...I give up hope
closing my eyes as despondency grows
behold...the inner eye triumphs where all else failed
I have the sight...fortitude prevailed
you are within me...I now understand
forever...for always, holding my hand

Monday, January 26, 2009

We, the people...

Today is the 26th day of January, the Republic Day of our country...59 years ago on this date we framed our constitution proudly proclaiming ourselves to be a secular, democratic and free minded nation...a nation where there was freedom of speech and liberty of thoughts...together we pledged to uphold the virtues imbibed in our constitution and abide by it steadfastly.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

A Wish, A Hope

Can I smile your smile
Can I walk your mile
Can I cry your tear
Can I hold you near
Can I wish away your pain
Can I kiss away your fears

Monday, January 19, 2009

K{no}w Me Better

First Name:- Saim

Sex:- Male

Single or Taken:- have not replied to Maria's proposal yet...so yes, it would be single as of now:D

Birthday:- 9th day of August

Siblings:- 3 sisters n a bro

Hair Color:- Natural Black:D

Shoe Size:- 7/8

Height:- 5'6"

Innie or Outie:- Mostly innie...prefer to be outie only among the chosen:)

What are you wearing right now:- Tracks, T-shirt n my attitude:D

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Circle of Thoughts

"For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon the inward eye
Which is the bliss of the solitude"

It's been ages since I last read these poignant lines from Wordsworth...dunno from where these lines just found a passage to my mind right now but that's how it is, right? Some chain of thought just randomly gets juxtaposed onto another and another ultimately leading to the coming to surface of some long forgotten memories from the deep bovines of the mess that our brain is...Heck, am getting all philosophical out here and that is the last thing that I want to become right now...U c coz this is a momentous occasion fellas...yes, after going through a meandering month and a half of mundane activities...am back to my soullie "Sepulchre".