TIME TO RHYME

The rhyming days are back

Am ready to take words out of the sack

Sense or no sense at all

Everything will rhyme, like a 'tall ball'

Words are too many

the right ones too few

I have never understood, how tasty is stew

An writing without a cause

And skipping every punctuation and pause

Writing works wonders for me

nothing else can help..no coffee no tea

I like how senseless this is turning out to be

But thats how even life is for me

Time and again I try to be sensible

But to no avail, I like my senselessness' decible :p

Who says words are to be used a certain way

I want to hear them only the way they make me sway

Poetry is indeed about the sound it makes

Just rhyme, that is all it takes

These days there are too many fakes

which are like ships in a lake

Rhyming days are back again

Time to get rid of all the happiness and pain

And also my shirt's blue stain

from the paint on tower down the lane

A beautiful morning :)

Everytime I think of you...

Every time I think of you

I think of the times I've spent with you

Every day every moment

Every laugh every tear

Every kiss every fear

Every minute every day when I think of you

I think of the time I have spent with you

All the time when you loved me

All the time when you said you did

And all the time you didn't say but you still did

I feel that love everytime I think of you

And everytime I love you more than I thought I could ever do

Every minute everyday when I think of you

I think of the time I've spent with you

The sun the rain

Every road every bylane

The pizza outlet, the coffee shop

Every game we played, every song we sang

Everything just reminds me of you

Every minute every day I think of you and the time I've spent with you

I feel you here..right here with me

Yet I feel how different it used to be

Everytime we met

Everytime we ran around that elephant

Everytime we fought over who cheated

Every sorry I said for being late yet again

Every time I think of you

I think of the time I've spent with you

You make me happy

You make me cry

You make me love

You make it so special for me to remember..every hello and every bye

Every minute every day when I think of you

I think of the time I've spent with you

And every time I smile and think

That times going to be back very soon, when I'll b back with you yet again :)

Vegetarian (yet) again!

Am vegetarian again:)))And I feel great about it. The only things I didn't quite want to give up were the chicken flavoured noodles which were yummy(obviously with all the Indian masalas I add and cheese of course) and yeah definitely very instant and economical and eggs, which again were very yummy, economical, easy to make and my favourites. But surprisingly it turned out that the chicken 'flavoured' noodles were just flavoured and thus 'suitable for vegetarians' and eggs..I don't miss them at all. So alls good yet:) The only thing I will miss out on are the amazing eco meals at Burger King and Mc Donalds but I don't mind spending a little more to buy myself a veggie burger and then I still have veggie delight at Subway(which surprisingly again is better than the one we got in India because of the yummy toppings). So Happy Vegetarianism to me. Enjoy eating:)

BRISTOL

A small(not so small but yeah compared to Delhi, very small) city in UK is my new home now. I loved it the very first day I stepped into the city. Its busy yet quite, its tidy yet not inhumanly clean, its pretty..that too naturally, it has no huge concrete buildings, lined up with cafes and pubs, beautiful churches and parks, small kebab shops, yummy looking supermarkets(am a fan of Sainsburrys now), yummmy milk and yogurts and of course The Wills Memorial..every time you see it(I see it everyday..at least twice), it seems prettier and grander..especially against the sky..it looks marvelous and you'd be lucky to see it with the moon in the background. Bristol has started my new love affair with the sky and the moon(which I hardly get to see these days because of the clouds). They look beautiful here..theres just something about it..the moon sparkles here and I have the best view of it from my room window and I miss no opportunity to flaunt it. ;)

This is just the place I wanted to be in..just the kinda city I dreamt of..I always named my dream city to be London but I know now..it always was Bristol...I love the place..totally.:) Its just the place where you can live forever because its a perfect blend of city life and the silent village life you would want.

My first day here and I was shocked..all the shops shut at 5.. thats when we stepped out to shop in Delhi but it was different here.very different.. everyone respects the fact that everyone else has a family and the importance of spending time with them. Its beautiful how people love people here..they respect mankind..they respect life and they enjoy and relish every day of their lives. Everyone smiles at everyone else on the streets, people exchange 'hellos' and 'what a beautiful day it is' with absolute strangers...just the way I always wanted to(they would think I'm mad if I did this in Delhi), if you are not having a good day..you'll suddenly come across a beautiful old lady walking on Park Street(which is tremendously uphill..esp when you are late for class!!) with a smile and she'll suddenly give you the best and the brightest smile and brighten your day up..even better..you'll be suddenly stopped by a man whos won some contest on the mobile just because he wants to share how ecstatic he is about it with you..just like it happens in Wonderland. :) Everyone is treated equally here,with equal love and respect..rich-poor, old-young, pretty-not so pretty..everyone. Its a lovely place and I love it. :)

People are so honest and true to what they do..its amazing. There is genuine trust between people..between buyers and sellers, between teachers and students, between people in general. I was once charged extra at Sainsburrys for some items which I hadn't actually bought and on checking the invoice I realised the goof up and thought I had lost my 2.50 pounds(its not as small as it seems..heheheheh)..yet I decided to take chance and went to Sainsburrys(I ran on Park Street..the uphill street..because it was a Sunday and it closes at 6 pm and I realised only at 5:45..late as always)..all I had to do was tell the customer care official and the amount was debited back to my card(by the way I have my own card now..debit..but still..my first card!!). All the arguments and counter arguments I had prepared in my head to get my money back went to waste..but believe me I wasn't complaining.. I was amazed and being a Delhite the first thing that struck me was..whoopp..I should have said there were more items in invoice which were billed incorrectly and got extra money back[;)] but thats when I realised the mutual trust that people here share.

Another funny incident I remember is when we went shopping to ASDA and our cashier asked us if we were Indians(Neha, Pranay and me) and we said yeah we are with a huge smile on our faces..we asked where he was from and he said Lahore and I was sooo happy to hear that..I always wanted to go to Lahore and eat there on their food street..lottts of yummmy food in the middle of the night(eventhough I have again given up non veg for now and am quite happy about it) and I told him that..to which he replied..do you guys understand punjabi..we said yeahhh and he said "Jeene Lahore nahi vekheya te oone ki vekhya" and for some reason I was so happy after hearing that..that made my day and I instantly wanted to call dad and tell him because of the enthusiasm we both share about going to Lahore and eating there and I did that the following morning. :))))

I always knew and I believed that I would never miss home or anyone back home ever and to some extent that really is the case..I haven't been homesick even once since I've come here and thats also because of the way our parents have brought us up..with the attachment with detachment method(not sure what that actually means) but there are weak sundays that we all have when we think Oh the paranthas I could have had if I was home..there are those moments when on skype(without sounding all dramatic) you see your own bed all empty (and clean!!!) and you just wish you could sit their again...there are times when you remember that one peculiar road you travelled on..some place as insignificant as Naraina or anywhere..the house in Panchsheel you crossed every time you had to go to nani's house, the uncle at The Mother Dairy booth, your neighbour who you never really liked...I miss no one in particular(?almost no one) but at times you just miss the life you led for 22 years and of course the yummmyy food you ate..the comfort of staying at home but I love it here..I love being on my own, cooking my own food, buying my own grocery, cleaning my own room, doing my laundry(not so much), making my own choices.. I love my space here .

I love this place and I love my life here.:)

GOOD(??) MORNING!!

Early mornings are anything but Good,
I thought to myself as I stepped out of the blanket and stood.
Mom's endless wake up calls I get,
Turn into howls when they are not met.
Threats like 'I'll never wake you up again',
When not responded to make her go insane.
Pulling off the blanket to get me out of bed,
'You are getting late' is whats always said.
'Put on the geyser', I shout hiding below,
Not letting anyone break my unending sleep's flow.
Five minutes more, thats all I need,
Give them to me and do your day's first good deed.
Ruchi joins in to make me feel like the world's coming to an end,
Just a little more peace, thats all I need you to lend.
As I lay in bed staring at the world around me,
I'm met with eyes which are quite scary.
'If you are up, then get out of bed',
They know I won't, still everyday its said.
'The green light in the geysers on',
Endlessly Ruchi shouts unless I'm gone.
Its just a geyser you need to understand,
It won't spark off, its from a good brand.
'You like always are going to be late',
Big deal!!The world can wait.

Don't be such a creep,
Just let me sleep.
Its important to me,
To sleep like I'm free.
Remember every morning when you shout to wake me up,
You too are 'me' when you ask for 5 more minutes and the morning tea cup.

Every morning I wonder what wrong I've done,
The only one happy in the morning I guess is the Sun.
'Just rise a little late',its a plea,
Please please please...do this for me!!

NO LIFE WITHOUT WIFE???!!

This is about my maid who like many others is a victim of domestic violence and much more.

I am your wife,
With you I've spent long years of my life,
Today when you show me the knife,
I wonder if this is what all my life I did strife.

When you throw me off the bed,
With anger your face turning red,
You don't even care if I've bled,
I wonder to this what has led.

As you push me down the stairs,
I really wonder if theres anyone who cares,
Not even those who've witnessed this unending nightmare,
As I was raped off my pride layer by layer.

I work all day to make ends meet,
In dust, chill or the scorching heat.
Why then this is the way you treat(me),
I wonder as I walk down the street.

You never loved me for what I was,
Sex, for marriage was the only cause.
I still slept with you everyday,
Even when I knew I was not your only prey.

Not once have I asked you Why,
Because I know you are going to lie.
Drinking is an excuse for you to beat me up.
I am filled with anguish like tea to the brim of the cup.

I earned for us to survive,
I don't know how I was so naive.
All that I earned was spent by you to drink,
Even before I could blink.

When I worked late to make a cut,
You didn't think twice before calling me a slut.
When I earned a little more,
You conveniently labelled me a whore.

I don't know behind closed doors what you did with your daughter,
When she walked out, her soul was slaughtered.
In you a father, she never had,
But I'd never imagined things could ever get so bad.

I'd promised myself that my daughters won't go through this ever,
I'd forgotten that a woman can promise never.
Their life is what their man will make it to be,
Whether its good, bad or ugly.

I don't know what went wrong and where,
I don't know why lifes not fair.
I don't know what brought us here,
I don't know why noone cares.

As I walked with a bruise on my eye,
There were questions all over, Not again!! Why??!
I wondered if again I should lie,
But this time I just began to cry.

I don't know whats keeping me here,
Its definitely not love, I wonder if its fear.
I show am strong,but you've ripped me apart,
You've not just broken, but have crushed my heart.

I am not going to ask you not to beat me,
I am not going to fall down on my knees,
I am not going to take away your priveldges of being a 'He',
All I'm going to do is set myself free.