My First Failure

Some verses that rhymed in me when i stumbled across my first failure..

My First Failure

Experienced it with a thud

It came from a single beep

Left me a shocked, a broken bud

For there was no leap

Of joy but crest fallen hearts

As a thought I couldn't accept in

As a reality which didn't seep in

Never my imagination brought me here

Never visited in nightmares here

Failure, they say

The stepping stone to success

But who knows what it takes

To stand below these dreadful steps

To travel that booky past

I don't fear hardwork

I don't fear the world talks

But I fear my conscience, my failure

As a thought I couldn't accept in

As a reality which didn't seep in

Never my imagination brought me here

Never visited in nightmares here

But still today, I stand here

And now I have nothing to fear

With experience and a shattered confidence

Each leg on either side of the Inter fence

I ll be here for the next half year

But I hope the rainbow is definitely near

I don't want the conscious tag

I don't want this heavy guilty emotional bag

I ll move ahead and ahead in some time

And then we'll together dine!

For now we have a fable,

A fable of half-handshakes

A fable of half-hugs

A fable of half-pedhas et all

For this thought I cant accept in

For this reality which doesn't seep in

Never my imagination brought me here

Never visited in nightmares here!

adiós,
mp aka pv  

In memory of my Grand-Father

Miss you!

Why am I writing this today?

After almost 5.5 years from that day,

Somehow on the weekend when cousins came down,

I missed him here down.

My Aojaba,

A person respected by all,

Not because he was the eldest,

But because he was Thee Best.

The walk with him to the chowpatty shores,

His push at the Japani Gardens swing,

His longing for Bhelpuri by the roadside,

The bond he shared with the Vada-pav vala,

His stories about life, learning and love&affection.

His effervescence presence in our room

His love and affection for all grand children alike

His 'family-ness' with aaji, aai and baba...

His lessons of importance of time to us all,

He would say,

"One more day has dawned

Half of which is gone!"

One day we had shira and cutting chai in the evening,

He then went for a walk..

From where he just dint come back..

Just dint come back..

We miss you!

Happiness to me!

Quest for Happiness

I like to be alone,

Not that I don't have Friends.

I like to be alone,

Not that Friends aren't Friends.

But somehow I prefer to be alone.

Its been days I went out,

Its been days I laughed my stomach out,

Its been days I have smiled,

Its been days I have enjoyed.

I pondered and wondered,

What am I missing in my Quest of happiness!

A new TV and music system

A new Picnic and some new friends!

But nothing got the better of me out.

And then one fine Sunday,

It changed...

I dint laugh my stomach out

I dint just with someone hang out

But I experienced something I never had.

Sunday the 20th it was,

A solitary walk down the Banganga Tank,

A nostalgic feeling at the Hanging Gardens,

A tear slipping out at the sight of the Witches' Boot,

A Chanajhor-garam at the Chowpatty,

A wave crushing at my feet ,

A walk along the beach sand & waves,

A gushing breeze from the wayward winds.

Made me smile and smile..

I think after ages.

Its then I realised,

I like to be alone,

Not that I don't have Friends.

I like to be alone,

Not that Friends aren't Friends.

But somehow I prefer to be alone.

My friends are perfect genuine gems,

They approach me always

Knowing my answer that i turn them down

Its not that I don't like my friends,

In fact I love them all,

Its not that I don't enjoy their company

But that's not what is happiness for me

There is life beyond living and dieing

There is life beyond socialising and gossiping

My definition is not yours,

And yours is not mine.

I am sorry,

But I like to be alone,

Not that I don't have Friends.

I like to be alone,

Not that Friends aren't Friends.

What what cant change is

Somehow I prefer to be alone!