HIGH DEFINITION GIRL

I'd spent half my life in vanity
Till you came around with a brand new sanity
It wasn't like I didn't have Perspective

But you acquainted me with Introspective

In the midst of clutter, you got clarity

In the thick of glitter, you got gravity

And all of a sudden I was shining

With thoughts that were Me-defining

I'd have been such a lesson in Despondent

If your unambiguous ways weren't so resplendent

High Definition Girl

Never pixelated

Something about you
Has got me fixated

High Definition Girl

You're mega resolution

I want you as you are

No dilution.

There's nothing more sexy than certain

And you reveal yourself, with no curtain

Your point of view may not be altruistic
But it's never whimsical or unrealistic

And while your smile acts like a trigger

Your ability to cut the crap is far bigger

So each time I have second thoughts on winning

You kiss me like it's a new beginning

Then you tell it as it is, make matters clear
And things seem brighter than they appear

High Definition Girl
Never pixelated
Something about you
Has got me fixated
High Definition Girl
You're mega resolution
I want you as you are
No dilution.

DETACHED

The years have passed, his smile has died

And he’s nursing a void in his heart

When he ventures out to get a drink

They tell him to make a new start

So he sips his ale, plays with words

And leaves the party just when it’s fun

Then goes home and drinks some more

Till he remembers nothing and no one.

There’s a world where the preachers don’t reside

Where nothing comes attached

He has a home in that cold little dome

He’s Distant. Detached.

The evangelists of Happy keep shaking him off

Some others feel cheated and spurned

But through it all, he’s like a wall

Quite consistently unconcerned

Over the last few years, he’s gotten worse

And today, his gut is splitting with pain

He wants to cry, to laugh and speak up

But all he does is pull the chain

In a world where stories make us all

He’ll always be that mystery mismatched

And theories may fly, but no one will cry

He’s Distant. Detached.

SAY WHAT WE MEAN

She means a no but says yes,

He's sure about it but says 'more or less'
I want to find love but I say maybe
You want to say bitch but say baby
He is so gay but says he's heterosexual
She wants someone cool, but says retrosexual
They don't want to hurt us, so say they're undecided
We know we're doomed, but say we're misguided
Our tangled minds are doubtful of coming clean
So we take the easy road and not say what we mean.

It's tough for her to cope but she says it's easy
He's lonely as hell but says he's been busy
I want to win you over but say it doesn't matter
You like them quiet and calm but say you like the chatter
He wants to be sarcastic but says he's not so clever
She wants to take that trip but says 'probably never'
They don't want to know us but they come and say hello
We've been cruelly dumped but we say we let go
Truth can be so cruel, lies are a sweet vaccine
So we use it liberally and not say what we mean.

The truth behind our lines
The shadows behind the scene
The fact behind the fiction
The blunt behind the sheen
It will all stay behind wraps
For we don't say what we mean.

LEAVE THESE DAYS BEHIND

The year’s coming to an end and so is
Our promise to turn things around
And as our timelines burn, we fail to return
To a place called Lost and Found

Lastyear, we spoke of living easy
But Monday after, we were living manic
Our resolves got hazy, our schedules crazy
As Peaceful got eaten up by Panic

There was a time when we’d play it by ear
And meet life on the front foot
But these days we’re unclear and driven by fear
So we stay salaried and stay put

Our senses have been numbed by the commonplace
And we’re comfortable to procrastinate
But the more we lie low, the more we’ll let go
Of our chance to rethink and recalibrate

Truth is, New Year is just another time warp
And we choose to stay confined
But if we change our view, and start something new
I reckon we’ll leave these days behind.

OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE

Closer to my heart, I’m feeling
A sensation I’d describe as crazy
Something that prompts me to get better
In areas I was hitherto lazy

I’m often trying hard but failing
In convincing you of my affections
My words are clichéd, attempts naïve
Leaving behind mere good intentions

Good food is key and I’m learning
How to put my heart onto a plate
But the more I fuss about the garnishing
The less I worry about the taste

I tried to sing a song once
With lyrics that were laced with passion
But that didn’t go down too well either
For bad music is never in fashion

Rocking your boat with books and debates
On topics that were both somber and eclectic
Was working well till you laughed at me
And said you preferred me poetic

So I wrote a poem that described my pathos
And how you could be the one to change that
But the poem was tragic and lacked magic
And my attempts to win you just fell flat

It’s been a struggle and agony aunts
Tell me that I shouldn’t try so hard
And I’ve done that too, but tell you what
I’m not too good at doing disregard

So closer to my heart I’m feeling
A sensation I’d describe as hazy
Something that I understand perfectly
And yet, you describe it as crazy.

SAY NOTHING

There’s a lot to be said and you’re saying it
But now’s the time to stop, no point delaying it
You’ve exhausted your stories and tales
Having told the world about your travails
Your verbal backlashes are exhausting
It’s like a cake that’s drenched in frosting
And you know what they say about words
If used in excess, they’re not heard
Take a step back, zip that mouth
For your credibility is headed south
Now get back out there, stop bluffing
When you have nothing to say, say nothing

Freedom of expression is over-rated
Once you’ve spoken, we wish you’d waited
You may have had experiences slimey
But somehow, they sound bitter-whiney
I’m not saying you’re shouldn’t speak
But you won’t get the sympathy you seek
Life is a bitch, we’re all dealing
And you’re not getting any special healing
So stop the verbal diatribe, get a hold
You trusted this world, you got sold
Now get back out there, stop bluffing
When you have nothing to say, say nothing

Take note, my friend, you have fair warning
Self-worth is not adorned by self-scorning
I know you wish you had an editorial
That celebrated your suffering immemorial
Bad things happen to good people and vice versa
Who’re we to keep score, its all karma
Dignity however is a matter of choice
Choose to stay silent, than make empty noise
I know you hate advice but this is the real deal
Shape the life you want, feel what you feel
Now get back out there, stop bluffing
When you have nothing to say, say nothing

TAKE CONTROL

So the year has come and gone
And you think you’re old and worn
It all seems to you like déjà vu
But that’s just a breakdown point of view
So find the courage to feel breathless
Settle for nothing but restless
You’ve got the fire, stoke it
Your mojo is buried, provoke it
Have the cake and eat it too
Don’t feel guilty, bite more than you can chew
Turn it around, my friend, show us how you roll
It’s a brand new year, take control.

Make a resolution, break it
But don’t be stupid enough to fake it
For those who’ve taken you for granted
This year, tell them you’re disenchanted
And the ones who run you down, spurn them
The lessons you say you’ll learn, learn them
Bu there’s the thing, be curious
For the things you can change, be furious
Fall in love, write that love letter
Wake up tomorrow, feeling much better
Turn it around, my friend, show us how you roll
It’s a brand new year, take control.

If not now, then when
Take the steering wheel, it’s time
Being optimistic isn’t a remedy
But being morbid is a crime
Freshness is contagious for your heart and soul
It’s a brand new year, take control.

JUST WHEN YOU THINK, I'M OUT OF IT

I've done things I'd rather forget

I've said things that are captioned by regret

And while the tears are welling up within

I prefer to find solace in the din

And when I find a secret place to hide

Where I can keep my perfect aura aside

Instead of looking within and feel introspective

I get curdled, spoilt and depressive

And just like that, in a matter of a minute

I'm a new person, I'm out of it.

Quaint things come around in a platter
But I choose to ignore them, they don't matter
Blatant is where I'm putting my money
For it always go down well, when laced with funny
Looking back into memory's file
There's a hopeless tear that's locked in a smile
I want the release, to just let it flow
But in desperation, I replace it with a show
And just like that, in a matter of a minute
I'm a new person, I'm out of it.

Oh the minds of the done and deflated
We're not so cool, we're over-rated
But just when you think you can treat us like shit
We're new persons, we're out of it.

LBD

See, the thing about the LBD
Is ladies, you’ll look all PYT
And no matter where in the world you be
It’s never gonna be too OTT

See, the thing about the LBD
Is it makes the guys go OMG
And if your man takin' you to a place fancy
Pimp it up, you’ll look VIP

See, the thing about the LBD
Is that you can slip on one JLT
And dontcha worry about bein' sexy
Be rest assured, he’ll BRB

See, the thing about the LBD
Is you’ll get yourself some TLC
So one more time, listen up baby
Get your hands on one, ASAP.

Mid-Way Musings

Mid-way between Home and Nowhere

We got off at a stop called Stranded


Mid-way between Lost and Somewhere

We discovered our world had disbanded

Mid-way between Sure and Don't-know

We didn't muster the courage for a fight

Mid-way between Now and Never

We couldn't take a leap into the light

Mid-way between Arrived and So-Gone

We met up with a friend called Superficial

Mid-way between Truth and Disbelief

We put our faith in a mate called Prejudicial

Mid-way between Swayed and Steadfast

We gave in to everything that seemed different

Mid-way between Left-behind and Let-Go

We decided that we'll push ourselves to be brilliant

And so the wheel of Life has turned

And so our lives have been led

And so we'll go into the blasted light
And still believe we're not dead.

Let's Do This!

I don't have a strategy for fun
And I'm not sure if you're The One

There's a part of me that's feeling distorted

And yet, somehow I stand here feeling sorted

I won't distill my feelings, I won't clarify my thoughts

I'll let the evening play out, I won't connect the dots

This night is not for reason, it's for the ache in our heart
Sometimes the journey is wonderful, when you upset the cart

So let's settle down, send our doubts to the pyre
I've got a steady gaze, what else do we require?
Let's do this, baby, let's make it wow
Epic can wait, let's live in the now.

I don't have an appetite for drama
And I'm pretty certain your middle name is Trauma
There's a little voice that says I should be cautious
And yet tonight, that voice makes me nauseous
I won't look for your back-story, I won't slot you into a category
I won't impress you with my wardrobe or my vocabulary
For what are we, if we haven't lived raw and unfettered
If we haven't understood that not all experiences can be bettered

So let's settle down, tell our phones to retire
I've got an open mind, what else do we require?
Let's do this, baby, let's make it wow
Epic can wait, let's live in the now.

On Turning Older

Over the years, the lines will deepen

The body will lose its dexterity

Wearing my jeans may still be possible

But wearing my shorts will be a rarity

Skin will sag, chin will jiggle

And drooping shoulders will be regularity

And even as they walk behind me thinking

That my bottom is an aspect of hilarity

I'll hold court with gusto, with my news and views

Each laced with sarcasm and vulgarity

My body will give up to age and time
But my wit will still display peculiarity

Old age is coming and more often than not

The mind is a haze of non-clarity
So before I turn comatose and clueless
Let me donate my eyes to charity.

I Believe You're Not There

They tell me You live in that big temple with bigger security

But I believe You're not there

They tell me You'll only see people who walk bare feet and wait for hours

But I believe You're not that unfair

They tell me You like blocking the traffic and blaring the music

But I believe that's not Your style

They tell me You can be won over by keeping hungry on Tuesdays

But I believe that will only prove futile

They tell me You love it when we share praises about You on Facebook

But I believe You're not that pretentious

They tell me You'd rather not meet women who're menstruating

But I believe you're far more judicious

They tell me You're inventing new ways to win people back to You

But I believe You're not that desperate

They tell me You only reward people who're ready to pledge loyalty to You

But I believe loyalty and love are not commensurate

They tell me You send those who do bad stuff to hell

But I believe You display better acumen

They tell me You have a big appetite for the good stuff and the bad

But I believe it just makes You more human

They tell me You have a thing for self-righteous priests and retarded rituals
But I believe You just don't care

They tell me You live in that big temple with bigger security
But I believe You're not there.

Romantically Adept

You've always been factual, not endearing
Your words precise, so persevering


Factual is wonderful really, but you don't understand
Sometimes, all you have to do is hold my hand


And say something that will make me feel less solitary
Rather than console me with a de facto commentary


Yes,I know I'm strong and independent and blessed
But to constantly remind me so, makes me suspect


That you don’t want to say anything undue
Maybe you fear that I’ll misconstrue


But you ought to know that a woman won’t misunderstand
When you say Darling, she won’t think of a wedding band


So I'm just saying this with as much clarity as I can collect
To hell with being factual, be romantically adept.

An Ode To The Common Cold

Of all the worries, of all the woes
Nothing quite matches a stuffy nose

Nasal congestion is pretty democratic

It could strike a child, adult or geriatric

When it hits you, you feel like crap

Your voice sounds whiney, your nose is a tap

If you try to sleep, guaranteed you'll fail

You'll toss and turn, but you won't inhale

The mucus, you see, is a terrible malady

Steam could clear it, or some other remedy

Some use an inhaler like a baby pacifier

Others drink whiskey, but it only gets them higher

As for me, I roll in self-pity

Let my friends all know that I'm in Viral City

Hire a DVD, take tissues to bed

Or crawl to the kitchen, make soup and bread

My septum is on a strike but my stomach is not

So while my nose is runny, I still eat a lot

Then as I sleep, I remember to pray

And surprisingly, tonight there's just one thing to say

Oh Common Cold, I'll forget and forgive

But for goodness sake, just let me live.

You Should Hang On To Him

You keep telling me he’s no better than slime
And all because he asks for more me-time
And just because he goes to sleep watching TV
Doesn’t mean his love for you isn’t sublime
You guys seem good, or am I missing something?
Agreed, he doesn’t visit the gym
He’s worth his weight in gold, what I’m saying is
You should hang on to him.



He lacks ambition and I won’t describe him as driven
The fact that he’s lackluster is a given
But he’s a likeable bloke when drunk and quiet
And when you see that sincere smile, all is forgiven
You love him, unless that has changed – has it?
Then the situation looks kind of grim
But if you think you’re cooler, that’s not true
You should hang on to him.


You’ve got designer friends and a job with a title
Your features are sharp, statistics vital
But you’re a selfie who doesn’t need a camera
Somewhat like a performer always giving a recital
So stand back and stop writing him off
You’re just as forgettably interim
Hang on to what’s best, hang on to my words
You should hang on to him.

Lost My Heart, Never Found It

It was a whisper of a suggestion

And it triggered off a flame

I guess I wanted a reaction

I thought you felt the same

And as I burnt in the demolition
Of love going down the drain
I knew what we'd shared was over
And we'd never go down that lane

I lost my heart and never found it
To be honest I never tried
Because it felt good to have burnt in passion
Which forever, I thought had died

I lost my heart and never found it
To be honest, I'm glad I'm crying
Because it's true that love is faithless
But that shouldn't stop me from trying

You've sold out to the rhyme and reason
And my life has hardly been a clean chit
But there's just one truth left, till the end of days
That I've lost my heart and never found it.

A Mean, Mean Note

You've made it amply known and how

That you're surrounded all the time

By fan mails and admirers and crazy flying objects

I'm not saying that's a crime

But surely you're competent enough to know
And it doesn't take Holmes-type detection
Your updates are packed with fizz and froth

But your toxic persona needs more conviction

One day, I thought I'd have a seizure

When you went on for hours about your phone

Then I heard you talk about some campaign you cracked
And it was as insufferable as a kidney stone

Much like a corporate brochure you sound

Brimming with lofty vision statements
And your pathetic attempts at being humble

Are just as forced as in-film placements

Am I being mean, yes undoubtedly

I'm a bad penny, I feel no remorse

And much as you're bound to be fit and fantastic
In being nicer, I'll take a refresher course.

Good, Bad

The good news is the flame is still there

The bad news is I've forgotten how to start a fire

The good news is that work is aplenty
The bad news is that plenty of the work is terrible

The good news is that people are generally nice

The bad news is that I'm not generally nice with them

The good news is that laughter is easy

The bad news is the laugh is often on me

The good news is the house looks great
The bad news is it's still not my home

The good news is that friends will beckon
The bad news is that I've nothing to hold them back

The good news is that change is inevitable
The bad news is that I distrust change

The good news is that life is decent
The bad news is that I'm not good with decent

The good and the bad
The yin and the yang
On a melancholic morning
A not-so-young poet sang.

My Selfie is for You, not for Me

I tried a top angle first, then a side profile
My Sunday overflowing with frustration
Then I got one where I looked thin, but not too happy
Finally, I met my expectation
Now only if you'd like it,my world would be complete
Only if this picture would change your perception
If not I'll change it in a nano-second, you see
I'll do anything to seed a deception


My selfie is for you, not for me
Coz I'm trying my best to distort reality
My world is fun, it's got no glitch
Though up close and personal, I'm just an empty little bitch.


Candid works best, but the pout is essential
Naive is wholesome, if laced with wicked intention
Whether we nail the conversation, matters miniscule
As long as we nail a selfie, we'll fight ridicule
So judge me on my selfie, not my self-worth
And crown me the princess in your head
If not, I'll clutter your brain with a thousand more images
I'll do anything to mislead and be misread


My selfie is for you, not for me
I've sold out to a world debauched on imagery
My world is cool and I'm pretty and rich
Though up close and personal, I'm just an empty little bitch.