Music talks – Debut album views !

Here I am again with another music recco [ not review ok!] post ! So today I am to tell you of Nickk’s debut album by the same name [ in a stylish font ]

1. The guy is kinda cute ! at least in some pics

2. He has a good voice ! very fresh to my ears !

and now about the songs -

I first checked Janasheen for the only reason that it had a video made too. Sweet romance number , opening might sound bit ok but as soon Nickk starts singing , you are pulled into his voice , lyrics and before you know you will be humming along janasheen ! Liked it .. it definitely set my mood for other songs and this post too

PS : The video is good in parts but was a bit too much for me to handle ! frankly I think the vid could be lil more of sweet romantic moments , the cute type.. !! the song is too apt for all that

The second song I checked [ 'cause the title really attracted me ] and totally loved is “Jaane kyun“

I love the lyrics , like the slow , smooth pace , the way the song begins with simple music notes , then the vocal and the accompanying set of music all through out .. I liked it all .. for me, this is a sure buy from my side ! such a good one this is .. though sad of course !

Next is guzaarish - a rock song ! I can and will not tell much about this except that I survived it ! That itself will speak a lot since I NEVER listen/ tolerate rock ! This one was decent paced. Only the repetitive lines were in more rock feeling .. the chorus parts of the song sound good !

Next , Iqteza [ do not know the meaning of the word ] opened with some techno sort of music then some english lyrics and then the vocals begin !  I liked the lyrics frankly more than music of this one ..

Last on the page is Guzaarish Dance – almost in same genre of Iqteza ! But i found it better than the previous song. simple sweet song. Repeat to banta hai !!

That’s all from my side for now .. Please do hear / comment / buy the songs I talked about !

Letters

unsent letters,
lie well hidden
in pockets of
my dreamy desire;
each day unfolds
with renewed hopes
of blessed day
inked in words
scribbled free
in your writing;
past treasure
yellowed gold
laced with
potent future
of being;
letters to link
hands to writing,
thoughts to HIM,
me to myself
or to all maybe…

Written for G-Man’s Friday Flash 55 ,

prompted @ Theme Thursday

Just like me [Mera jaisa tu .. ]

The title “Mera jaisa tu” is a line from one of the songs i have been listening to a lot these days  .. And it translates to : “you are just like me”. And that made me wondering ..

They say opposites attract ! But is it not the similarities that bring two people close ??

what do you have to say about it ??

And below are the lines I wrote last night listening to the same song :

starting from the differences we have,

tracing the journey backwards

through the different views

you and me showed each other

from eyes of heart ,

and voices of soul;

i reach again the same place

where it all began,

from one word to another line,

from one silly comment

to hours of non sense talks,

to smiles , tears , pain and loss,

back to here, where I stand today,

alone yet loved, sad yet strong !

Here is the song if you want to hear :

–

Submitted to Thursday Poets rally week 49

The golden tree

He knew it was not just a dream. He tried hard but could not shake the feeling, he was being called to trace his destiny. And he heeded to the call of his heart. Weeks of walking through strange lands with uncomprehensiblee forces guiding his, he finally stood in front of the tree – tired and excited both. But when he actually saw it, he could not believe his own eyes – colors dripping from each branch, each leaf , golden flowers falling in spirals all around. he felt like a misfit there in his dirty brown coat and yellow umbrella. He fumbled a bit with the umbrella before closing it and stretching his hands into the waters that poured just over the tree. He knew his life would cease behind the curtain of color drops.with a glance at the surroundings, he finally stepped inside the tree’s shade. the faint golden glow of the flowers gave it a mystical look.

And then he noticed him, an old man scribbling away in deep thought on what looked liked tiny roll of translucent paper. without looking at the visitor, the old man ordered him to collect the inked rolls and load into dream wagon,whatever it meant.He followed the orders as if he had been doing that all his life,and waited for the next order.He belonged here – in this lost world of peace and words.He could hear the echoes of unknown voices around him – the banter , the disappointments , the smiling words , the sarcastic ones of skepticism. Hours passed like this , he rooted to same spot, hearing those voices and being a part of the emotions.

Finally the old man got up from his desk, and looked at him with interest. “You are still here! i see. You will stay,the place has made you its own”, Saying this, he came forward and handed the silver pen in his hands. He sat down at the same desk like the old man , looked at him once with a dazed look, gave a farewell salute and started filling the “fortune less” fortune cookies with his ideas. The old man faded. Life began anew at the tree of fate.

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Prompted @ Indigo Spiders , Inspiration Monday , 3ww

Before I die

(click on the image to see full size)

Inspired by Saturday Centus , Submitted to Haiku Heights [ Freestyle ]

From where I stand

From where I stand,
the past is distant,
neither future looks near;
the thought fills the space
from “was” to “could be”
what i need to make possible;
I know it for sure today
I knew it maybe before,
will a different me,
had made him love me more
made my life any better,
or my mistakes would
matter no more…

 

–

Prompted @ Sunday Scribblings , OSI

Image source

She sang, me too

She would walk in the room and recite prayers as we went to bed.But would look at us while reciting the last .Till college, I slept to her voice. Today, I sing the same to my kids :

“when the wind gets tired,
Stand proud my child,watching your breath,
the force of your life, keeping you alive”

–

Prompted @ Inspiration Monday

Today

Strings of my life jiggle
early memories;quality time,
none i can keep close.

–
Written for Haiku-Heights , 3WW

You, me and nothing else

It was raining when i woke up. As I stepped out and inhaled the damp smell of the empty lot behind my place. The water fell into the puddles making spiral beauties. I smiled, and the same time I thought of a pic you had sent me. Sitting on the banks of a river, making similar circles with the stones, you appeared to enjoy so much. It was the first pic you had emailed me, even though it showed your back to the camera and a raised hand with stone. you used to send me a pic of yours after every time we fought like we would never talk again. And your smile would melt my anger always. no words ,no apologies , no regrets.

Just insane conversations and lame ideas chasing some impossible dreams and making a heavy drug – a magic potion that became not just addiction but a way of living. when realities offered to pull me down, it was my world with you that kept me smiling and hopeful. Every dark night brought me to your door steps and even if i had to wait for days to hear from you, I waited at the door steps, knocking on the door once in a while.

In hope you will listen,
and even if you not,
you understood me still,
and calmed my chaos.

Then one day you locked the door and went away to unknown lands. I sat staring at the door, staring at it hard in hope it will break lose and lead me to your sanctum – where I know you have left a clue for any one who comes seeking. Oh yes, you did that unknowingly , but I am sure there is a clue in there. But I dare not touch the lock. You will not want me to step in there. You never wanted me to know you as well as I managed to. So I walk away, and create new worlds from my dreams. But I cross your door still, in hope you will return some day. You will return , won’t you ?? The silence echoes with disappointed sighs. You are not going to return, and I will not break the lock, not yet.

The unsaid desire of yours
the unheard cries of my heart
the wait for an impossible time
the sound of fading footstep.

Its been a while I have been standing in the rains, and thinking all this. With wet eyes and heavy heart , i return to my room. As I step out of my clothes, I feel as if i am shedding a mask of mine. A mask I wore after you were gone. An invisible cloak, like I talked about last night. Yes, i changed, morphed into a sponge that absorbs and loses the world as and when I want, and not the black whole I was turning into when you left. I am not just alive , I live. I not just breathe, i make the air a part of me and when I let it out, I wish it has taken away my negative thoughts with it. I drink in the words floating around me and get high on the lines that others sell. Its a simple transaction , you sell some , you buy some.

Words that taunt your silence
pauses that fill the lines
pain that sweeps the mind
tears that fill your nights.

This weekend I saw a movie which talked of one last wish if you come alive out of a deadly situation. I did not have to think twice. I new what I would do – I will break that lock and seek you. i will not rest till I have found you. I do not know what i want to say , or what I need to hear. Maybe I just want to see if you have learned how to hug some one well. Maybe you learned a lot more while away from me. whatever be it, I need to see you once again. You took air out of my world, but it still breathes; You took away the spring , i kept it alive with tears; you took yourself out of it, I implanted your memories instead.

.

One more hug,
one more smile,
one infinite kiss
that lasts just a while.

..

you think I will move on , I did. you think I will grow out of the bond , I did. you think I will forget you, I can’t.
you remember me still, i know. you miss listening to me , i know. you will never admit to even yourself, i know that too.

I know this all,
I know bit more,
I know your ways,
mine, you forgot !

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Image Source : tumbler

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This is the 4ooth post on my blog and hence dedicated to the one I have been using as a muse since I started the blog ! Bless you !

Caught by Life

A phantom cloak i wore
of misplaced feelings
and thoughts;
captivated with life,
Opened my eyes about time;
I miss none today
nothing holds that place
that’s for myself to take.

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Prompted @ OSI , Sunday scribblings

 

Books page updated

While i have not neglected reading too much [ at least picked good pace in the last month ], I haven’t done any reviews .. something i wish to do soon. I have even decided to be a part of a book review blog started by a friend.

Check my first review for “Crowded rooms” on the blog ! And let the team know if you want any book reviewed ! we will read and review it for you 

Also the page for Books has been updated !

Check this ! (you will find link to all books I read there ! )

Read on !!

Often he thinks

Often he thinks,
how she would remember him;
the voice that filled her
or the silence she talked,
the images on her laptop
or the blurred ones in heart,
the kiss of first meeting
or the awkward hug of last,
Will he find himself
Dissected on canvas sheets?
as she tries to paint the feelings
her words failed to express,
Will he be branded as the lava
that burnt into her defenses
and left her marked forever
without fear of consequence.
or will he deserve forgiveness
in the name of forgotten past
and be just a name to her
not even the way she called.
And he laughs loudly
at his desperate thoughts
that walked away to be forgotten
and now desire not to be lost.

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This poem was inspired from the lines

“Will he find himself,

Dissected on canvas sheets?”

from a poem by MindlovesMisery .

Darkness

Scribbla again inspired me to write this ! This is a response to his challenge to write a reply to this amazing post of his.

Hi Gilliam,

I was expecting your letter. When I last met you, I had seen the darkness sweeping the boundaries of your village like mist in the night,For I see darkness seperat from night unlike other mortal beings. Surprised ? I guess not. And since you dared to fish the truth this way, let me confirm that I left this child of mine behind in your village. Kerry was not alone. But you will be, I will make sure of that.

Awaiting your next response in action not words !

Yours,

John.

PS : We will meet soon my friend, like I promised you.

 

Image Source

Some thoughts on bombay blasts

He who lost some one
will never forget the pain
while leaders would scream
promises in vain;

Did we not ourself make
a difficult security scene
where rules are discarded
and later lives go to same bin.

Prayers to ones hurt
but caution to the rest
its your own safety damn it
better be aware than dead !

Replies to a random #hindi text

I wrote this line to few friends : “khyaalon me bhi tum na aao to jaane”

[ from song eji rooth kar]

And I got some really sweet replies .. sharing them here -

* tum bulaana chod to jaane

* yaadon se gum ho jaao to maane ..

* yeh faasle kaise na tumne na maine jaane.
ban kar na reh jaaye kahin ab dono anjaane

*khwaabon me bhi ghazal na ban jaaye to maane

*Hum koshish karenge , par kambakht dil ko kaun samjhaaye !

Tempted to throw such lines here and there randomly ..
My friends are too creative I find

I learned from You

To hear silence ,
to read between the lines
to paint images in head,
to make my tears smile.

To create new words
to discover real meaning
to break and make lines
to pamper the feelings.

To smell the dry flowers
to love the rains that fell
to re-discover such joys
to find my lost voice.

To know who I could be
to realize what I am worth
to feel the evolution within
to fear not what others think

To have one last test
to be convinced its for own best
to promise i will pass
to let you go and not fall.

To think of you every day
to imagine what would want
to live like you would like
to be me,your version of mine.

A friend like him

Some people talk so much ,
some always smile,
some make you smile with them,
And that’s how he is described !
He cracks jokes on me
and teases me no end
when he lists all that he eats
and also pics he sends.
He drives me crazy
with his fake funny accent
acts angry when I laugh
until you act to pamper.
his silence is deafening
and honest is his word
blessed is every one
who has him in their world.

–

A stupid attempt to write about a dearest friend !!
A better one will be posted in near future i promise !

kal raat ki baat .. a dedication to an old friend

ankhon me muskaan,
hothon par kuch ilzaam liye
kal raat sapno me,
hum tum ek baar fir mile.
baatein hui kuch nai puraani
kuch udhre dhaage jode gaye
shikayaatein thi jo apne aap se
kal raat vo bhed bhi khole gaye.
beete din yaad nahi aate ab
bas vo log bahut yaad aate hain
jinko chaaha bhi aur kosa bhi
vo haste haste rula jaate hain.
vo shehar ab sunsaan sahi
ab bhi apna sa lagta hai,
aur apna hi kehlayega har dam
uske angan me tu jo basta hai …

Yeh kya baat hui ?

Another hindi poem for a friend who came , became and now leaving the city soon
–

do chaar din ki pehchaan me
ek adhoori si mulakaat hui,
na jaane kab, kaise,
meri tumse baat hui…
chand ghadiyon ki khushiyaan dekar
ab tu mujhse yun door chali
har baat se judkar alag hone,
kaho ye kaisi baat hui ??

O’ bangles of mine

Below is the translation of this hindi poem ! This is a lady talking to her glass bangles [ glass bangles make the loveliest of sound and i so much like them ]. Thanks to Scribbla for asking me to translate !! Am lazy to do that unless asked

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When clouds fill the sky,
you call them to your side,
but when they pour and pass,
you still create hue and cry !
why do you throw such tantrums
being such a dear friend
my secret keeper of dark nights,
your silence hurts so much.
a new color or be a new shape
your sweet voice remains the same,
you steal heart,when you talk
even before my love has asked.
he likes you the same i know
’cause he always brings you home
and when not together,
you make me miss him so much more.

–

Hope it made sense !

 

Avocation (Lines from another poet)

But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever done
For Heaven and the future’s sakes.

(from Two Tramps in Mud Time by Robert Frost)

Choodiyan inspired from pic by @themasakkali

This is a hindi poem inspired by the following image :

 

kyon yun bulaati ho,
har shaam jab baadal ghir aate hain,
kyon yun shor machati ho,
har raat jab baadal baras jaate hain
meri saheli ho tanhai me
kyon fir aise rooth jaati ho
meri hamraaz kaali raaton ki
kyon chup reh kar sataati ho.
rang badlo ya roop lo naya
tum ek khanak se dil churaati ho,
piya kuch na bhi pooche
tum haste haste sab sunaati ho.
unko bhi pyaari ho tum shaayad
har uphaar ke saath aati ho,
aur unke na hone par bhi
reh reh kar unka ehsaas dilati ho ..

 

From my diary.. #aros 1

Met a twitter friend for a quick coffee-chat session [ as described by her] and later wrote this  in my notebook :

Like you,Love you not

nvr been such tym bfr that i lykd so many guys and love none of them .. Dunno wat to make out f ds realization !

 

I wrote this on twitter last night and happen to mention it to a friend too. This came up in discussion of me having a secret list (the names still are) of guys who i think are “almost perfect” for me. In a way that I would want my future partner to be like any of them [ major percent like them at least] . But marrying any of the guy in this list never crossed my mind. Maybe ’cause I was not searching a partner that time or maybe I feared being losing my friendship if I expressed such desire that time [ one of them is still an eligible bachelor ] , but bottom line is that I never had any such thought about these friends.And nor do I have today. Only thing that has changed is that I can probably tell the person concerned how much I like him and appreciate being knowing the person he is. I really am glad you people made it easy for me to decide what I like in a guy and what not. And if any of you think I am a nut case to have such ideas in my head , I want to ask , “did you not know before, I was hopeless!!”

Thank you my friends.

Love each of you.

XOXOXO

A meeting

It wasn’t their first meeting, but first meeting alone.
Later on call, they both admitted they loved meeting so..

She : Finally, I know who to call when I run out of people to have an interesting conversation with
He : So, I am the last on the list for you ?
She : No, you are the only one in the list as of now !
He : but you said, you will call me when you run out of..
She : that does not mean I must have any option before I make you the only option !

And they both laughed…
And they loved it too.