Impassive Boudoir

Sheets are clean
bed well laid
curtains drawn
self serenades

Voices kept out
door is shut
sparkling floor
smells fabulous

Books are stacked
lights don't peep
no noisy polybags
so why can't I sleep!

Eye candy in a kurta = Edible

I snoozed
'cause I boozed completely
on Wowsie Palouzie!
besides other things.
Let's put our tongue back in our mouths.
Damn it! Where's water when you need some?

Happy Birthday Dikshita!

There are
lights in my room
and I watch them
go on and off;
you catch my smile
like dippers

When I grew up

One can only wait so much

Some memories simply act as a crutch;

When what’s reality for one, is a fable for the other,

When a passionate lover is reduced to a seductor,

What’s one to do with such an insult?

You hold your head high and

act like an adult

That, above the brow

Your scar
and its magnificence
is admired;
not by its story,
but in that aperture
of two seconds
when our eyes meet
and all my fingers crave to do
is simply...
trace it.

It's the script. I swear.

The same words.
Do brackets dictate every night
an excuse to cry?

How are you?

How are you?
my birthday gift of o'six,
we were
but a stack of non-cemented bricks

How are you?
my boomerang wall
the spring mattress
that comforted an old fall

How are you?
my clandestined lover
I should tell you
I failed to keep it undercover

How are you?
my eye candy
you are much cuter
when the count equals 4 brandies

How are you?
my one to follow
will i meet you today or
at most tomorrow?

High

One shot
two shots
three shots
down
my hands wish to do
what my mind won't allow
But if I were to lift my eyes
and find you a breath away
what is right and what is wrong
who am I to say?

I put on my best dress
to smear a few designs on you
The blue-prints are ready
only the execution's left to do
How your senses heighten
and you almost smell my sighs
when you're
one joint
two joints
three joints
high

Keep 'em to yourself

The reasons
they never matter;
Choices do

The least one can do is not call themselves an idea, respect your own self!

an idea
is more than just
an idea,
if its about you.
'cause even if it is
just an idea
and a bad one at that,
atleast you would
want me to think that;
i will continue,
too bad
i think for myself.
so i will
obsess over it
till i get a better 'idea'
to mull over
to call my original
till my "i"s become "I"s again

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My 100th post! Phew, who woulda thought :)

Thanks Meg for inspiring this one and letting me steal a format (though i didn't ask)

I present to you...The Chicken Song

I see dead chicken

I am going to tear and lick and

Chew it down my throat

After you remove the hen’s hairy coat

Yum this curry and all the spices!

Is making me think of the rising prices (sigh)

But I’m going to buy a kilo anyway

It’s swine flu now, infected birds have gone away (hurray!)

I heard you turned a veggie!

Is that why you have become so edgy?

You are not getting your proper intake of proteins

Wait, first let me bite on the flesh and discard the spleen

KFC, McD or the local Chawla’s

Fried, tandoor-ed or deliciously tadka-ed

Who cares if the packet has a red and not a green label?

It’s not a fucking lifestyle, it’s my daily vegetable

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Mindey, you owe me. You owe me BIG. *Thinking whether it would be the right time to shut down her blog*

Blue Butterfly lyrics

A lot of people asked me for the lyrics so here we go. Lyrics credit to my senior Kasturee Kailash. She wrote this short poem accompanying a beautiful painting she made with the same name. This prompted our guitarist, coincidently her boyfriend(!), Prateek Dubey, to compose on it and the result is the gift of a song! We performed it for her on their farewell, sweet innit? :)

According to her, it is loosely inspired by a story she had heard wherein a boy is trying to look for his lost butterfly and while trying to catch it he accidentally kills it.

Blue Butterfly

[Verse 1]

My lost blue butterfly
Cold jaded mist from the morning sky

My lost blue butterfly
Cold jaded mist from the morning sky

Ebony and gold covered
Wings colored blueberry ripe
Canvas on the azure sky
Have been painted

[Chorus]
Million fireflies [X4]
My lost blue butterfly
Won't you try?

[Verse 2]
Half bitten wings a curled up carcass
Blue blood in a bowl of red criss-cross mess

Half bitten wings a curled up carcass
Blue blood in a bowl of red criss-cross mess

I dream of wings folding and unfolding
My hands won't let you go by
Canvas on the azure sky
Have been painted

[Chorus]
My lost blue butterfly

Zinai

Virgil Thomson, an American composer and critic, once said "I've never known a musician who regretted being one. Whatever deceptions life may have in store for you, music itself is not going to let you down"

On that beautiful note, I present to you Zinai, a collection of a few songs composed by a couple of us 'sincere' musicians at MICA. It's all feel-good, mellow music. Like nutritious food for the soul :P

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Danke!

Ode to the last time

Two bodies intertwined in the customary dance

Lying with deceit and a smile on the face

With their own hands they created the feast

The last that they would possibly taste

Drunk on the light-headedness

Drunk with pleasure

Drunk on each other’s sly plan

Alive discovering the hidden treasure

The words that made her melt

The song that turned him cold

It is a funeral that senses the living

And the story that never unfolds

Silence

The love child knows not
He turned her white picket fence
The reddest red

Stuck

When I can't sense
My growing hair will display
The passage of time

Lost

While boys proudly turned into men

He tried to reverse the clock every now and then

His limbs wouldn’t allow him but his mind was on the sly

An idea that would finally complete his incomplete life

Little man ventured into the woods to enjoy the view

He never saw nature take its course before to make such a perfect brew

Surrounded by the sunset and the magical night that followed

He trampled on every grown moss like there’s no tomorrow

He carried no navigational needles to show him the way

Crumbs are dangerous as they lead to a penetrable trail

He knew he had to get back only to be a slave to her innocent smile

So he wanted not to be found, even if just for a little while

The lone adventurer never cared about the consequence of his ways

His path was straightened out, for her it was an unknown maze

She prayed one day he comes face to face with his conscience

She had enough of pretending to enjoy his attempted adolescence

But it was only his luck how agreeably things fell into place

He had always been too proud to make a wild goose chase

So he let the deer entice him deeper inside with her unparalleled grace

While the lioness quietly fed the cubs in her embrace

Except memories of the winter night left scars of his foolish whims

As the new morning softly enveloped the constellations that lead him

Dew-covered, his rested prescription glasses refuse to sanitize

It was the wrong place and time to realize the lucidity of her compromise