???

I stood by the window With good reasons to curse

For life was turning from bad to worse

I wondered how could anyone preserve his morality

When all around is disloyalty..

When people around you are all so corrupt

How could it not be your principle and values disrupt

I looked outside keeping aside my plight

When suddenly i saw a wonderful sight..

Far away on a small flower bed

Grew a little rose,so bright and red

The rose with thorns was completely surrounded

Yet in pleasant fragrance it fully abounded..

Beside there was a pond with weeds of every kind

In grew a lotus of colour rare to find

Surroundings too filthy,smell really awful

Yet the lotus bloomed,radiant and beautiful..In an atmosphere conducive and fine

everything would glitter and shine

But living in hell and doom.Its really creditable to bloom..

Look at lotus,look at rose

Its always the beauty,wherever it grows.

Lost

life shapes, with your own decisions,

and turns its back...on you..

you dont feel like balming yourself

coz u already know..that its only you!

the stages of my life,

have a story to tell...

that after losing it all,

i am about to fall

my ground is heavy on me,

i dont want to lose myself anymore.

but i cant help it slipping off,

guess i cant figure whats in to store

just that hope, uselessly waiting,

that my lost hope is still hoping

all i want now is some by my side..

i am all alone, nomore i can fight

help me out,

i cant shout out loud...

my whispers is all i have...

i guess am lost in the crowd...

Bored

Ok...here's the thing...I am bored!!! Bored of everything and almost everyone.
Yeah I know it happens a lot with me...but this time it's very different. I have been trying to fight this feeling for a lot of days now but it's not helping. I don't feel like talking to anyone, no calls, no text's...deleted my facebook account blah blah.
I don't miss anyone...I don't wanna miss anyone. I don't feel like sweet talking, I don't feel like loving. I don't feel like pampering anyone...I don't feel like getting pampered either.
Maybe I have just got bored of the questions...I am saying maybe!!! But the thing is I don't wanna be answerable to anyone. I hate it when someone tells me what to do. I hate all the gyaan. I hate all the free advice. I hate it when anyone tries to analyze me. I am irritated with all the monotony. I am irritated with non-existent fake feelings. I am pissed at people who don't care yet show you mean the world to them. I am lonely, even with so many friends around I feel alone.
Whatever!!!

Cooking Blues

the irregular chapatis that make u clench your teeth,

to get it into a perfect "gol" is wat i call a FEAT!

the dosa that remains uncooked though the tawa is burnt...

managin the kitchen ain't easy..i just learnt!:(

the alu parontha u stuff alright...

n wen its ready- all chapati u get- alus no wher in sight:O

chinese ummmm..eating out is so much fun you know...

making it at home-----?????haha hoho...

and no matter how much u stir...

the "bhindi" will always stick to the handi...grrrrr...

i keep wondering why...

the water in the dal is forever less..o boy!

kudos to my mum who cheerfully bears my cookin...

while the others are busy sniggering wen i m nt looking...

the value of ma's food is only then known...

when u cook...sit..n gulp down YOUR OWN!!!!!!!!

Me

I’m not a fragile flower

And I don’t easily break

The walls I put around me

For my sanity’s sake

I cloak myself in toughness

And my weakness I disguise

My depth I make seem blacker

So seem shallower my eyes

They mirror not my soul

But the mask I keep inside

The shards my heart rejected

I delicately hide

My wounds I will keep covered

My scars I’ll barely show

And nobody will realize

What’s brewing down below

My steps are carefully taken

My breath are measured, all

I’ll never lose my footing

I’ll never again fall.