Monday, August 3, 2009

friendsday

be it night or day
be it corridors, balcony or a highway
be it work, masti or play
its been you all who have made my day

when i slid off of the rock
or when i slept through a talk
when i was pissed off with my job
and the world was about to label me a blob
guess who were my saving grace

my very own punching pad
that even punches me back
knocking me back conscious
when on the wrong track

from the coffees we devoured
and time me savored
of the times we smiled
and at times wouldn't say a word

i may be pretty ordinary,
same you for this world
its our friendship thats precious to me
so precious never to be sold.
--firebird

Thursday, June 18, 2009

306 SKYLINE SURABHI

when we Bangalored on september four
in search of a place where we could live the lore

We were two group then, me lalu and ranga were one
the tronics guys arun doggy and parageee the other one

Ranga i was told was allergic to smoking and drinking
And if you would tell that to Arun; he would say he is basically joking

So then as fate would have it ; it all started from a mallu newspaper
and we all ended up at Anita house munching banana chips and wafers

In a city where we couldn't find place for two we now had a place for six
while we shifted and watched TV that night others were searching for acco ; were in a fix

where else on earth would jockey be a bank and "sorry" a banned word
balcony for private talks and birthday boys face smeared with curd

Begin the day with aadat and jal
and play cricket with an eight kilo dumbell

the absolute sasta shopping at big bazaar
and the weekend trips to wonderla mekadat and far

my hole , aruns wall and ranga raags
doggies bathroom parags TV ;lalus "The ayurvedic drink" at that was all.

the rebellion for a dining table, unlocking of a locked room
the late night tea at lazza and the wind at the slide in the backyard

for the office stories we shared to dories dal
aur jis din ho cricket match us din to uska haal behaal

between lazy saturdays and long weekends
from pyaaz ki kachoris at BDA to laCAZA the list never ends

the dhoom2 in kamakya
and then the dhoom3 at kamakya

for we had strength and weakness had no sign
but then fate has its design (i don't mean rangas blog it has none)

for nows its 2 in states, 2 in mumbai, 1 in pune & 1 in mindtree
longing to meet you all one day one place 306 SKYLINE SURABHI.

-firebird video

Saturday, June 6, 2009

SMAKS


After another tiring day
I drop into my bed
With the fan at full speed
and a pillow under my head

suddenly I feel something
I never felt before
I open the windows
and lock the door

Its amazing as it gets to me
I feel only one thing TIME
and as what I still considered present moves into past
leaving me struggling to rhyme

It aches ! at place i never knew were mine
My thoughts moving in triangles circles and lines

All i did today is to stare at some photos
and i realized gone are the days when we wandered without any motto

Time tries to console me and says "You will remain in touch"
Ya I say why not, orkut gtalk with some luck

But i know our lives are about to change and move ahead; and we are going our ways;
let me tell you all that you all are special to me ; i shall remember you all always

For smaks I believe is beyond time material and space
Its some where within us ;Isn't it this that bring a smile to our face

--firebird
Reflections :
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As a firebird my belief in immortality is pure. Relations are made and broken.
But then ther are those relations with no name , no reason and no expiry which pass into time as a gentle whisper, a cool breeze ,as a fragrance of a flower never to be forgotten. It explains the very basis of immortality to me
Immortality can never be achieved in material. But only in time.
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Friday, January 30, 2009

The Butterfly

Among the winged creation that grace the sky,
she fell in love of earth.
Leaving sky she choose earth to fly,
and in mother earth's flower and fragrance she flirts.

Buzzing and busy this winger of color,
captures the imagination of all.
And makes me the Firebird wonder,
is sky really beautiful of all.

This winger is a treat to watch,
not to mention a inspiration to me.
She flocks and flies to so many flowers
but takes only the nectar you see


teaching me to take the good from each flight
she is my little teacher "THE BUTTERFLY"

---- Firebird

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Light within

In midst of things that seems to have no beginning nor an end
i look up to the skies for the light to descend

i had been moving forward with my heart as the compass on the trail
and now there were times when its started to fail

It neither attracted or repelled
but i moved ahead on the path that i had last held

All that i realize is the deep dark night
but i have pledged to fight

and thats when i stopped pitying my plight
and didn't look up to the skies for light

the more i learn of darkness, i knew something well
in these walls of pain i wasn't alone to dwell

they were many, like and unlike me
like the drops that form the dark sea

it pained me to see myself a part of the darkness i despise
the pain just grew ,until it burnt me and there was no respite

And as it stands now i have a light of my own,
and the darkness of many
the battles seem to be mine, but victory not yet any
-----Firebird