The Wait

In search of those expressions, that smile than looks
Not a person who listens to me , who gives me a ear
but some one who reads me like a book

A search that leads me to directions none worth pursuing
I see a hole in the ship of my optimism , thats begun sinking

For there are suggestion , of change
and to be happy in what I find rather than what i seek
But I also know it wouldn't be me then ,
and no meaning left in what i seek

tempted to change I am I must admit, but "what if ??" my optimism roars
" What if I find the reader
all the expressions, that smile , I have desired forever
"
Would she be cheated by my decision to change,
for in my optimism and desire was she born
Amongst all this storm, all I now desire is for dawn
-- firebird

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

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