Who needs drugs?

I dreamt of a world, so beautiful, so serene,

waiting for me with arms wide open,

sweet voices and sweeter echoes calling.

Heavenly smiles on strange faces,

love-filled thoughts in every heart.

Rivers of laughter curving and flowing,

fields of whispers, talking of love.

A dream was broken.

I dreamt of home then, so beautiful, so serene.

Those hands that i held, still waiting,

Known voices, known echoes,

rememebring the love-filled moments.

Another dream breaks.

Spite and strangeness on known faces.

Unknown thoughts in beloved hearts,

dry rivers and trampled flowers,

welcome me home.

I don’t belong to this world or another,

but to the world of dreams, 

dreams that break and blossom, yet again. 

Its been an year now since i moved to the much hyped capital of the nation! I clearly remember when i just moved in I hated this place, and i said um adapting, um picking up! Guess wat i did! Not that I have fallen in love with this city, but I have learnt to be kicked around by everyone! I love the city minus the people that is, its beautiful, green and brimming of india’s rich culture and history!

ENOUGH!

Wannabe hippie as i am, I’m relocating to mumbai now! Yeah baby um bidding farewell to the biggest eating joint of the planet! Though i’ll miss some people i met here and a blast with them! I still have the stern ol’ opinion about the average delhi dude, and chick and the big delhi ass! What the hell! No remorse, no regrets!I’m off to mumbai in a couple of weeks!

BTW if u visit delhi, dun go to GK or south ext. go to CP or pahadgunj instead, visit old delhi its totally awesome, dun drink chai (its blasphemy to even call it chai), no matter travel in a METRO its so worth it! And yes, get the fuck outta there, the first chance you get! 

I still remember that moonless night,

When I held you for the first time.

The moments flew away, like homeward birds.

Just you and me, that dim lit room

And the silent children of smoke.

I knew that night, I wouldn’t die for you,

We spent lonely moments in crowded rooms,

Love filled hours hidden in war bunkers.

Nothing else mattered, no-one else existed.

It was our world.

Of lost dreams and insane meaningless words.

What happened to that time?

Why don’t we talk anymore?

Why do we sit on the bed all night

And stare at the blank wall?

When did it all get lost?

The purpose ,the words and that beautiful world.

When did the worms devour our playful children?