To see my dreams and make them real,
This power he possesses,
My life and love will fuse to one,
By a mere touch to the tresses.
For this power I shall not forget,
I shall not forgive, I shall not regret.

All I willed and allowed me to feel,
Was pity for your aim to steal,
Me from my mind's parachute,
Feel my sting, here and now,
For, my consciousness is absolute.
And any time I do otherwise suggest,
It is but a ruse, a test.

You shall forever try to belong,
But you shall remain sold for a song,
A song I sing, a song I pen,
A song I hold, a song I bin.
Forever I hold you in your trap,
The one that you once helped strap.

Together we began, together to transcend,
The evil depth of this bend,
Together we bleed, together we cry,
For the time to even repent has gone by.
Pathetic is what I called you once,
And then by a sad twist of chance,
I let you in, and caught you in time,
Without even the knowledge of your crime.

A cruel fate I subject you to thus,
A sinner's choice, but choose I must,
For, when the tide recedes,
And sensibility precedes,
Your vengeance shall be mine.

For no fault of your own estate,
You choose to seek and then to elate,
You presumed I like what I seem to like,
You presumed I heard what you seemed to mike,
Oh what a folly it was to presume thus,
For then and there, we drowned in that mist,
And we lit the fire that consumed us.

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Yes, I know I should be studying, but sometimes, nature conspires against me. Why oh why, does every evening bring to me new wonder and awe? I could get get used to this... but then again, I hope I do not. I love my balcony :)

These are a series of photos taken from my balcony (Room 128, IIML) over the duration 14th July to today.

Here by popular demand! If anyone would like a larger resolution, do drop by with a USB drive. Alternatively, if you think I really like you, you could request one by email.


On July 14th 2006:

"View from Isengard"


On July 30th 2006:

"Curtained sky"



On August 07, 2006:

"Vulpine fantasy"



Today, 20 minutes ago:
"After the rain has fallen"

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He walks up to me; all of a fluff,
Takes a bow and then brings this up,
Hey Riddhi, I’ve heard you write,
And mentions his blog and extends an invite,
So did you read my latest effort?
Forgive me but I must have overlooked it,
So there I sit, dimly aware,
Of impending torture, while at me he stares,
As I read, he watches my expressions,
I’m being euphemistic, I meant contortions,
For everyone’s a poet, everyone can write,
All u need is Google and a rhyming website.

He starts off well, he talks of dreams,
And then likens them to milk and cream,
He touches upon beauty, he touches upon grace,
And subsequently his elegance vanishes without trace,
He wrote this piece with a passionate fire,
But his words seem fitted together with barb wire,
Fitted? No, wedged, is the word I’ll choose,
Oh! The metaphors he has managed to use.
This part isn’t even the most atrocious,
He’s managed to include supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
And I would appreciate if his little twists
Did not remind one of resident word lists,
Oh! How cruelly he sows the lines,
If I were you, I would jump off an incline,
A violent death seems more pleasant,
Than to confront your poem's dead end.
And in the end he tries to be risqué,
To grace us with another gaping mistake.

I hope you will learn, and none too soon,
That there is noise and then there is tune,
And when talking about your lady’s charm
Do try not to bring in a graveyard’s calm,
For as composed and collected as she might be
Your misguided efforts will set her free,
Of any faith she might have had,
In your abilities with the pen and pad.
You may be a poet, you may be a writer,
But in pure silence your prospects shall be brighter,
Try you hand at embroidery instead,
For you are a living justification, for things left unsaid.

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The morning breeze softly caressing,
Chirping birds eagerly addressing,
A farewell hushed,time's forever unwilling,
To bear the guilt of a separation so gruelling,
Counting moments by the minute,
I think of you and become a sinner.
Two ways we go, two lives astray,
Coloured with you, and now so gray,
The hope that keeps, our paths intertwine,
Destiny I don't believe in, until to you I am destined.
The ties that fuse, the smile that binds,
The laugh so potent, my resistance lies,
Dreams lighter than a duskian smirk,
Aware of neither magnitude nor worth,
Of the hours of blissful slumber sacrificed,
For this fool's wish for thine muted voice,
In that black light, the sounds they come alive,
The distance melts and collects aside,
The time blurs into a feathery haze,
When you live for the nights,
And wish away the days...

For when I say, a reason is all I wanted,
Speaking I was, about this enchantress enchanted.

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