" ..I have no luck, I dont miss it all that much..!"

Mystery blues hit me hard,
Oh! I found my mirror in shards,
I look into the shards,
I try to unearth the truth,
and wonder If I am any purposeful.

Its yet another drag-a-day,
I wish some one would just sing a "say"
I don't believe the Fortune Teller,
She lies, and says "It may".


They say life is full of surprises,
I say life is unfair.
They say nothing remains same,
I say Life is a sordid game.
But I don't know who to blame..!

I hold all the threads together,
Trying not to let go.
My grip being more stronger,
Sweaty brows and I tug more harder.

My will is good,
but its damn hard to fit in.
Why are people always in waning mood?
The answers for which I need to dig in.

Is life stranger than fiction?
Is it like some kind of suction?
From which I emerge tired and drained,

I hope the heavens send in their rains,
With all answers in them..

Champu's Story

I started up with a jerk. Where was I? Looked like a train. I was sweaty. I sat up. My jean's bottom portion was covered with sand. I looked at my mobile and saw the last dialled number. It was Champi. A gust of pain somewhere within and then memories came rushing in. It was the same depressing feeling I had when I failed first time in school. Whenever you wake up all your pain rushes in. I thanked my friends for dumping me in the train. But I did not want to go. Not now. There was nothing back there. I had to go back. I looked down, the other people turned their eyes away. Probably dismissing me as a unruly drunkard who didn't know when to stop. Slowly edging my way I looked myself in the mirror and lit a cigarrette. My face was flushed. It took a while to gather my self. Almost night now and the pain was not going down. Network I called Champi, she sounded weak. "

"Can I come back"

"no"

I put down the phone and leaned out of the train door. No, the pain wasn't going down.

A station came. Looked like a village. I couldn't take the pain of going away any more. I took my bag and jumped off.

Friday was a beautiful day for me. Champu and Champi met after a long wait. Only one of them waited though. Then they had food and then they went to a disc. They drank and made merry, laughed and smiled. Champu looked at Champi and nothing else mattered.Champi was in mood. She gave'chamat' and then'chumma' in rapid succession. Who remembers the 'chamat' champu thought.Champi went to see, danced around and her smile of God showed light to Champu. They went home.

Next day, Champi came late.Champu sat at bar. Beers came dashing down and some whiskey too. Champi went away when they finally met, before Champu could come to senses. Champu stood there staring at her window, tears welled down his eyes. Champi never came down. Champu's friends took him away as tomorrow he had to go back. He drank all night and wondered how would he catch the train.

The rain song

This is an attempt to a blues song.Partly, because i love blues, and partly because I have been playing some lately.Hope you enjoy.Apologies to Muddy Waters and the likes :D

Bright sunny days ringing in your ear,
Little flowery petals reminding you,
Hey pretty Baby, haven't you rocked the cradle too?
Last night was going out too soon.

Walking out the streets of rust
I realized, hail the powerful one,
He who showers rain upon us, wet wet
looked back at the days of yore,and saw what I missed.

It wasnt the dame from the garden or the next peg of whiskey
It wasn't a fat cheque or a brand new ferrari
It was the blues , always the blues
the blues man! makes me so happy,it makes me shout
because without blues ya, what's so special about being happy?

And the rain splashed on both sides of the sidewalks,
she trotted along quickly, smile on her face
Joy around her , I took the shade, she smiled back.
the blues ,man! makes me so happy,it makes me shout
because without blues ya what's so special about being happy?

her light blue dress , face upright and bold
beauty inside out, compassion playing overtones
brash, beautiful, exhilerating and I am confused again.
Ya baby, love is a painful affair..
the blues ,man! makes me so happy,it makes me shout
because without blues ya what's so special about being happy?


Mixed dedications to few people who made possible moments of joy. :)