The Augmented Reality

Chingari

Dream Catcher — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 16:57:57 +0000

Hath chingaari pe rakh de kuch is tarah..

naqaab pehne khwaab aaye kuch zara..

Hath chingaari..hmm hath chingaariii..

rafta rafta jo ho tere aahato ka sabab

dadhke ye dil or kare pashemaan fitarat..

na samjhe ab tak to samjhe ham teri dasta kuch zara

hath chingari pe rakh de kuch is tarah..

ye gila mausam se nahi..shikayat bas hawa ke rukh se hai sanam

badale nahi zameen ke dastak..par naseeb ke kadam..

aaj fursat mili hai qayamat ke baad..

aaj harkat jo hui hai teri jamanat ke baad..

bas ab pila de do boond apni aakho se zara..

hath chingari pe rakh de kuch is tarah..

haa hath chingari pe rakh de kuch is tarah…

Dew

Dream Catcher — Sat, 06 Aug 2011 15:55:17 +0000

Let it slip.. that dew of dawn.. let it roll like a romantic thought..

Just don’t wonder where did it go..wonder where it got lost..

The touch of hand..drenched in tears..

facile shapes in sand..appear and disappear in quenched fear..

Tried to hold it as an impulse of escaping ecstasy..

though all I can see is endless sea..

Would wait for another day..

when night would pass through the wisdom of clay..

A drop of dew and a heart drenched in wine

come tomorrow and you will be mine…

forever

Wont let it slip that dew of dawn..would hold on to that romantic thought

Wonder how perfect we are..forever in the arms is lost..

that

moment

Bleeding Blue!

Dream Catcher — Sat, 02 Apr 2011 20:36:54 +0000

I have never been a fan of cricket! Never been the keeper of numerous stats for I have always lacked faith in the religion of India called cricket. You can call it blasphemy, I was happy to be part of that 10% of pessimistic crowd who always thought cricket is just nothing more than money minting game and every other match has been fixed. It is nothing more than a serious fashion statement where heroes do not earn their respect but are made by varied sources of media and the crowd likewise.

But somehow I got hooked on this world cup. What I saw not a single man earning respect but a team. For every wicket that did fall, there was another man giving the team a shoulder. What I saw was not Sachin in Atlas role but 22 hands keeping India intact.

This world cup had everything of what you would call bollywood potpourri. It had a loss, It had a struggle, It had wishes, It had hope, It had tears, It had that fight, It had that resilience, It had that come back!

I saw every member of the team (barring few of course ) sweat and bleed blue literally rather they did bleed tricolour in true spirit. It was not a game of earning every single run.. running on grass or hitting hard. It was the spirit of every Indian. Where we not only dream but strive.. strive to show we are the best.

For 28 years Indian team struggled to learn one thing, DISCIPLINE and what a way to show the world that they can! 28 years people I saw keeping track of every other shot being played, every other ball that was played.

Overwhelmed I shouted, I clapped, I cussed, I gaped! from league matches to Australia..To Pakistan and finally Sri Lanka. India did beat every other previous world champion to show the mettle they are made of.

When India did win this cup. Indians did go wild. Streets jam packed! Madness running high. Honestly, Could anything else give so much collective joy to diverse set of Indians. From billionaires to laborers on construction sites?

I guess Cricket is bigger than religion here.What I saw today was a billion tears, a billion hope and a God! Sachin! I can never put in words the contentment I felt after seeing the man who has given this sport 21 years of his life without any question, lifting the cup. It was befitting when Virat Kohali said, “‎”Sachin Tendulkar has carried Indian cricket on his shoulders for 21 years. So it was fitting that we carried him on our shoulders after this win.”

Today was the day I saw what it meant to create history! Today I felt that numbness! Today I guess I have turned into a theist from atheist. Proud to be Indian! Jai Ho!

Tippy Tappy dance

Dream Catcher — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 21:26:18 +0000

When Clouds circles over your sunny sky..just roll over a bit n do a tippy tappy dance dance..

When the blues kisses the light of your whites..just slip a bit..n do a tippy tappy dance dance..

and soon you would see everything disappearing..like snowflakes dissipating in the motionnn..all you need is a tippy tappy dance chance

There are times when you would say, “Hey it is not the way.. neither I wanted nor I would suggest this day”

The percussion of time doesn’t bring any joy and you couln’t see through the dark curtains, that singular ray

you need to defintely topple it over.. just shake it a bit ..as soon..

soon you would see everything disappearing..like snowflakes dissipating in the motionnn..all you need is a tippy tappy dance chance

When Clouds circles over your sunny sky..just roll over a bit n do a tippy tappy dance dance..

When the blues kisses the light of your whites..just slip a bit..n do a tippy tappy dance dance..

and soon you would see everything disappearing..like snowflakes dissipating in the motionnn..all you need is a tippy tappy dance chance

Sometimes…

Dream Catcher — Mon, 24 Jan 2011 21:32:37 +0000

Sometimes

it’s not enough

sometimes

Is it Enough!

It can be either

that’s the horror of sometimes…

Sometimes

I wish it to be

Sometimes

wish it is

It can be either

that’s the weirdness of sometimes…

Sometimes

I wish you were like

Sometimes

Like I wish you were

It can be either

That’s the distance in sometimes…

Sometimes

Are you doubtful?

Sometimes

you really want to be together

It can be either

That’s the beauty of sometimes…