sweet nothings

i know u long enough to remember your surname..and yet i find myself saying why didnt we meet earlier...i dont think too much about you..but just enough to wonder if you liked that movie as much as i did.. i fondly recollect you searching for me..walking with hurried steps to catch up with me..that innocent glee on your face...
may be we will part our ways as usual..may be we will hold on a little longer..
whatever..the pleasure is mine....

Its all about the country side..

Of long rides and big noisy gangs of boys...
of the watery destinations and lies told to mum,
between saving money and spending times our choice
risk to life and limb some say , oh come get some!

its not about the source or the destination,
its not about the "Daring youth of the nation"
Its not about the thunder of your bike, don't be so gung-ho,
Its all about the journey by the countryside bro...

its only the journey...its about where all you go!!!

Purple HAZE

Standing on top of school buses on rainy july afternoons....waiting for all the teachers to pass thorough.....bullying younger kids to shut their mouths....begging the bus driver to wait for a few more minutes....all this just to pluck delicious, mouth watering, purple coloured jamoons off trees.....your pallet is confounded with a multitude of tastes....sour...sweet..bitter...and above all....a sensation in your mouth that you can't name.....and of course...the wonderful purple colour of you tounge.....
The tastes on my pallet are the same even now, when i buy jamoons off the roads.But even a unripe jammon tasted much more delicious when i used to pluck them off trees....