STONE PELTER

STONE PELTER

Eyes cryin' again, in the rain

disguised, you don't see me again

can I hold on, and all that remain

Do I wanna get over you?

Do I wanna get over you?


Yet I am never at home;

And I am not alone.

I believed, by seeing in your eyes;

believed, that things are right, when I knew, they were wrong.


The brown pale earth, now little damp due to the dew

how I long for the sunny days and its hue

while wearing my navy-blue half-pullover over my shirt



A scent of mist

How do I endure this pain of the falling rain?



Love was the only way, and it remains still

I dream of beautiful days and twinkle in your eyes

When you wrapped yourself to me

Warmth it brought, solace it was; when u were near to me.



I long for your touch and that radiant eyes

The sparkle and its balminess during frosty mornings

Bringing that glow to that bitter chill

Enough heat to get out of slumber after long, cold nights.



But now there is nothing left to dream;

Longing for your touch, your breath, your skin on mine.

I am aloof now, and not at all calm

I have lost my composure

I have detached myself

Your unconcern, this stiffness is chocking me.

Your indifference has left me wrecked.



How can get over them, how can I be out of them?

My mistakes, I know I deserve 'em.


I haven't dried a long time,

let me;

My eyes are cryin' again,

and disguised! you don't see it again.



No prayers can answer me, my guilt wont let me free

living, n not moving at all,

this stubbornness wont lead me at all.

this despair, it doesn't end.

Even when all my brothers have died.


I have seen the valley n the crests n troughs
I have seen the guns, firing inside my belly

And here's my longing for forgiveness.



I am my mother's begotten, cursed son.

She protected me; didn't want me to be her another son.

Didn't want me to see the rifle in my hand

Didn't want me to see fighting

For the land; for a cause that lay betrayed

But what do I do?

Let me die my another death, let me sacrifice;

Let me martyr, let me bleed.


I cant think of love, your love.

I cant think of your tender touch

And the way you used to make love to me

Kisses and admiration and affection and the intimacy.

while stoning, I forget 'em all.

I forgot my father's words, didn't pay to my mother's needs

I died a long time ago;

I died and I thought of you when I did.

You tried to kill my love, the one I just sacrificed.

And yet I know, while bleeding; bleeding.

That I just lay dying, while you remained a frigid winter.

RUDE FOOD: LOOK n SAVOUR THE TASTE!

Chicken wings in paprika sauce with sour cream n mozzarella

French fries with tangy sauce in rosemary

Roti, alu-gobi fry n anda(dim) curry

noodles wrapped in egg with chilly chicken

peanut-Melon Mozzarella salad with cucumber and onion....it was YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. LOVED IT

Florentine Spaghetti garnished with grilled Bacon and Salami

Grilled Salad with Sausages

Omelette, with chunks of bacon And minced meat. Bits of fresh parsley, and black-pepper. With some Gauda and cheddar cheeses. Grilled bread in mayo on the sides

Omelette, with chunks of bacon And minced meat. Bits of fresh parsley, and black-pepper. With some Gauda and cheddar cheeses. Grilled bread in mayo on the sides

Omelette, with chunks of bacon And minced meat. Bits of fresh parsley, and black-pepper. With some Gauda and cheddar cheeses. Grilled bread in mayo on the sides

sunny side up cooked with with cayenne pepper and gorgonzola cheese and rosemary. With grilled bread in mayo on the side

sunny side up cooked with with cayenne pepper and gorgonzola cheese and rosemary. With grilled bread in mayo on the side

sunny side up cooked with with cayenne pepper and gorgonzola cheese and rosemary. With grilled bread in mayo on the side

Naga style Pork curry with steamed rice

Naga style Pork curry with steamed rice

Naga style Pork curry with steamed rice

Naga style Pork curry with steamed rice

Three Cheese Pizza: Cheddar, Mozzarella and Gauda. With Mushroom, golden corn and Chicken. Home made base and totato sauce

Three Cheese Pizza: Cheddar, Mozzarella and Gauda. With Mushroom, golden corn and Chicken. Home made base and totato sauce

Three Cheese Pizza: Cheddar, Mozzarella and Gauda. With Mushroom, golden corn and Chicken. Home made base and totato sauce

Baked veggies and a fresh herb and apple cider vinaigrette to go with it

Baked veggies and a fresh herb and apple cider vinaigrette to go with it

Baked veggies and a fresh herb and apple cider vinaigrette to go with it

Baked veggies and a fresh herb and apple cider vinaigrette to go with it

WHY HAVE I BEEN CALLED PAN SINGH SINCE A CHILD

My Father, a journalist at that time, posted in Gwalior did the unthinkable. He interviewed Pan Singh, not the national record holder athlete - but the dreaded "Daaku Chambal ka".

I have been called 'Pan Singh' fondly soon after - by some of his friends and colleagues some of them who still call me that.

Here are two new-paper cuttings from his reports:

A not so befitting reply

(Wrote this to this pic)

I long for you.

Here, I search for you.

I am looking for you.

I think you will gallop,

Gallop these mountains

and you will break these chains

And you will come,

Come to me.

As I wait for you,

At my door-step, at my horizon.

Believing that you will come,

Come to me.

The sun and the moon and the stars

They all wait,

Alongside me,

Just for your arrival.

As I seek those days,

As my thoughts wander

As I start thinking of those 

summer days.

While there is gloom,

Inside the house, 

while there is gloom 

inside my heart.

While this world beholds.

I only wait for you.

To come soon,

For I am still a youth.

Just come, come to me.

I wait, I wait for you.

The valleys and the serpentine,

meandering springs, along with it all;

we all wait.

But that time never comes. 

But you never come.

what was yesterday, never came today;

It never became today.

you walked away, and I just stood here

But you never came again.

This beauty, this serenity, you never came here

you didn't see, you didn't believe.

And here I am, looking through the horizon,

through the meadows and the fields, 

looking and anticipating in daze.

All that I can say is - how could you?

All I could say is - Fuck you!

All I can say is - I cant believe it.

All I can say is - you had some courage.

you left what was beautiful and serene and nice.

You left all life beckoned you.

But you left.

Yet you left.

yes you did.

May this courage stay with you.

May your destiny finds you.

May my good wishes stay with you,

Even if it means

In vain, I wait for you.

In wait I cry for you.

In love, I still believe in you.

In despair, I still find you.

In deed, I still do.

In all, I become.

With it all, I persevere,

I live.

I do.

Do the best, I can be.

I live,

I do.

In the best way I can 

I do.

In the strength,

I cope.

In Life,

I find.

Moreover

I'd know,

I'd become.

I'd find

What I want.

What makes me,

What beckons me.

घर: सीमट गयी

INSPIRED BY A PHOTO ESSAY BY JAVED IQBAL,

TO SEE HIS PHOTO ESSAY, CLICK HERE:

http://www.galli.in/2011/10/ghar-javed-iqbal.html

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