THINGS UNSAID (excerpt from MAINAK DHAR'S FUNDA OF MIXOLOGY which till date remains as one of my favourites)

the greates pain that can afflict
comes not from gun or knife
but from invisible demons within
gnawing away at you all your life.....

the greates grief you can feel
comes not from illness or death
but from the emptiness within
of things left unsaid.......

ODE TO SHIMLA

SHIMLA envelops me,
in its comforting arms
as i sink deep into this world
of pleasanat nothingness.....


the illusion is shattered
ringing phones,cacophony of nameless voices
and i return to this world
leaving shimla behind......


But it remains in wait,
faithful to the end
As i long to return
into my ENNUI's arms.....

ALLAH megh de....

ALLAH megh de,pani de, chaaya de re tui
ALLAH megh de.......
Ke debe megh,ke debe chaya,ke debe paani??

keu debe na megh,keu debe na chaaya,keu debe na paani.....
tai nijer khabarta dokan theke nijei kine aani........