Radioactivity – induced

Somewhere
Deep inside the nucleus
Of a raging fancy of a wishful dream
The fast moving neutrons of my hopeless hope
Triggered by the tickle of your undefined gaze
Collided with the protons of my despair
And then there was
Chaos

Disclaimer: The poem below is not intended as a piece of poetry. Not even intended to be shared, just thoughts.NOT by me, NOT in my words; but for me. The words of a man I love listening to, for he is worth it.


She says she knows
She says she goes
She says she speaks and speaks
She does
But she hides when she shows
She whispers when she speaks
Unsaid and untold
Coy and bold
The sensory delight is Sensory deprived
What has hurt you?
Stop the game
Speak the truth and
Shame the devil
Even if that devil, is us

Stolen drops
Of a magical time
Tastefully plucked
off the edges of
a heavily -scheduled reality

Soaked in love-struck dreaminess
Dripping with fluid eloquence

hang in the timeless folds of trust
Like a wind chime

Awaiting
the resonance of
your honey-dipped laughter

Satiate Me

I hope you'd appear some day
sans your words
to confess
and conceive the brightly colored echoes of
an undying affection

You'd appear some day
sans your pride
to charm
and wrap in your careless sexiness
the unnerving perfection

Appear some day
sans your doubt
to yield
and inseminate the shielded sanity with
a brand new inception

Off my Blackberry messenger

Sheeraz: whats up
Knubbyah: just me
Sheeraz: busy?
Knubbyah: never
Sheeraz: then what
Knubbyah: then that:)
Knubbyah:!
Sheeraz:What?
Sheeraz: you're not making sense
Knubbyah: i don't, usually
Sheeraz: not this much though
Knubbyah: you don't know me, then
Sheeraz: guess I don't
Knubbyah: how unfortunate!

Helping Hands Song

I dream of a little house in the woods
Of a candy- smelling,sweet mother
And a super dad who holds me high

But O its just a dream I dream
For I have none
No dad no mum
The morning sun
Isn't warm enough
The evening stars
Aren't bright enough
I miss the warmth of a loving mom
I miss the glow of my folks at home
All I ask for is a little love and care
And I don't ask for more

I'm no Harry I'm no Eyre
I'm no Cinderella or Oliver
All I ask for is a little love and care
And I don't ask for more

Hold me kiss me hug me O sky
I don't wanna sleep without a lullaby

Knubbyah

Rules of Creativity

While chewing at our creative enzymes last evening, me and Ammar sir were sitting in his newly established, yet to be completely furnished office banging our heads to come up with creative ideas for the office decor. And suddenly it struck me to have the RULES of the office, designed, framed and displayed in BOLD letters for the reception hall. Here are the 10 rules I defined keeping in view the kind of human resource we expect to hire.

Rules of creativity

1. You do not think straight
2. You DO NOT think straight
3. You do not dress up.
4. You do not tidy up your hair up….even if you don’t have any.
5. Facebook, youtube, myspace, orkut, msn, yahoo strictly restricted.without coffee
6. Time is money…. Spend like a billionaire
7. Don’t forget, Saturday HAS a morning
8. You’re not allowed going out to see your friends. Call them over and have party
9. We are not gender biased. Chicks are more than welcome.
10. Bathrooms are for personal use ONLY
11. Joint venture does NOT mean a date with a colleague
12. Know your rights. Avail your paid vacation at office
13. Do not disturb unless it Non professional: We are too busy to work.
14. Always remember: The most important thing in your career is your SALARY