ReganSinghOriginal: July 2014

Saturday, July 26, 2014

The stubborn Fool

Sometimes,
holding on is,
a thousand times more painful
then letting go.
But still,
this coward heart
holds on
Misinterpreting every smile,
every nod
and shaping it into pretty
balloon animals
which burst with
every pinprick of reality.

What could be more wrong,
than this unfounded fear?
Which i know is not for real
and still can't
shake it away.
Put it to rest
u silly over thinking brain!
the rest of my existence screams
only to fall into deaf ears.
For nothing penetrates
The stubborn fool
that is my heart!

#ReganSinghOriginal 4th July 2014

Tipping the scales

What is less for me
is more for you!
what is plenty for me
for you, its a few!

I care too much
to get hurt
I care too little
to lose you

where do I find this
elusive balance?
for we are measuring it
in two totally different scales!

#ReganSinghOriginal 17th June 2014

sunrise and You

I can't decide,
What is more beautiful.
This early summer morning
Or you?

Both glorious,
radiant!
Reflecting its own beauty.
And making the world beautiful
In return.

#ReganSinghOriginal 3rd June 2014

No Reason

Hey, Call me.
For no reason at all
Talk to me about things,
whether big or small.

Send me a text
even when you have nothing to say.
to know you are thinking about me,
It makes my day

For what better place to be
than your thought
God, He knows,
I don't ask for a lot

A sticker, a wink,
A smiley or a poke
You can pour your heart out,
with a few keystroke

A minute of your time,
If possible, maybe two?
Don't blame me for this,
all i wanna do is talk to you.

#ReganSinghOriginal 27th July 2014

the barber shop

Up close all I can see is his "jarda" stained T-shirt as he goes about with great gusto on which hair style will suit me the most.Snip snip, his scissors go as heap of hair fall on the dirty white apron.

"Babu junga suhayena ", He remarks.

And I vigorously shake my head. It stays. For a moment I seriously think he is going to shave it off. With or without my permission. "Dai keta manche ko junga bhai halcha ni".I attempt a retort.

"Huna ta ho babu...lekin aapko kateko nai suit garcha."

I don't know what I find more amusing. His self appointed role as my stylist or his habit of speaking a couple of languages in the same sentence. As he twists and turns my head as per his desire, he flips open his Razor to shave my beard. And despite myself, I can't stop thinking ..one wrong push....one wrong push. Damn I shouldn't have watched Sweeney Todd before coming here.

"Dai, Ali kapal mileko chaina."

"Babu, Kapal ekdum first class handsome cha." He confirms with full confidence. "Aba massage karenge".

And he starts twisting my arm in ways that makes me wonder if my big pot bellied barber was a wrestler somewhere back in time.

Once decided he is done.(Thank God) he looks at me as if an artist would look at his painting, gives a nod of approval and sprays me with the most pungent aftershave ever."Babu lai hamesha top class saman use garchu ma"

Me, I am just praying that I see no one I know on my way back home.

#ReganSinghOriginal #Shortstory #Fiction 27th July 2014

Its a sad sad situation

I would kiss you on your forehead,
And if possible,
On your pretty lips,
I would explore your lovely body
with my fingertips.

But that would be wrong
I would,
be crossing a line
For despite all my wishes
You are not mine

#ReganSinghOriginal 25th May 2014

Always

I won't ask u to be mine,
For you, fiercely independent
I can't posses you,
But I will however
If u know what i mean
Ask u to be with me
Through thick or thin,
Always,
Sleep and wake up in each other arms
Share a meal together
Where your hopes and dreams
Are mine to fulfill too.
The moment when your halo
Illuminates every corner of my soul,
my angel
That is what I dream for you and me.

#ReganSinghOriginal 20th May 2014

My Idea of a Perfect Night

Someday,
I see us gazing
at the night sky,
from our open courtyard,
where the rain, adds chill to the air

Where,
You and I are
cuddled up beside the fire,
unsure, which burns fiercer?
the flames, or our passion!

Where,
You and I are
lost in each other
speaking, unspoken silent words,
others cant decipher!

Where,
our heart beat,
keeps a rhythm like a metronome,
keeping time,
with the music the nature plays.

The crackle of the fire,
the howl of the wind,
the melody of the rain.
and me, lost in the tangles of your curly hair!
that, my dear, is my idea of a perfect night!!

#ReganSinghOriginal 13th May 2014

Wishlist

To smile through my sorrow
and laugh through my pain
to be a little humble
to be a little vain

To sing songs loudly
not necessarily in tune
no complains about cold December
or the hot and humid June

To go places unplanned
to do things on whims
to die with more memories
than with these empty dreams.

To live my life fully
and not just exist
to have crossed most of things
from my bucket list

To love,unabashed
without the fear of suffering
this is my wishlist
to take all life's offering

#ReganSinghOriginal

21st April 2014

How a relationship is like a tattoo

This is me just ranting. you have been warned :)

well, we all draw parallels in our life. But how is a tattoo like a relationship you say?

First thing, like all tattoo relationship require commitments. If we make haste in getting inked, we may regret it later. Now that is very true about a relationships as well, isnt it? How many times have we been in one just out of our fear of loneliness and wished a thousand times we hadn't.

I think, your tattoo should be for yourself. Sure, a great design helps but it should mean something to you. I think a relationship should be a meaningful, fulfilling one too. Beauty helps, but it also fades;but a person who means something to you, with whom you can be trapped in a room forever and not be bored, now that is something else.

When you first get inked, it looks AWESOME. Fresh ink on your skin literally glows. Then the bad part starts. It starts flaking, peeling, itching like CRAZY, to make it short, you wonder why you even got it in the first place. I see people around me smitten like crazy in the beginning, only to lose interest eventually. A relationship needs constant work and commitment and care, just like your new tattoo. I think a lot of great relationships die a premature death due to

i) our hesitation to start one or

ii) due to us taking it for granted/not taking good care of it.

And finally, don't get it just because everyone has one. You know what I mean! :)

Damn, I should Blog :P

#ReganSinghOringinal 5th May 2014

Thundershowers

The peal of thunder
as they rattle the night sky
the cacophony of the hailstorm
as they pound on my tin roof
drown out all the voices
even the ones in my head
for a moment

The bolts of lightning
that lights up the night sky
the torrent of rain
that washes the ground clean
fills the air with fragrance
of the just scorched earth
overwhelming me

nature shows me both,
its fury
and its unabashed beauty
its strength and subtlety
fascinating and scaring me
at the same time

I can't tell,
the sky from the earth
they both sparkle
both washed clean.

#ReganSinghOriginal 7th April 2014

The walls we build, the doors we close.

What wouldn't I do to light
your face with a smile
but you lock me out,
no place in your heart, even for a while

For you hold your cards
too close to your chest
Not letting anything cause a
chink in your armor

I see you clamp it down,
hold the locks too tight
I try to pry it open
you put up a good fight

I am left knocking at your door
you see my smile,
I show the world.
but not the rain that drowns me

#ReganSinghOriginal
1st April 2014

Insomnia

My thoughts,
they keep me good company
but tonight,
all they do is keep me awake

relentless they are,
my tired body done appealing
my eyes wide open,
they stare at the ceiling

today, these thoughts,
they scream at the top of their voice
they condemn me for my mistakes,
they say I made the wrong choice

They talk about wasted times
and the chances I missed
about the things I will never get
no matter how much I wished

and there is nothing,
I can do to make them quiet
another long lonely sleepless night,
It just doesn't seem right

#ReganSinghOriginal 15th March 2014

Early morning blues

I kept pushing you away
and now you are gone
I kept pushing you away
I now I am all alone

I am surrounded by these
naked flesh, that doesn't please me
for it loves me not.
It doesn't care what I am
But what I got

And I would give it all away
Just to live those days again.
But I am trying to grasp thin air
grabbing and clawing in vain

For I know I am falling
It did feel like flying for a bit.
For falling I am
And I don't know what I'll hit.

#ReganSinghOriginal 2nd March 2014

Who stops us from Dreaming?

Travel few places,
live life a little gentle,
let my hair down
and be a little mental

work hard,
save some money for older days
have a fit, healthy body,
and hope all my teeth stays

have a wife,
who loves me enough to soap my back,
and stubborn enough,
to bring me back on track

a little house on the hills,
overlooking the mountain,
where my kids can play
their laughter gurgles, like a spring fountain

Where our family of four,
maybe a few more
live life a little gentle,
let our hair down
and be a little mental.

#ReganSinghOriginal 15th Feb 2014

The State of a Free Mind

Yes I am Happy and will always be.
The only person my happiness depends on is me.
Sure you are important too.
But I am my own Ecstasy

I am my own best company,
enough, not to be bored when alone.
I love being with you,
but I am not sad you are gone

for your company adds
to the smile i spread.
Its not you that keeps me happy.
Dont let it go to your head.

You. You are the sunshine
that makes my life less mundane.
Pleasure walks along with trouble,
But I have no complain.

For not only your smile,
But your tears too.
I will embrace them all,
what about you?

#ReganSinghOriginal 28th Feb 2014

What Next?

who knows,

what next is

for there is no future,

it is just another present

that passes us by

our actions,

for what is worth,

is at the best,

an effort, done,

to justify

the end results,

is it our tribunal,

or the outcome

of our trial

the answer to our why?

for it seems ,we close our eyes

and work blindly,

for our hopes and dream

they all need

something to hold on to.

#ReganSinghOriginal 5th Feb 2014

Flame

There were such times

When every crush was serious,

Every heart break ,a crime,

But now,

as days passes,

It is one more lesson learnt.

Sure, the pain lingers,
And you feel burnt,
But it doesn't make me scared,
From the flame,
that is your love

I move towards it, like a moth,
Unsure,
If it will keep me warm,
or burn me to a crisp!

#ReganSinghOriginal

18th Jan 2014

THE SKY IS ON FIRE

The sky is on fire,

and so is my soul

but it is not a fire that burns

but a fire that churns

my inside

the cool air that stings my cheeks

makes me feel alive

as I sit back and watch as the sun rises

i am thankful for all I know

and for all the surprises

For in the sadness of magnitudes

or in the joy of little things,

I pray for a smile on my lips

and for a heart that sings

#ReganSinghOriginal

27th Dec 2013

GoodBye :)

You little butterfly

Today I set you free

Spread your tiny wings

and find yourself a new tree

For somethings in life

You just need to let go

So they seek new thrills

New gardens to sow

For what are we

If we don't chase our desires

We need to add fuel,

light those dormant fires

and hope,

they keep you warm all night,

for a new day begins

with the morning light.

I close the chapter

and open a new page

the answer to this question

is not blind rage

but acceptance,

No complains and no whine

life goes on,

tomorrow I'll be fine.

#ReganSinghOringinal. 6th Dec 2013

Freedom

freedom

all of us(I believe) are looking for freedom.
freedom from everyday routine life.
freedom

then why is it that we tie ourselves to everything..

always smile for the camera even if u r sad.

go to a party and dance in an acceptable way.

clap politely during play.

shake hands and smile at people u cant even stand.

say nice things even when u mean just the opposite.

dress just as u r supposed to.

fit in the society.

don't show affection in public...

well the list will keep on growing but the main point is why is it so hard to be urself?

i do what i have been taught to do and i will teach the same thing to the next gen and so on we'll create zombies. talking laughing zombies who will always chase freedom without knowing it is their personal choice that makes them free.

A joke for none

I am a jokerman
laugh at my expense
roll on the floor
while i make a fool of me
That's what I do best

What do I speak
you must wonder
gibberish, meaningless
Like a ship without a rudder
I am a comedy of errors.

self loathing you say?
Understand this,
what I speak is no lie
sometimes, I know
too hard I try

But my heart,
it means no harm
I would show it
to you
If I could.

#ReganSinghOriginal 3rd Dec 2013

Dreams

I am waiting
waiting when u and me
become a we

when our tears spill
and our laughter peal
together

when every day
i pinch myself
to assure it is not a dream

that i sleep
and wake up
with you by my side

everyday!

#ReganSinghOriginal 14th Oct 2013

Dead but Alive

Let it die
she said and he did,
in the deepest corner,
of his heart he buried
what was once their love
with his bare hands
he put it to rest

but once in a while,
it rears is ugly head
like the ghost
the undead
it rises from that corner
its rotting dead flesh
for everyone to see

what is wrong
they say
for there is still the smile
that plays on the lips
but doesn't light the eyes.

#ReganSinghOriginal 15th Aug 13

Masquerade

if you see beyond
the obvious
If you see beyond
my flaws

these teeth, pointed
and claws
you will see
that I am human too

my crooked body
is in no ways
different than
your blemished heart

my bespectacled eyes
see no more clearly
than you,
with your head in the clouds

my mask
is just as real as yours
we just wear
different ones.

#ReganSinghOriginal 18th Sept 2013

The Butterflies are long Dead

the butterflies are long dead

the butterflies are long dead
all they left behind
are those vague memories

those memories about the color
the spring that peeks
through the desloate winter

of those sunshine
that forces it way
through the canopy of clouds

of all those smiles
it brought then,
which now will never cross your lips

in this eternal coldness,
this monsoon
does not seem out of place!

#ReganSinghOriginal

Notifications

I check my notifications

once in a while

to see if u wrote something

that would bring a smile

to this desolate landscape,
that is my face
where this borrowed smile,
would look so out of place

As i refresh the page
with each click of the mouse
This silence is deafening
that fills this lonely house

where your steps
once echoed these hall
now I have nothing to hold
to break this fall

as the gravity pulls me
the depth that i now sink
remember, in this misery
it is only u that i think

and now as we drift
far apart as you see
what was once a we
is now just you and me

#ReganSinghOriginal June 11 2013

Good bye

who holds your hands

and guide you through the pain?

who lifts you up,

when you fall down, again?

whose are those shoulders

that you lean and cry?

whose are those hands

that wipe your tears dry?

who says the words

that, now, makes you smile?

for they are not mine

i will be gone in a while!

#ReganSinghOriginal May 2013

Random Thoughts

how to keep other's happy
when yourself, you seek the smile?

how to love another soul?
when chaos fills yours?

How do you spread smile?
when only thing that comes out of you is tear?

how to preach courage?
when every moment you live is in fear?

should I be fake and smile and hide?
while this thing eats me from inside?

Or should I just give up.
and let my heart guide me?

The Irony of Love

The Irony of Love

I am Sleepless
I am breathless
You are right here before me
But you are faceless
Who,or what are you?
Are you the love I was looking for?
Or the pain, that was searching for me?
Should I run and Hide,
Or embrace you,
And fall in the crevice, like many have?
Will you give me life, or take it?
Give me love, or fake it?
Why are you with me?
When you could be anywhere on this earth.
Did I volunteer?
Or you chose me for this mirth.
What are you? Pain? Love?
Did Satan send you?
Or are you from Heavens abode?
Do you bring roses with you?
Or is that the wreath?
That you will put over me
As I take my last breath?

#ReganSinghOriginal Aug 2007

Far Away

Far away

August 11, 2007

My companion burns
Just like me
Slowly, emits smoke
This vile drink
Is to offer me solace
i guess
It's not a good comany i keep
But i think it is better than being alone
Far away
In this alien place
Everywhere i look
an unknown face
In this blazing city
With its million people
No one to call my own
My home.
Four walls and a bed
No shoulders to rest my weary head
In the dead of the night
All i wait is for the morning

#ReganSinghOriginal Aug 2007