Our Song

If I could write a song that defined us

I’d begin with a loud clap

I’ll string in some drum beats

And some loud shrieks and claps.

I’ll pour in some vanilla

And make a nutella mess

I’ll bring a dialogue into the emptiness

And spit out all I have to confess.

I’ll slam down the bass a bit

I’ll tune the guitar

Will cover the endless night sky

Blaring meteors with no stars.

There will be head banging dance

There will be free hugs

We’ll jump on rollercoaster’s

And catch little light bugs.

The song will have a chorus

Where we’ll do the Irish hop

We’ll cross our legs and link our arms

And dance till our legs drop.

There’ll be no mushy unicorns or stupid chocolate dreams

But parkour stadiums and trampoline gyms

There’ll be no glitters and sparking rainbows

But oreos with less of the biscuit and more of the cream.

We’ll measure our lyrics when we write

And not shout out whatever comes to our minds

Our song with define our life

With perfect silences hard to find.

The song will reach its climax

With an end that’ll linger on

Our song, your song, will keep playing

Slow and silent, from dusk till dawn.

 -Sam B

Fantabulous February 2013 - Day 2!

Hello there,

Fantabulous February is back. Rush over to Kanika's blog if you don't know what I mean.

Today's inspiration:

My post:

Despondent I stare at the waters so still

Filling it with a part of my own vignettes

The water stays calm keeping me still

Yet my waves of turmoil cease to kill.

My heads spins in weird circles

I stumble with every step I take 

The calmness arises in tufts of ups and downs

The chill in the air keeps me unfulfilled
The water wavers on, the rush instilled.

Enjoy the Sunday,
Sam B.

Lost Postcard

 I will be standing somewhere you don’t know

I will be looking out from behind the door

You might not see me, you might not care

But you will know, you never have to stare.

As hard I try to break free of you

As hard I pine to finish what we have

But then the music plays and you lay your arm

And I gently slide back into your wicked charm.

Through all this time I’ll talk to myself

Whisper words of encouragement, of not letting this go on

You my boy will sit in your princely attire

While I dread the word, and times bygone.

There will be empty glasses and left over food

And sleepless nights just to fool around

There will be reruns of the same crappy TV show

And poetry that flows without the usual bound.

I wish I was the kind that doesn’t give a shit
But I’m a far cry from those lucky ones I swear
I’ll still care for you even if I don’t want to
I’ll still stoop back to your secluded lair.

I hate you and your adoring face

I hate the fact that I am so weak in my skin

I hate how you make me feel unarmed and chained

I hate how you never let me win.

Still I’ll stand somewhere from a distance

I’ll try to utter words I’ve practiced so hard

You may bet I’ll fail for the umpteenth time

And will be hanging round like a lost postcard.

Picture Taker: Antara :) 

HAPPY DIWALI guys.  

Riaaaaa, Big hug for the Harry Potter pictcha \m/

Hope you guys had a blast.

Love

SAM B.

Dance

I’ll dance like no one’s watching

I’ll jump off with not an ounce of fear
I’ll run like the wind is after me
I’ll sing like there’s millions waiting to hear.

The moment the lights are on

The blood red curtains draw away for me
The curious stares make me wobbly beneath
I leap in the air, let myself go free.

The music engulfs my every sense
I flutter away through its sublime line
Starting slow I sway through the tune

My body is light, the stage is mine.

I command every sight in front
They are enticed by my Pirouette’s spot on
The music takes its beats a step ahead
One more leap, I’m off the ground.

I fall hard, I hear a crack
The audience is on their feet
The music stops, a sudden shriek
A child’s cry cuts me off my beat.

Perturbed, I run for the beat
I cling on to it in beautiful grace
I hate the child with the golden locks
The tune, the song is back in place.

The stage is red, circles of red
The song is playing in my head
One more jump, I land perfect

I am euphoric of my pirouette.

I don’t remember the curtains close
I don’t remember the end
Did I amaze the crown with my grand jete?
I hope this time my legs weren’t bent.

I hope daddy held me in my arms
Whispering how proud a father he was
I hope he would still buy me those new ballerinas

Like he promised to me, I hope he does.

It’s strange how all I remember now
Is the music going away, too far away
Where did I go wrong, what did I miss
My mind won’t tell me, I hit rewind and play.

I wonder all this while I lay on bed
With a lost leg, and a dead heart
I had danced till my last fall down
I had danced from the very start.
I had danced when the lights were on
When shutterbugs kept making it hard

I had danced till all I saw seemed dark
I had loved every move, every nick, and every spark.

-----This has been lying ignored in my drafts for a long time now, high time I publish it here.
I've always loved dancing, hope you can connect to it even if you are a non-dancer. But who doesn't love to secretly dance when no one's watching? I bet you do.

Keep shaking it senoras ;)
SAM B.

UPDATE!

Holla,


The exams are over! Good times ahead now before class 12 descends. How frickin crazy is it that we are the senior most class in school? I feel laid back and happy all of a sudden, reading books, going out to eat, playing soccer, NOT fretting over stupid exams!
Have been reading the Mediator series, Meg Cabot. It's about this girl who can see the dead talk to them and help them clear their conscience and free them from hanging around after death. What I think is, the book is a lot better than the princess diaries which are so damn SAME. Mia ranting on about life and how hard it is o be a princess now. BITE ME! :/ Anyway so Mediator is way sensible than that, but still I would refer to the book as 'time pass'. It's a light read and you can finish off in a few hours. So, read it if you have nothing else to do. And holy moly, there's this dead person who is supposedly hot and has a six pack, still have no clue how that works. :P
Other than that, I've realized this thing that screws me up big time. And that is PLANNING on what to do. If I come up with a plan to finish off whatever it is I want to, in 5 mins I'm slacking off. It's so screwed up. I've made up a plan so not to PLAN things out and do things spontaneously hoping I'll get more work done that way. And what is with all my creative juices overflowing my tank during the exams and NOW all of a sudden I'm completely drained of anything creative. It's not even fair. I tell you, the exams have this hidden good side to them. I wrote for fanta feb, drew sketches for the first time, danced a lot more than usual.
And now all I'm doing is reading books, sleeping and mending by cut leg. Worthless. My butt does not move and make me start writing something and hence this pointless post. Anyway I wrote this thing after listening to Katy Perry, took the first line; has the same tune. 

Summer love

Summer after high school when we first met

Over chit chat and flip flops we were all set

Mornings began with goofing round the beach.

Used to take piggy back rides, play in the blues

Talk about our futures, like we have a clue

Never knew that one day you’d be a stranger too.

Sneaking to your terrace, catching fireflies

Laughing through the night, till the lights would die

Would pinch myself hard to know if this was true?

Cos, in that night of ours

You were the light in that dark place

Over cans of coke and promises

Our friendship was there to stay

Cos in that night of ours

You were captured in my jar

Crawl out or peep through

You would not go any far

You were my summer love from May..

Your wonky blue truck, the Panera breads

The feather you used to braid down my head

Drawing footprints and building castles in the sand

Fighting and squabbling over TV shows

Messing around at the rowdy circus below

Never thought that one day I’d be losing you.

Cos you were my army fool

That summer that we met

Over fireworks and magic shows

Not once did I regret

Cos you were my army bloke

You went off to save our land

We had to break up over silent stares

As my legs gave away in the sands

Boy, You were my love from May..

I feel the beach is my calling. :D

Have a great day,

SAM B

Fantabulous February - Day Twenty Six!

Namaste Doston! 

SO, other than the fact I missed writing on that amzing bulb crashing to the floor...with 1 hour to go; I'm back in the FANTABULOUS FEBRUARY with day 26! *drum roll* 

Today's inspiration:

Sunshine

Every time I close my eyes

I only see your face

Through sea green doors

And drunken stupors

You’re the sunflower that I chase.

I yearn for lost moments, midnight trysts

To wake up to a painless morn

Through imperfections of my wooden wall

Your smile is always the dawn.

Behind closed doors,

Your sunshine grows

Heartache and regret remain

Knowing that to tear down this wall

Would only end in senseless pain.

I yearn for starry nights, random bickering

Hate to wake up to a painless morn

Through creaks and cracks of my wooden wall

Your smile, my love is always; always the dawn.

Okay it's the same old romantic stuff...and you'll go "God that same old shit. B.O.R.I.N.G!". But for the utterly romantic ( read: Anuja darling :P (Now have I crossed it? :P ) it never gets old. Anyway, it's a simple little poem with a lot of heart, the cliched way of saying it! Hope you feel the love, 
and about that do check out 
Kanika's post here :http://stone-paper-scissor.blogspot.in/2012/02/fantabulous-february-day-twenty-six.html
And Anuja's here: http://thetimesofmylifelovendhim.blogspot.in/2012/02/fantabulous-february-day-26.html


And DOES THE PICTURE BRING THIS TO YOUR MIND FIRST THING? cos mine so did! 

(just saying its the best)

To my sunshines out there,

SAM B 

Fantabulous February - Day Twenty Three!

Hello guys :)

Day 23! Another Fantabulous February ( How catchy is that! ) on your way!

Today's inspiration:

The Parallel Universe

The rocky roads go east and west

Moving west, the conifers sway in the breeze

As I drive east towards the water front

Did I catch a little rustle in the leaves? 

I catch you walking west, looking through the lens

Aiming at a bird, hoping it sits still

With the silkiest hair I'd ever seen

You glide nonchalantly, down this bushy hill.

The rows of Cedar lining the meandering paths

Keep us infinitely separated, in parallel worlds

Diagonally parked in the liquid sky

A glimpse, a smile to behold.

Don't you think the picture is so inspiring? And you must go over and read Anuja's post over here :)

http://thetimesofmylifelovendhim.blogspot.in/2012/02/fantabulous-february-day-22-p.html

And Kanika's :http://stone-paper-scissor.blogspot.in/2012/02/fantabulous-february-day-twenty-three.html 

(who is the very founder of this amazinggg initiative ( I will say that every time I post! Period.)

Get inspired today, 

And hopefully see you tomorrow.

Sam B

Memories

I erased my slate of dust

Of stories of our past

The smog filled the air around 

I waved my hand through it fast

Sunday nights at the park

The wind blowing through our hair

Watching the moon shine above

We used to walk without a care.

The countless pictures you took of me

The messages I re-read and saved

The yellow polka dot you loved me in

Your smelly jacket that I craved.

The times we bunked literature classes

And ran away to the beach

We drew our names side by side

On the wet sand with our feet.

These dusty memories screamed of you

Your skin, your words, your smell

But now i have a new chalk in hand

To doodle new stories to tell.

TO A ROCKING 2012

-SAM B 

Nothing less than family.
Tonkaburo ar moushumi mashi, 2012 :)

Christmas Lights.

Christmas lights

Shining bright

The stars talk of you.

I send you 

a kiss from here

With carols that I coo.

Are you too; staring out

Are the stars talking to you?

Did you get my gift from here?

Is it a white Christmas there too?

All around me people dance

Happy couples dance to air

My hands are tight

I feel your hands

Wintry, cold 

and frosty bare.

You’re my navy boy

Our pride; my joy

But you’re so far away..

Christmas feels so damn bleak

And drab; 

to my dismay.

2 months left

For you to come

It’ll be a new year by then.

Jake will be 

6 years old,

Marissa will be of ten.

They miss you so

I tell them stories

Of you coming today

But they know better

And tell me to

Stay calm and to pray.

Come back Kris

It’s been days too long

For you to stay away

We’ll wish Santa brought you home today

Without any delay.

The Christmas lights were clearly bright

But now they seem so low.

As the flakes pour over our crimson hair

I think you of a little more.


Little something I wrote yesterday. Today was a fun day with my cousins coming over and hanging out with Rumil and Roshni :)


A little Christmas weheartit coming ur way;

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL. STAY FESTIVE AND WEAR SOMETHING SPARKLY FOR ME :) 

love,
SAM B

AWAY

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So you finally let it out

You know I trusted you

But yes you had to do it

Make me feel worse too.

And here was I, seeing the angel in you.

And silly me, kept on worrying about you

Silly me, kept on thinking that I was wrong all along

Now, for all I’ve heard you do to me

I hate you for coming up and faking your sweet song.

I hate you for scaring me to think what is right and wrong.

And I will take you out of my mind

Every time I see you at school

I will shout out silent curses

For all that you’ve done from behind.

It pains me to think how to you I had been that kind!

I guess you can’t change people like you

I tried and now I know

It’s just waste of time

To clean you up, to scrub all the dirt of your soul

And then you do this to me, to someone who’s come back to you

Someone who cares for you, talks to you?

I think there’s nothing more to do,

Nothing more to say

Here is my last goodbye to you

I hope you understand that I need you to stay away.

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Little something I wrote. Tell me if you thought it was completely useless. :P

Hey It's mum's BDAY. Happy Bday to her :) And that reminds me it's a happy day at home today. And I'm watching Gossip Girl of all things. From season 1. I can now understand the hype behind gossip girl. Blake Lively is a complete doll!

Cheers,

Stickin around

SAM B

Currently reading : Awakening 

Here without you

Seconds pass by, minutes do too

How can I live a life all alone without you?

Next hours will pass, days will follow by

Months..years will be gone, without a reply!

Without you by my side, how can life go on

How will I grab the moments when we were one?

When you had your tired head right above mine

When our hands were intertwined belonging to the same line.

I traced through the contours of your fingers

Memorized your whole face

Days when you'll be gone

These memories will remain in my place.

We had seen the sun sink down behind the dark veil,

We spoke how on a train, we'll go, we'll sail
With the wind blowing hard and a guitar in your hands
I'll rest my head on your shoulders, the tune in us will stand.

We also spoke about our best moments

And both of us had the same

Of being with one another

How all this evolved, how it came.

We ended it all with pouring more thoughts

Of dreams and aspirations and all that we had got

With sitting by each other, time did stop

We stared at the starry sky, through the sintex tank tops.

On a spree,

SAM B

Random Poem

                          Playlist

You make me rock my head side to side

You make me smile even when I’m down

You’re just a click away my friend

You’re there in my head when I frown

My love, you are what keeps me sane

Your tune is what hovers on my lip

You can sing to me again and again

But still every time you have me flip

You are a keeper, you are my firewall

As you go up and down all through

I go up and down with you too

And even when you stop, you can still hear me coo.

Can I tell you a secret? A secret disclosed

As you sing your song every time

You make me want to fly away with you

You make me want to play my flute with your chime.

You’re still blaring out your tunes

As I run my words for you today

You make me want to write some more

As I flip through your play-list, pray.

 Wrote this some random day listening to this.

LOL

Have an awesome day you guys,

SAM B

Big Fat Post Below :)

Shadowed Verses 

She slips out of her blankets

Hearing them whimper asleep

Her shadows cross dark corridors

Door to door, she creeps.

She’s unstoppable now,

All her heart now desires

To write under the candle light

Her passion high on fire.

She runs through her words

Draws stories in her head

They sleep in peace knowing

Naima has not gone ahead.

She cares of no one now

She leaves her qualms behind

Naima Ali, the upcoming writer

Is the picture she has in mind.

She remembers how they would torture her

Strangle her passion to death

She remembers the pain, the fear, the sweat

The obstacles, the walls they would set.

The pain she feels, the anger in her

She puts into her lines

Like a burning hearth that ignites the soul

Her words shout out her cries.

This is the Naima she dreams of

This is the Naima she strives to be

Through verses of love, she’ll topple weak walls

Which veiled her face, from the world to see.

Yesterday I had this "huge" emotional upsurge; very weird I tell you. Makes you go waaaaaaaaaa....but then brings out the poet in me which is a plus point. Made me write 2 poems and I'm pretty happy with how they turned out to be :P Ok I'm done with my haughtiness, so Enjoy and show some love through your comments :P


And I had NO idea Naima means tranquil. I had heard the name before and instantly loved it. Hence Naima Ali :)

Anddddd We play holi tomorrow. So Im superr duperrr excited. And Ujaan is in town and Koko is here too which makes things awesome. 

And I have PICS to share...Sam B meets her canon presents u these -

This was at Shankha's wild yet beautiful garden. Damned I don't remember the name of this beauty :P

Football at our terrace. Golu doing a super duper flip!

@Balarampur village. Mother India I call her!

My little cousin Tito; my only model for pics :P. I love him to pieces. 

Tito again.

The days of Film. Some old picture I found of baba in his college years. :) Memories.

Football @ our terrace. It can't get any better! I wish I wouldn't have cut off Golu's legs. Shit :P

Dida, one of the strongest people I know. She knows to live life. <3

Sam B and the cam. What can I say? I play around with it too much you see :|

Thanks for stopping by,

Happy Holi once again!

SAM B

PS All pics takes with a Canon EOS 500D

That was some day. :)

We had seen the sun sink down behind the dark veil,
We spoke how on a train, we'll go, we'll sail
With the wind blowing hard and a guitar in your hands
I'll rest my head on your shoulders, the tune in us will stand.

Joote kahan utaare the!

We left our shoes behind
In a place that we call ours
We left them and went ahead
We broke through the rusty bars.

We didn't care much about the shoes
We cared more about the road
Our soles grew old and weathered away
Instead we went on; we strode.

And now we bought new shoes again
To draw footprints on the road with them
And again we left them behind somewhere
A never ending cycle; we did the same.

We didn't care much; we abandoned the pair
We walked along barefoot, fighting the thorny road

Our soles grew older and weathered away

Instead we went on; we strode.

{Got bored with Julius Caesar being taught in our English class at school....I have no problem with the chapter but the way she teaches will instantly make you feel drowsy. So wrote a poem instead.}

SAM B