And I let the music play. I let it take me to you. I let it make me what I am. And I see myself standing before you. And you can see it all. My truth through your eyes. And I sense no need to speak a word. Theres this way that my heart beats to music. I see that I can see that rhythm in your eyes. And then I know what I've always known.

And then I know that I can make music. For you and you alone, my truth, my muse.

It's the music.
It is.
You get carried away.
It isn't the truth.
Think again.
But then why do
you think that
what the music brings
is not the truth.

His face.
His smile.
Damn.
Him.
Your Muse.

You think it's the music?

Scraps of poetry stuck in the head.
Between the fungus growing in there.
I wish I could write.
Iwish I could write.

Month of October
no joy
no pain
a fathers daughter
just a missing tooth
and hair growing wild
floating in nothingness
love or something like it
i beg.

Star Struck

I have always had fantasies of meeting my heroes. Actors, actresses, sports people. I dream of craziest possibilities like ending up in my favourite celebritys home, being family with them, talking and talking.

WELL something just came true. I saw the entire Aussie and the Indian cricket team except for Yuvraj Singh. I saw them at the airport. No it was not just a fleeting glance. I saw them real close. I was taking a plane that day too, so brushed shoulders at the security check.

Yea that's Dravid n RP Singh at the back

When you see him you only see him everyone else is invisible.

Yea that close.

Cute or what.

Apna Zaheer.

हमारा Pathan.

I died he's just that cute and more.

Missed pictures of the magic man Hayden. Missed the boy from my town and no I didn't get anywhere close to my hero - Sachin.