The Unforgettable Desire

The boy next door when I was four Has been around always   Doesn’t matter where he went He would pass by my door Peeping in for me to join We were friends since then Hitting each other on the face Singing the songs out of tune Hitting plans together Never had we some rest Unless we put someone in trouble The boy next door When I was easy to lure Stood by my side just in case Doesn’t matter where I went He would call me up Just to know that I am safe We were friends even then Arguing about our mates Dancing in the rain Planning dates together Never really doing our best Unless we want to piss each other off The boy next door When my heart was dead Held me tight in his arms Doesn’t matter where we went He would make me laugh Slowly healing all my pain We never stopped being friends Loving each other in the end Walking around being insane Having all the fun together Never seriously giving a da...

Sometimes it is not about the forced decent smile but the loud careless laughter. It is not about impressing each other but being exactly who we are. It’s not about expensive gifts but the handshakes and hugs that we share. It is not about talking everyday but still knowing each other well. It is not about the ‘hello’ when we meet but the familiar smile we exchange. It is not about being perfect but acceptance of imperfections. It is not about coca cola but the roadside tender coconut water. It is not about being good to each other but being the pain in the ass. It is not about the people staring at us but the madness we are going through together. It is not about being upset when laughed at but about taking the revenge without hurting each other. It is not about the handsome and beautiful but the kutta and kutia. It is not about the movie but our comments that follow. It is not about going the right way but how much we enjoy the wrong ...

It’s been a couple of days that I have been asking myself, how did I survive those months without music? May be it was last September- November, when I actually stopped listening to songs, even if I did hear them I didn’t enjoy them. I have been a music person since early years of childhood. I remember playing music CDs throughout the day during my school holidays. I solved the algebraic problems, linear equations, trigonometry etc with soft music playing in the background. The times when I couldn’t listen to the songs, I would hum to myself. Music was a necessity in my life as a kid. As a teenager, it treated me well enough. Ear phones tugged in, volume up and forget the world. I spent most of my years this way. It is always the music that first attracts me in a song and then the lyrics. If I can relate to the lyrics then of course the song ends up in my favorites list. When I couldn’t sleep at night, when I was depressed beyond expression music gave me comfort, being th...