That will do

The stars and man has lit the sky
What she gets is always less than what she wants
He said he's lived through changes.
Sometimes love gets too heavy,
Now or later.
Confusing is judgement,
When you have to choose from head or heart.
The blind man walks gracefully.
Who can see has always caused pain, generally.
Valued reasons lie rusted,
Till they are buried in the dust.
A new day,
a new start,
Trying to fill his bag with hope,
Treasured her memories in heart.
Life has gone on since was born.
The good are left only for the best.
Everyone will have a story
That would be rejoiced someday.
The good will light the world as stars,
The best will smile as the moon.
Plates will be full by the time life calls it the day.
Hand in hand, together,
The walk alone has started.
Attached by a string of fondness,
Separated by repelling needs.
The distance will be travelled.
The queen without a king
Awaits as life is lived.

Misunderstood

Sitting under the moonlight,
Spelling her name on the stars.
Each passing comet reminds him of the good times that they had.
A thousand sweet memories and a pinch of aching heart.
Took him from home to paradise
And left him deeper than where he was.
The devil you know is better than the angel you don't.
A rainbow at the horizon,
Misdirected the lost lover.
But she sang a song for days
And he reached home chasing her rhyme.
When he saw her, it healed the many wounds.
His voice was a shelter in the thunder.
The sky lit up.
The moon so huge.
She asked him to follow her to what she called a castle of dreams.
They were greeted by many,
Cheered by more.
Merry, feast and a night to celebrate.
The kingdom has found the man,
Who can bless its dry womb.
He quoted it as "the story of his life", that's to be told.
His lady, the most beautiful ever for his eyes,
Kissed his ears and whispered -
"This isn't the end of the story"
And that he was not a weak lover but the wicker man
N though her heart would bleed forever
She'd be proud sacrificing her man
To break the curse of infertile land,
Where she is the princess,
Princess Angel, the saviour of kingdom Dazzling.
The crowd began to chant their prayer,
Carried him to cliff where the earth kissed the sky.
He knew this is his end but when she touched him to tie his hands,
He lived a hundred lives.
She kissed him and said if she had a son, she would name him after her dying love.
Led him to the edge
And she walked with him till the very end.
She kissed him again
And helped him fly
Fly away from the land
Till he can't be seen.
He wanted it to be a story to be told.
And it lay buried under the valley of worship.
Where the wicker men always came
But none that ever left.

Food for thought

"The devil you know is better than the angel you don't".

The Last Fight

When the mind is a crossroad
And the path is dark,
Your securities aren't where you thought there were
Thoughts start to crawl in,
The horizon seems so narrow,
The air is getting colder
And there's no help to be seen.
But my song for today
Is for the one who wants to make that last fight,
For the one who doesn't know to give up.

He gets up picking his heavy shield,
Ignoring the many wounds.
He rose to fight.
The last but most pure fight.
He fought like a dancer,
Slaying many doubts he saw on his quest.
The quest of reason.
The war to find himself.

For the one who lost everything,
He thinks he lost the good to get the best.
He's been fighting alone through ages,
To find answers to un asked questions.
He had to be sure what he was asking for.

Fly over the rainbow,
Wave from the horizon,
On a tryst with destiny.
The last fight goes on.

Vanishing dew

Dew drops vanished again,
There's no more early morning trails made on the ground.
Many don't bother,
As they haven't seen it.
And the one who wonders is lost searching.

Dew drops vanished again,
This time he needed to start his new life.
He had made up his mind.
When he woke up,
He's found himself at an unknown place.

Out in the open,
To search for reasons,
If we wonder,
There are surprises that
might just make us falter.

Dew drops vanished again,
And now my heart has gone dead bleeding for your love.
It longed when you were away
When you came, it couldn't take the joy.

Dew drops vanished again
And like the mist it brings a curtain to life
Things aren't the way it was supposed to be
It was supposed to be a home in heaven.



Regards,
Gaurav Chaudhury

Untold Stories : Dead Girl living, Saffron BPO (horror)

This is one of the most shocking untold stories from a bpo in Gurgaon called Saffron. Some details might not be very accurate and though the management tried its professional best to bury the story, such a tale never goes untold. Saffron was built on top of a graveyard and most employees claimed to have seen or had absurd experiences. So this is what happened :

Saffron had a blended process which was one of the best revenue generating mediums for the company. Now like every garden has its best plant, this process had a girl named Rose (named changed). Rose was the brightest star on the production floor. The top, medium and lower level management looked upto her in terms of inspiration. She was the heartbeat of the process and the soul of her colleagues.
One day towards end of shift, she received an inbound call and being the person she is, she took it knowing her colleagues would be in a hurry to rush to their respective homes. The call went on for some time, in fact abnormally longer time. An average duration of an inbound call as per the process requirement should be around 5 mins, though exceptions are always there. This call went on for around 45 minutes. Her TL's and the quality team had to wait till all the associates were done with their calls. Eventually they decided to barge her calls to make sure she didn't need any support. They were shocked to find that she was talking with no one on the other end and it seemed like she was on a intense call. When the call got over she seemed different as if it was a call from a magician who cast a spell. No one said anything to her, after all she was the kingpin of the process.
The next day she didn't turn up for work without informing anyone. That was ok as this was the 1st time that she did took an unscheduled leave. She didn't turn up the next day either, again without informing anyone. The trend continued for the next couple of days when the human resource decided on taking an initiative to find out her whereabouts. They traced her accommodation as per the transport info. They found out that landlord isn't aware of any such girl. This was turning sceptical now. So the management made maximum attempts to establish contacts with her family. When they succeeded, they were shocked to find out that Rose passed away about 8 years back !!!
The management returned. Rose remained a mystery. Her best friend at work suffered a cardiac arrest on coming to terms reality. Case was buried in the grave of Saffron, unsolved.

Regards,
Gaurav Chaudhury

Dazed and confused

4th December 2010 (00:01hrs) :

Just finished listening to NIB - Black Sabbath. Now playing Purple Haze - Jimi Hendrix.

Sleepy to death n confused about the unknown future. Steps I had taken are well set to destroy my thinking, steps of walking against the crowd. I didn't want to take the normal route as it had too many walking on it. Saw an empty road in a distance with man buying happiness. Got tempted and set my sail towards it. After 8 years of walking on this road I realised that happiness cannot be bought and if it is then its fake. Don't get tempted. The other road's taken as that's the right one.

Now playing : So far away - Dire Straits



Regards,
Gaurav Chaudhury

Winter as it started to sink in. New Delhi november, 2010.

Regards,
Gaurav Chaudhury.

Hard Rock Cafe, New Delhi

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Gaurav Chaudhury.

Voodoo Child

Regards,
Gaurav Chaudhury.