Robin Tales

Talk to me through your silence I hope none is lost our translation has history what had i found what did i lose was that the story so far so close wind is going to blow another way the song will get over heart's starting to beat again the clock hadn't stopped forever this time i'm going to fight not you not me i can't wait for the pain to end we've hit rock bottom the answer is not in our favour we're freaks for a world so neat breathe, keep your head above the water they said, I stayed and found you my heartbeat

Love exists Well love exists..or does it Lets test it Thats what will prove it Does it need though to be proved to be shown or be somewhere? Is it alone? or so we share? Do we know it? Like we care? Does it mean something? Why do we love? Or do we love Like we just feel It has questions it doesn’t give us any answers Do we get a purpose or it is just something new Will it survive the storm? will it survive the promises? how beautiful is love when it plays out in chaos When it is the only is the only thing that stands still in the universe’s whirlwind Does it make you happy or does it make you miserable do you find yourself in it Does it live up to its legend? Why do i want the wishes Why do i hear the silence Please give me the morning Please bring me the stars Leave me alone with it But don’t just walk away Fill it with you Is that why love makes people crazy

We meet new people everyday. We learn new things about people every hour. There's a lot that our little  mind has to store for us, just to we can use that information at the right time, at the right place. Much of what we experience happens due to what we have already experienced. Whether or not I choose to take the middle queue where it was faster last time, storifies the next few minutes of lingering thoughts or small talk to a known face. If you're dumb enough, or lets say you want to call it 'rich experience', sometimes you forget the hard lessons, and there it is again. Here's where you ask your information storage box about its functionality, right?  Now that you're asking questions, why would something happen to you when you already know what's coming? There's always a reason why things happen - so what's the catch now? Scratch that. Its been quite sometime since I started writing, and even before that, creating a story around something...

I don’t want anything Nothing more And so it stays  Broken in so many ways This is life Life as I know it I won’t change I don’t change I really don’t care Whether its not what you mean It really doesn’t matter And if its not what you mean Now you’re going with me And its only you I can see I can’t feel anything Don’t use your eyes to open me up There was the wind There was the sweet I can’t see the road ahead And I really don’t want to So much right With so much wrong So alike Yet so very different If its not incomplete What’s the fun?! That’s deep Lets not think I break every day I’m whole everyday Never will you see Or in the light from the dark What’s on your mind What are you thinking Here I am And the spinning begins Let me break out Or let me not Because after this All I ...

I'm out of my mind. It wasn't perfect the first time. In fact, it was quite the dreary and dreadful type you wouldn't want to experience ever again. And I was traveling by the same airline again. On the same route. So naturally, the hasty running between two gates, gasping for breath, thinking you're about to collapse with sheer stress, tired legs which would give up any second, and managing to get to the seat just in time before the doors closed, sweating and panting for the entire flight to have a popcorn moment, is what's on your mind. The newer additions to the travel rules were not helping either. I was probably fretting my transit more than anything - last I remember I was scared of Courage the Cowardly Dog, so my threshold for paranoia is really high. Here I was, looking through the flight for a friendly face. Luckily for me, #sarcasm, I found an over-friendly one. I mean I wanted to just listen to some music or watch crappy old sitcoms only so I wouldn...

In the depts of the lies I don't want to find it now Because you know it too It would have changed it all Play with everyone, me Thought would be new This was different This was scary, to be If that was a no Somewhere you hid it in you Stop why did you Said why would you I turn around Not by my choice It was all you Played me, played you Smoke is where there is Fire in my heart Breath lost in space between Living for the both of us That's us You and me Sparks, Fire and Smokes In a second and its all gone

After having worked on his project for about a year, Vihaan hoped to find some time to adjust the tilted mirror on his wall, not that he would care otherwise if only. His phone buzzed informing him of an upcoming conference call, and he decided to postpone his mid-night snack by an hour. As he poured coffee for what seemed the last call of the day, stacking his commencement notes, adjusting his newly framed glasses, he breathed out a huge sigh and closed his eyes, thinking of all the good times that he hoped to bring him his inner strength. Never did he think he will experience it all again. "Vihaan, Vihaan! Are you alright?" said a familiar voice. Feeling the haze, he woke up to her sweet voice. He had missed it for quite some time. Yes, missed it. So what is she doing here now? "Ruhi?" "Yeah?" she replied while folding the room curtains, with an innocence like she would have for the rest of their lives together. Rest of their lives? "Ruhi...

Its new Its blue Not sure about how it is Supposed to be true I want to be awake I want to sleep Alright I give up To know is all I shall have Its me in you Forever how is it Bright like the sound Sweet? I can be it Move. Talk. Think I don't  See. Wish. Feel I wait A tear I become Speeding away from you I'm all alone Just as I leave you A place I had Not anymore So are you In me for ever and more

To begin with, I almost didn't write this one. Writing, my passion, mixed with music, my inspiration and my past,  my love. It's this cauldron that brings me to this period. Yes, things happened. Yes, I am here now. But would life be like this if I had just done the things I almost did. I keep telling myself, maybe that's just a can of worms and maybe I am happier and better than I could have ever been. I walk around my room and see the books I didn't finish reading, look at the half notes and feel like I could have been someone else. Only if some people had stayed. Only if some people had moved on.  I almost made it to that place. I almost said those things. Every single word of it.  Can I for once not feel this? Can I know what I am? Can I know where I am? Can I know what I almost would do - is there anyway to make this go away?

The crowd undefined. Measure in spirits, not the hopeful ones but the one from wants. A place that is characterized by swirls of purpose, storms of movements and acts like a blizzard. Probably the most promiscuous of all market places, Crawford market of Mumbai has a story that could be anywhere from a short story to a multi-season soap opera. It takes you on a shopper's high - one that cannot be defined in any book or calculated by any algorithm. If you need something, its there. If you don't, there's more. How is it different, you ask? How does a random mumbling of words differ from singing? How do words differ from sentences? How do flowers differ from gardens? The rhythm of this place, between the indoor vendors, the outdoor sellers, the workmen who move material from one place to another, slapping through the air bags of wishes over the heads of thousands of believers! Yes, I make it sound like a religion! Words you have seen. Works that you haven't. Name ...

Waking up to the sounds of nature, She did all she could to avoid her start to the day. The routine wasn't hers to follow, so God help those who wanted to help her. With a bag full of munchies and a bouncy walk with the blaring music in her ears, she walked to her regular book store - one that was not ruined by the virtues of modern technologies. In the pile of her books, behind her glasses, she felt like a princess in her own right. Owning the world of words. Conquering all thoughts. Riding her horse of imagination. "This one is tricky",  she heard a voice which almost felt like it came from within. "I can't seem to decide what book I want read. They all either equally good, or well, equally bad." Slowly rising from the top rim of the book, her eyes tried to make sense of what her ears just caught. "Sir, what genre of books do you read?", asked the furious sales woman behind the counter. She was obviously not happy with this confused customer who...

A hint of word some brilliant puns all the jokes and laughs my moments, the ones I was ready in the middle of my life where do I find the go where do I find the choice Turning my way around taking a bit longer I'm still at the turn finding myself Feeling the lost Looking at my new I know no better Giving in the few..never

People amaze me. It's fun being around something that can move, talk to you, respond in a way you could not expected the least. Things that can love you, care for you, hurt you. Things that can feel, think, and plan. An overused and abused word, plan. Things that are helpful yet selfish. Happy yet sad. Playful, and evil. Clarification. I am amazed by people. With some deep seeded curiosity, to know how it would be it I weren't me. What would I do if life wasn't the way I saw it everyday, right from the moment I wake up to the time I batted by eyes last in the night.  If my friends, weren't my friends, but could be acquaintances, or even enemies (not that I endorse this word!)  With this new thought, I walk up to every person I know and talk to them like we would in a parallel world, another dimension, where my acquaintance would cheer up at the sight of me, and applaud my great doings! It felt good, good different. Almost unreal.  At one point I felt that I may hav...

Everyday as you wake up in the morning, you promise yourself, to be good, to be nice, gracefully loyal and whatever. Before you know it, your rules are crushed by a huge lion walking around to beat your niceness all along. Hate him, like you've hated sugarless cake or pepperless salads. I walk down the road, watching him beat up innocent children. The smug smile, the rustic fervor that almost makes you drive him up the wall, the callous nature, and you just stare politely. you don't want to smile. You don't even want to look. The second time I walked down the entrance, it was as if he knew I'd be there. I couldn't get pass it this time. "How can you?" I barfed at the thought of having to speak to this guy, who was now standing arrogantly after having taken the money from looney teenager. "Don't pretend you're all that good. Nobody is." I wanted to leave victorious, but now I was confused. "Yes, I am good" I reassured ...

Ever thought you needed to control something in your life, so you walk down the park, listen to crappy music, find a spot so you can sit by yourself to make some notes by yourself, and figure how you can get over the need to be Ms. President of the country. Yes, that's the new thing on my mind right now. I have no clue how the system works, but every time the traffic cop insists that I broke the light even if I didn't, I feel like pulling out my secret card that says, 'President of India' and ask him to do his job. (I am being very, very subtle here). After a few minutes of lost chain of thoughts I realized I didn't want to control anything anymore. So I walk back home, feeling all jumpy and joyful. "There!" I screamed as I was hiding behind the ugliest car in town, a turquoise blue old car, it was not worthy of being called an antique. "I am being chased by someone!" I yelled again into my cell phone, as I realized the battery had just died ou...

Driving crazy To no end There you talk There you mend But this is out Over and beyond Leash out open Your friendship is all And the nature Without any walls Its all about you Innocent so it be Final call that gave away Is it you or is it me As you mind rushes through Let your heart talk Move on Such blur as you walk When you wont When you dont Find the truth or the fakes Place your foot down Drop it all The road ahead says Not yet...

As I wake up in the morning, the rush jobs begin. In the middle of swooping past blurry shapes, I sit down to think about the day to come, the people to meet, the work to be done, and a million other lists that are on my mind. There's one person who makes all of this easier on me. One who shares things from his morning chuckles to his evening yawns. Who cares about his shoes more than he cares about his house. Talks more passionately about books and GI Joes than Kate Beckinsale! One who can scold me and ask to be scolded! The thing is, the key to a perfect day is having a person by your side who can share it with you. And I'm lucky enough to have one! This post is dedicated to the one person who makes getting up in the morning worthwhile.

'Where to mister?" she yelled at me from a distance, loud enough for everyone to notice.  "Hey, I'm not some kind of a thief, just looking around, grabbing a book to read. That's what they're meant for, right?" "Yea, if you pay for it!" "Of course, here." I paid for the stack of papers bound together in knots of tiny rounds, filled with words that were about to change my life. As I walked home, I was beaming with a sense of refreshment. I hadn't read a book in months, and calling myself an avid reader wasn't true anymore. It was a cold Saturday afternoon, and I was dreaming about a warm coffee in my balcony with my book. However, my footsteps had a different afternoon planned for me. "No, sir. Dalal Street is where I want to go. Could you help me?" I heard an unfamiliar accent from the corner of the street. "Seedha rasta hai" "What?" "It's straight from this turn, approximat...

All along this ride, I was wondering from where to get this conversation started. We both knew this was going to be, in the least, awkward. He tried the usuals for starters, cussing the traffic, stepping on gas more often than required, blaring music be changed every 2 minutes, coming out rough. Such talks are over-rated, you know, a girl and a boy talking through an 'incident'. Much more than a book  they shared that carried a personal bookmark, to a longer than usual eye-to-eye contact in a conversation, a conversation that for most parts was one-sided; she is drunk, check! I've heard this laugh before, I know this silence. I'm still here, with everything left past behind me. I'm still standing right there, with myself. I've got no two ways about this. And it's not going to be you and me. The noises in the car were not louder than those in my head. The wheels just kept rolling. Just as 'breaking ice' is a term for false alarm, I did it!...

To begin this post with 'we all know..' is crime. The simple netizen I am, I live a simple life, not in a hole, but you'll definitely not find me in the cacophony of loud thought experts. "Where would you find a book on maid retention?" Some words in life are just priceless and the moments are worth sharing. a- the lady thought I was a store attendant - I need to shower on Sundays b- in my trash can Simple as I sound, I'm a very complex person, complex - not complicated. I love my own mess. While at work, dug deep in my thoughts on the next campaign, thinking of the best chocolate makers in the city, checking their website, draw inspiration for a new design idea, bubbling with energy overflow, I block my head over ' how to ensure your website has the best design ', ' how to get the best designs ', ' how to figure where to get the best designs '. The sheer volume of word salad. Words that never seem to make sense, even today,...