About Me
- Sriram Agrawal
- Economics->MBA->Analyst->Business aaahh... Looks like a damn CV. Let me try again. Foodie-Moviefreak-Travel & Photography enthusiast->and of course a Blogger.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Living a lie
Friday, March 4, 2011
आखरी सांस

ये काले बादल, ये घनघोर घटाएं
दिलाती है याद उस हसीन रात की
ये कड़कती बिजलियाँ, ये बहती हवाएं
भूलाये न भूल पाता, बातें उस आखरी मुलाकात की
हम तो समझ बैठे थे प्यार को भगवान्
दे दिया उनको, अपना दिल अपनी जान
मगर देखो उस खुदा की खुदाई
सज़ा में मिली तो सिर्फ दर्द-ऐ-जुदाई
नादान थे हम जो ये समझ बैठे, कि
हमसे जादा प्यार न कर सकेगा कोई
मगर क्या पता था इस नाचीज़ दिल को
ऊपर वाले की मर्ज़ी से, कभी जीत न सका है कोई
कहते है हर रात की सुबह होती है
हर दर्द की एक दवा होती है
मगर ऐ खुदा पे भरोसा रखने वाले बन्दों
एक सवाल था, क्या होगा जवाब आपका...
जब खुदा ही छीन लेता है ज़िन्दगी की वो हर रौशनी ?
जब अँधेरे और रौशनी के बीच का फर्क, फर्क नहीं रहता
और जब रौशनी की वो आखरी किरण,
अक्सर ज़िन्दगी की आखरी सांस होती है
---श्रीराम
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
A Dope... not just hope

No matter how far you are
Or, how long it has been
You never forget what it felt like
To have smiled and shared deep within
It didn’t matter and it never could
If she was a fairy tale or a devious angel
Only if, it were possible, I certain would
Knowing the end is certainly not well
I tried to run far away from me
But destiny just took twists and turns
Only to put me where it all began
And ended with ashes after the burns
May be the phoenix was lucky
For sometimes even the ashes could burn
And while we profess an end only to give hope
Eternally burning ash might just be the "dope"
---Sriram
Thursday, April 1, 2010
The Priority vs An Option
Life is a beautiful chain of memories
The Songs we sing; those long stories
The hugs, the dances and the fights
They all bring the same delight
They make us both glad and sad
For the heart rules with the eyes clad
The sunset and sunrise as they occur
Takes me back and forth like a soccer
I lay with the lights dim yet eyes wide open
And while memories seem to have shorten
My mind wanders on those same lanes
Suddenly life becomes all so mundane
Reflecting back on the past deeds
Memories come alive showing the leads
Dark clouds hover around while we lament
The beauty turns sombre for what we haven't
Life goes for a toss while we create a notion
A Habit into love into an obsession
Happiness fades; Melancholy comes with an auction
When She becomes the priority with I being "just an option"
Friday, November 6, 2009
I have finally moved on
Only to mention that love wasn’t for a lifetime
The whole night I cried, wailed, and wept
Till tears refused to drop and cheeks were no longer wet
Friends had always warned me; Foes laughed at me
Inspite of the odds, faith was all I had
Moments later I was left devastated, wondering
If it was really happening, stuck in the mode of denial
Months later I gazed into the mirror
I shed no tears, I was finally moving on
Only to find myself in an unknown zone
Of contempt, fear, dilemma and emotions foregone
Then comes year number one
I no longer starred at her pictures; neither talked about it to my friends
I was finally moving on
Only to start scribbling the past on a paper
Time passed and I grew stronger
Life took many turns; some good some not so good
But there was this zeal to go ahead of the past
A hope against the hope to recollect the shattered dreams
Three years down the lane
I no longer wish to get back that lost life
I finally have moved on and am happy
Only to still remember her smell and how hard I fell
--Sriram
Monday, September 7, 2009
An Incomplete poem... I didnt wanna finish
All alone in a gloom
And as i look outside the window when the night is in the full
I feel so much woeful
I listen to the soft tunes of old classics
And every line of it seems to give me kicks
Ears are so filled with the melancholy
So are my eyes drowned in complete silence
I don’t sleep for more than a few hours
Thinking about her I spend hours
And as I look at those stills
It seems as if life lacks all the frills
I wonder how life would have been
Had she been there with me today
Possibly I would be wring a love note for her
Instead of this moron text
We may not get back ever again
We can never walk together on a lane
But still there’s something I don’t know about
And it makes me go back to the forbidden zone
Friday, February 20, 2009
Either as your lover, or as your best friend!!
For all that I wanted you to share
Everything I have ever wanted to do for you
Trying real hard to make you feel my care
It’s never been easy to tell you
The fact that for you I ll always be there
What I express is nothing but true
It’s just about you and only you
I never get so much of a comfort
As I get when I am with you
You were rude and you made me cry
The agony I underwent I can’t deny
Still I hope to work things out
And I ll do it without the slightest doubt
Just tell me once if you feel the same way too
Or ever felt in past to start brand new
I promise to give you all the happiness
I ll be there by your side I bet
And if you still feel like crossing on the corpse of my love
And still if you want it all to end
Just remember that I'll be there till the end
Either as your lover, or as your best friend!!
Friday, December 12, 2008
I AM NO MORE WHAT I WAS…
AS I OCCUPY THE LAST BENCH IN MY CLASS
AND TURN THOSE UNTURNED PAGES OF THE BOOK
LOOKING INTO THE EYES OF PEOPLE AROUND ME
AND INTO THOSE HOLLOW SPHERES AHEAD OF ME
I DON’T KNOW IF I AM PRESENT HERE IN THE CLASS
IT IS JUST MY BODY AND NOT MY SOUL
EYES ARE AT ITS PLACE IT SHOULD BE
BUT SIGHT IS SOME WHERE FAR AWAY INTO THE FIELDS
THERE I SEE A GIRL HOLDING THE HANDS OF A BOY
THE BOY STOOD MESMERIZED AS SHE SPOKE TO HIM
SHE MUST BE TRYING TO EXPRESS HER LOVE HER CARE
AND THE INNOCENT BOY SEEMED SO HAPPY SO ELATED
SUDDENLY I HEARD A LOUD VOICE
MY TEACHER WAS STARING AT ME
I LOOKED AT HIM AND THEN BACK TO THE FIELDS
A MOMENT LATER AND THE GIRL WAS GONE
HE STOOD THEIR ALL ALONE PERPLEXED AND DEVASTATED
UNABLE TO GAUGE THE COMPLEXITY OF HIS LIFE
SHE HAD LEFT HIM NEVER TO RETURN
PROMISES FORGOTTEN; HEART BROKEN
HIS FRIENDS TRIED TO CONSOLE HIM
WHILE OTHERS SHOWED HIM THE REALITY
BUT HE KEPT HIS EYES AND EARS CLOSED
HOPING TO LISTEN TO HER AND SEE HIS LOVE WHEN HE OPENS HIS EYES
SUDDENLY I FELT MY CHEEKS WET
AND I WONDERED WHY, AS A DROP OF TEAR FELL ON MY CLASS NOTES
WHOSE TEARS WERE THEY; I THOUGHT
THAT POOR BOY’S OR MY OWN….
IT CANT BE MINE...I DON’T CRY
I WAS JUST TURNING THOSE PAGES
PAGES….WHICH PAGES WERE I TURNING
THOSE THAT OF THE BOOK OR THAT OF MY OWN LIFE
4 LONG YEARS WHEN SHE BECAME MINE FOREVER
2 LONG YEARS WHEN SHE DESERTED ME FOREVER
BUT THE SWEET FRAGRANCE OF HER PRESENCE IS STILL IN MY HEART
ALONG WITH THOSE MARKS ON MY SOUL
I DON’T KNOW WHAT WAS ALL THAT IN THOSE 2 YEARS
LOVE ATTRACTION OR INFATUATION?
WAS IT THE BEST GIFT OF MY LIFE OR THE BIGGEST MISTAKE
WHATEVER BE IT—IT CHANGED ME FOREVER
I AM NO MORE WHAT I WAS
SRIRAM AGRAWAL
I DON’T KNOW WHY
BUT I THINK I AM SAD
OR, RATHER,
I AM NOT AS HAPPY AS I WISH TO BE
MY PARENTS LOVE ME
MY FRIENDS SUPPORT ME
YET MY MIND FAILS TO UNDERSTAND
WHY DOES THIS HEART ACHE
WHEN I AM AT HOME
AND HAVE GOOD FOOD TO EAT
I MISS THE MAGGIE AND BUGERS WE HAD
NOT TO ENJOY BUT TO SURVIVE
WHEN I AM WITH MY MOM
I FEEL SO GOOD ,SO SECURE
YET I WISH TO MOVE OUT
TO MEET THOSE FRIENDS IN THE WOOD
WHEN I GET SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS
I LOOK FOR TRANQUILITY
AND I WISH TO REMAIN ALONE
WHICH WHEN I AM, I AVOID
LOOKS LIKE I AM IN SEARCH OF SOMETHING
SOMETHING WHICH I CANT REALLY ARTICULATE
I DON’T KNOW IF IT DOES EVEN EXIST
OR IS IT YET ANOTHER IMAGINATION
WHAT IS THAT WOULD MAKE ME HAPPY
IS IT LOVE, IS IT MONEY
IS IT THE FAMILY OR IS IT …..
I REALLY DON’T HAVE AN ANSWER
AND I COME BACK TO WHERE IT STARTED
I DON’T KNOW WHY
SO WHAT IF IT MEANS TO DIE WITHOUT HER
I SAW THE BUBBLES RISE AND DANCE
WITH EACH BUBBLE ROSE MY SENTIMENTS
AND ASKED ME TO MAKE AN ADVANCE
I COULD SEE HER IN THOSE WATER BUBBLES
THOSE GLITTERING EYES AND LUSCIOUS LIPS
I FELT SHE WERE ALL AROUND ME
EXPLOITING AN ENIGMA OUT OF ME
BUT AS MY HANDS APPROACHED TO TOUCH HER
THE WATER BUBBLE SIMPLY BURST
AND WHAT WAS LEFT WAS ONLY WATER
DREAMS ALL SHATTERED
SHE IS NOTHING BUT THAT WATER BUBBLE
SOMETIMES SO BRIGHT SO SHINY
SHE DANCES TO HER OWN TUNES OF LOVE
AND VANISHES WHEN I TOUCH HER
OH GOD WHAT IS THE KIND OF CHOICE I FACE
AS I WATCHED HER SHE WAS SO HAPPY AND CLOSE
BUT AS I EXTENDED MY HANDS TO HOLD HER
ALONG WITH HER LOVE SHE DISAPPEARED
MY DESTINY MAY NOT BE TO DIE IN HER LAP
NOR WOULD IT BE TO LIVE AND LOVE HER
BUT I CAN ALWAYS BE NEAR TO MY LOVE
WITHOUT BEING HER’S
AND WATCH HER SING AND DANCE
SO WHAT IF IT MEANS NEVER TRYING TO HOLD HER
SO WHAT IF IT MEANS NEVER TRYING TO TOUCH HER
SO WHAT IF IT MEANS TO BE DEVOID OF THAT LOVE
SO WHAT IF IT MEANS TO DIE WITHOUT HER