A YEAR AGO…

If you remember, on this day, a year ago
had struck on both of us, CUPID’s arrow.
Though we knew that we had become inseparable
all that I remember was that it was a day memorable.

If you remember, on this day, a year ago
we decided that we allow our relation to grow.
As we decided that we give each other felicity
prepared we were to face any sort of adversity.

If you remember, on this day, a year ago
overtime, we decided to be bound by a vow
that one day, the aisle, we would go on to walk
by mutually agreeing upon plans that we would chalk.

If you remember, on this day, a year ago
slowly and steadily, thought that we would know.
But by then, each other, we had met and seen
and so knew that life had to begun with a slate clean.

If you remember, on this day, a year ago
from my quill, works would just go onto flow.
You had become someone much more than a muse
whom I didn’t want to, at any cost, go to loose.

If you remember, on this day, a year ago
little did I know that I would hit such a low
that my company, you would think to ditch
and leaving me to wonder, where was the glitch.

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ-An SCROSTIC..

A ll alone, I will very soon be

B ecause someone doesn’t want to be part of me

C hinmaya, your life, will never be the same

D eath, I wish, soon, to me, it came.

E xist for whom, is what lingers as a question

F ****d up is my life, with no sense of jubilation

G odn seems to have forgotten this devotee

H appy self of mine, apparently, he doesn’t want to see

I njury, I am doing, to my own health

J ust because I have a little extra wealth

K illing myself, surely as an option, I wont perceive

L ove of someone, though, I may never go to receive

M emories of someone are always out to come

N ights have become hard to endure and lonesome

O h!!why should it be so bad my fate?

P ain of mine makes someone to jubliate

Q uestion mark lies on what’ll be my future

R arely had I questioned my existence to nature

S ins of mine make me to feel sorry

T ime what it’ll bring, I begin to worry

U nderstands none how much someone I need

V ital is that person so that life I can lead

W ondering where will I go, hell or heaven

X ray of my heart, will show how its broken

Y outh of mine, already I have lost

Z eal I had, wish it comes back at any cost

A MEMORABLE TRIP-2

We kept in touch through many a message
but one thing, we didn’t go to envisage
that by the time, you would be back
we would find out,that each other, we lack!

Till then, we had not seen, at all, each other
and yet we felt that we could lead life together.
Though you were tired and needed your forty wink
the night was best to allow everything to sink.

But had decided, before long, CUPID from above
that time was ripe, to bestow, one us LOVE
so that to each other’s happiness, we were the source
and to our relation, none could think to oppose.

Now on this day, I just wish that we could have a re-run
of this episode as I pray hard to God for you to return
and in your life, you decide to take me back
by understanding how much you and your love, I lack.

Things, still aren’t, at my end, life before the same
and I am willing to take, on myself, all the blame.
Till eternity, I will always have this gratification
and will go on to fulfil whatever you have as expectation.

FILLY-AN ACROSTIC

F utile on her, I feel to write

I deas aren’t coming that are bright

L et someone else write and win the BWA

L earning from them, I’ll, come what may

Y ou all, to write on, I wish all the best

;) is what some may’ve, after this test

A MEMORABLE TRIP-1

About a trip, that you made, you cant deny
as a year ago, you decided to go to Chennai
so that, not just, you could spend your weekend
but also meet up with, whom you had as a friend.

Those days there was something in your voice
that I craved to hear, without much of a choice.
About the trip, something I remember till date
when about everything, you went on to update.

Though you going on the trip made me glad
in my heart, I had actually felt little sad
as I didn’t know how, without you, I kill time
apart from thinking to write about you, a rhyme.

Yet, who knew when you were out to return
there was in store, some unexpected fun
which from my memories, I’ll sit and cite
and as a sequel, soon, I will surely write!

THE “COFFEE BAR” (SUGGEST A BETTER TITLE)

To her favourite coffee shop, him, she promised to get
so that their dating, from then on , could be set.
Lot, she had told him, prior about it
knowing that with him also it would be a hit.

Once a cozy place they had found
they went about making a lot of sound
as though they were owners of the place
and would do anything to see joy on each other’s face.

Though the place wasn’t like a CCD or BARISTA
atleast it had left the guy with a feel of awe.
As they went about having their favourite filter coffee
in each sip, future with her, the guy would go onto see.

Alas one day, the gal left him and went away far
and the guy was made to take refuge of the nearest bar
where he would go regularly and have a drink
and memories about her, he would go onto think.

WILL YOU MAKE IT HAPPEN FOR ME?

She once asked “will you make it happen for me”
and all I wanted was a smile,on her face, to see.
My entire self, to her, I was ready to offer
so that she had nothing to fret or suffer.

She once asked “will you make it happen for me”
and all I wanted in return, was unending glee.
Since we had understood each other’s necessity
thought I that we would be together till eternity.

She once asked “will you make it happen for me”
and all that I waited for the day it would be WE.
In any way, I wanted there not to be any strife
as I started to see my future in her as my wife.

She once asked “will you make it happen for me”
little did I know that one day,i would be at sea
without knowing how, without her, life to lead
and unable to stop, due to her, my heart to bleed.

WITHOUT YOU, HOW WILL I LIVE?

While with me, you suddenly felt a sense of boredom
and thought it was better to assert your freedom.
So, you thought that from my life, you take leave
without understanding, without you, how I’ll live.



I always, in my life, kept and regarded in high esteem
and being with you, till eternity, was an unending dream.
Yet, never for once, did I ever go onto perceive
that, without you, for a moment, how would I live.

Being human, at times, towards you, I had been curt
by which, for sure, you would’ve felt a lot of hurt.
Though you said that, to me, you would forgive
little did I know that one day, how would I live.

I have a become a bird that’s chipped of its wing
and am unsure what the future, to me, will bring.
The truth which I want you to know now and believe
is that I don’t know, without you, how I’ll live.

WHY SHOULD I???-THOUGHTS IN ISOLATION..

Why should I continue to live
even when someone’s love I cant receive?

Why should I think even to breathe
even when she waits to place on me, a wreath?

Why should I go onto beam a smile
even when someone doesn’t care about me for a while?

Why should I stop myself from having a drink
even when she doesn’t go to, about me, think?

Why should I. at nights, go to sleep
even when I know that all I do is to weep?

Why should I continue to, of own, have a life
even when I know she’ll be someone else’s wife?

Why should I stop thinking about her
even when I know she has left me to suffer?

THE PERFECT 1O…

Background:
Once the bard happened to befriend a princess. Both were impressed by each other. But prior to continuing her ‘affair’ with the bard, the princess decided to consult her astrologer whom she held in high regard despite his devilish dealings. This was the conversation that she had regarding the bard’s suitability!!

The Princess…height 177cm !
The Princess….n too thin ..
The Princess i wonder wat will we look like together !
The Princess…OMG !!
The Devilish astrologer….thats y i asked
The Princess…:o
The Princess….neway m 162 cms
The Devilish astrologer…..like the number 10
The Princess….wow !
The Princess….thx !
The Devilish astrologer….dnnt mind
The Princess…..u try too hard to cheer me up u knwo !
The Devilish astrologer….perfect 10 is wat i meant
The Princess…:)

Even before met up the princess with the bard
an astrologer had gone onto say and regard
that since a meet like this, always didn’t happen
it was something like had come together the perfect 10.

Like him, the princess had seen many a men
and yet she was keen to see to the perfect 10.
Bound she was by her word of being till eternity
as he had promised her to give her unending felicity.

Since in her, the bard went to place a lot of trust
decided he that he suppress what he had as lust.
Even if it meant that he knew a lot many women
he too was keen on making it happen the perfect 10.

Alas, what all the bard was made to see was just a dream
as the princess decided to stick on to those of her crem-dela- crème.
About his death, the bard wanted to know how and when
as he no longer saw the purpose of the union of the perfect 10.

WOES OF A MOTHER…

SOMEONE HAD ONCE SAID TO THE BARD, THROUGH A MESSAGE(WITHOUT ANY EDITION IN IT)

“U knw I wl nt rest wdt askng wat hurt u n ur mthr.is it smthng abt ur marriage n al?n ur pretty gal doesn’t 4get any1 in lyf so dnt bothr abt it..”

Sender: BACCHU

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10:11:38 pm

But the reality has been already been prophesied in stanza 5 :(

My fate, only GOD can think to save
as he took my son already to the grave
which makes me feel a deep sense of regret
that, like him, years ago, why I had to beget.

As a child, in him, there was so much innocence
and around him, to others, he was with effervescence.
Time came and years quickly, as usual, flew
and from a child to a boy, like others, he grew.

He never had a constitution that was sturdy
and was average when it came to his study.
Maybe it was some previous benediction of a force
that somehow, his life took to a positive course.

As he went to a stage of choosing a vocation
he did that, with utmost prudence and deliberation.
Though he changed bosses and many a company
experiences, he said, he got, though not much money.

But now, a sad truth, we have gone onto learn
that one time, his love, someone went to spurn.
Though he had decided to keep it, from all, latent
his heart and soul had already taken a dent.

Now that we see his body being engulfed by the fire
I regret that I never saw him sit by the sacred pyre.
Hopefully, somewhere above, his mind will be at ease
and the soul will finally think to rest in peace.

PILLAGE :( -an Acrostic

P lundering happening everywhere

I nstigating violence here and there

L ooting from people is out to happen

L ooks like a plunderer’s haven

A narchy is out to prevail

G overnment is doing nothing to curtail

E lecting them makes us to grimace

:( is what is left on everyone’s face

…..CUTS LIKE A KNIFE….

When the heart, every moment, moans in pain
being around seems to be the biggest bane .
It is no longer exciting, like this, to lead life
especially when the soul has been cut with a knife.

The path ahead looks so very hazy and unclear
neither is there, the company of someone familiar.
By choosing that, in future, to be someone’s wife
she doesn’t know how its like being cut with a knife.

As usual, is elusive, like before the new dawn
by which it is making it tough to, in life, move on.
Day and night, all that I go through, by myself, is strife
which is because the heart has been cut with a knife.

To avoid vices, there seems to be no sort of clue
as loneliness is becoming really hard to endure.
Hope the pain will cease when she comes with a knife
and makes me experience how it cuts with a knife.

THE UDUPI HOTEL…

I exist close to an area called SOUTH END
where a chap used to come with his girl friend.
They would stop here every weekend to’ve their tiffin
before proceeding to the road called ROSE GARDEN.

By her naughtiness, him, she would go onto entertain
as she would eat her favourite dosa that was plain.
A future, the boy, in her lovely eyes, he would see
as he would go onto sip his favourite filter coffee.

They both were people who were so very different
which to others, might have been, like an amusement.
Yet, it was the language of love that their actions spoke
and had kept together, till then, the lass and the bloke.

Yet, one day, she jabbed the boy’s heart with a spear
spurned his love by deciding no longer to be his dear
by saying that what all he was doing for her was trivial
and status for her, not his love, in society, was vital.

I LOVE YOU-an acrostic

I n our hearts, there is a special glow


L ife for us to lead, it is out to show


O nly this feeling can stand test of time


V ital it is for both of us, as its sublime


E xpect me to fulfil your every necessity


Y ours I want to remain beyond eternity


O nly to you, I can tell how much, you, I need


U, me and us, together, life, lets go onto lead

ADDICTION-INFATUATION-JUBILATION-DEVASTATION…..4

Dear all,
Concluding the four stages of LOVE ie ADDICTION-INFATUATION-JUBILATION-DEVASTATION with a true write on what DEVASTATION has done to me.

DEVASTATION:
But now, whenever about you, I go onto think
It only makes me to pick up a bottle and drink.
You drove me to a path of self destruction
by deciding that no longer to be my motivation.

I still hope that one day you will be back
by understanding how much, you, I lack.
Has gone away, on my life, from a while
the cheerfulness and that beaming smile.

ADDICTION-INFATUATION-JUBILATION-DEVASTATION…..3

Dear all,
Yesterday I wrote about what INFATUATION, ADDICTION the day before on these phases made me undergo. Now, I talk about JUBILATION Hope its interesting to go through!!

JUBILATION:
Days increased, what both had for each other, yearning
and made us feel that we were each other’s darling.
That’s when I decided to relocate to a familiar city
so that, with you, I would have unending felicity.

Every day I would wake up with a new mission
that I would achieve something with you as inspiration.
Till eternity, I wanted you to be always there in my life
and was ready to do anything so that you saw no strife.

ADDICTION-INFATUATION-JUBILATION-DEVASTATION.....2

INFATUATION:

Weeks passed by and we didn’t have this expectation
that a day would come and begin phase of infatuation.
As we got to know, somehow, slowly each other
for sure we knew that we could our make a future.


At that time, struck CUPID’s arrow from above
by deciding that we could be a couple bound in love.
That beautiful feeling, made us, to each other, propose
and thought we, to our love, none could dare oppose.

ADDICTION-INFATUATION-JUBILATION-DEVASTATON…..1

Dear all,
Planning to write a work out of experience for once!!..So, planning to elaborate on the four stages when a certain amount of intimacy comes in between a couple and what I underwent. I’ve expanded on each of these phases by writing two stanza’s on them. The phases I feel are: ADDICTION-INFATUATION-JUBILATION-DEVASTATION…..Will be posting one phase at a time and hope it interests you!!

ADDICTION:
Talking to you had become such an addiction
and I wished would never end the conversation.
Despite having moments that gave so much thrill
unfortunately we had to take care of the bill.

Since we wanted to be in touch come what may
a decision we took, to talk only when came Friday
and whatever in the week would happen and entail
thought it was best to convey through e-mail.

ON YOU, WHEN I WROTE….

A year ago, to each other, we were still new
and though about you, I hardly even knew
I hope you remember what I went to write
in the three works though you weren’t in sight.

I used to proclaim myself as a BARD

who, to write, felt didn’t have to try hard.
Hence, as a challenge, to write, I took
and wrote something that was out of the book.

In my diary, then I had made an important note
that henceforth whenever a work. I wrote
it would be YOU who would become my muse
and so your presence, from my life, didn’t want to loose.

After that, over time, I wrote many more a rhyme
which was possible thinking of you all the time.
To me, you were a person, who was one of a kind
and by then, without your love, I was good as blind.

Nowadays, like before, I still go onto ink
and why you decided to leave me, I think.
Has gone away, like before, all my bliss
as your love and company, I still miss.

Reminiscences of a day, a year ago (Suggest a better title)

The scene for the IPL final had been set
and friends from Bangalore, I had met.
To see the match, thought we go to a SPORTS BAR
which from Dadar, was quite near and not that very far.

As expected, there was a massive crowd
to cheer for their team by being very loud.
Since we were unsure whether we would get entry
thought we go and check so that there would be guarantee.

Could be seen people, hip, hot and happening
and there were girls who looked really stunning.
Just then came a message from my then muse
whether I had gone there for a BABE or BOOZE.

Told her that I was in a place where lot could happen
as it was something that was like a mini heaven.
Though it looked cricket was all out there wanted to watch
still there were some, looking for someone, to latch.

Now that question I hadn’t expected at all from my muse
as for me, then, it didn’t matter whether it was BABE or BOOZE.
Yet I thought hard as I didn’t know what to give as an answer
and moreover, It was hardly some time that I had got to know her.

Of my weakness to both, I wanted not to pretend
and her feelings, at the same time, I didn’t want to offend.
So, I gave an answer which I thought, to me, was suitable
expecting that later things would turn out to be terrible.

The match and booze was on in full flow
and what all happened, I just don’t know.
But I knew that before, on the bed, I fall
to her, I had to talk, by making a call.

After the match, we came back to our universe
and to our places, we thought to quickly disperse.
To her, I was wondering what to give as an explanation
as I walked on all the way to Lower Parel station.

Since anyone’s company, that night, I had the lack
I decided to talk to her till Andheri, I travelled back.
As it got an Andheri local that was a SLOW
the ten stations ‘darshan’, to her, I went to show.

From Andheri west, to my place, I had to go ahead
and my phone battery, sadly, was almost dead.
But I simply didn’t want to keep the phone
as there was so much magic in her voice and tone.

Now as I sit back and write, as all these I recall
I cant understand why she doesn’t answer my call.
Apparently, she found for herself a new dawn
by deciding to, from me and my life, to move on.

To forget her, how much ever I go onto try
my heart and soul, just ask a haunting WHY
as its unable to understand this happening to me
and about this fate of mine, it didn’t go to foresee.