MUSINGS OF THE BARD OF MUMBAI

WHY CANT YOU LOVE ME LIKE BEFORE?

2009-07-15T11:58:00.001+05:30

I cant understand why you cant love me like before
as without you , I don’t know what life has in store.
Each morning, as the sun rises, to face the day, I dread
as from your memories, I am unable to move ahead.

I cant understand why you cant love me like before
as without you, leading life has become such a bore.
For me, you were always like a fragrance
which I miss since I no longer have your presence.

I cant understand why you cant love me like before
as like lovers of the past, we could’ve been part of folklore.
Despite the odds, we could have somehow stayed together
even if it meant that fate tried to take us away far and farther.

I cant understand why you cant love me like before
as daily all I do, is to knock on almighty’s door.
I wont mind going on to sacrifice, of mine, this life
so that I can take re-birth and make you my wife.

COMPROMISE…

2009-07-11T11:27:00.003+05:30

For anyone, would it be an option that’s nice
if for something, they might have to compromise
so that what they want in life, they are able to get
and by not doing it, later feel a sense of regret?

Sometimes, in life, if you have to rise
you may have to do a lot of compromise.
Though the stage set maybe just initial
or it may be done for someone special.

Would people, I wonder, still call one wise
if they choose to stick on to the path of compromise.
May it could be something that is the need of the hour
when one decides to accept things as they are.

At times, everything would looks as a packet of lies
when futile becomes what one went to compromise.
Apart from the put efforts ending up in vain
it leaves one with a lot of guilt and pain.

PLEASE COME BACK…

2009-07-09T14:34:00.002+05:30

To my life, please come back

as it is you, whom I desperately lack.

For my mistakes, I ask you to forgive

so that, once again, your love I receive.

To my life, please come back

I don’t want to be alone as I hit the sack.

I cant forget what all you used to do

as well as the love you had that was true.

To my life, please come back

as to lead life, I don’t have the knack.

For me, in future, I don’t know whats in store

and on my own, loneliness, I cant endure.

To my life, please come back

so that my life gets back on track.

I want to get rid of my every vice

so that with you around, I can become nice.

….AS YOU ENJOY

2009-07-07T12:04:00.004+05:30

From your life, you choose to keep me away
and thought, to yourself, it was best to stay.
Though I know that you cease to act any more, coy
I cant say much as I know, life, you are out to enjoy.

In what all you said, so much, I had gone onto believe
and never even in my dreams, I went to perceive
that one day you would plan and make such a ploy
by which you would leave me and life, you would enjoy.

By many, you are and you were, a coveted lass
and all you needed was someone for time pass.
After finding me, you used me something like a toy
and left me so that you could, in life, continue to enjoy.

About our time together, I still sit back and remember
and at times, to myself, I cant help as I wonder
how, after me, you managed to find yourself a new boy
so that, once again, in life, you could continue to enjoy.

FIGHT TILL THE END….

2009-07-05T12:51:00.002+05:30

In your views, you are so very vehement
that we don’t have a future for being different.
To conceal your feelings, even if you were to pretend
to get you back, it’ll be a fight till the very end.

I still live by the memories of the past
and wonder why now its not meant to last.
Even if your mind has undergone a different bend
to get you back, it’ll be a fight till the very end.

About my future, I don’t know what’s in store
and you may make attempts so that, me, you ignore.
Since my broken heart none can ever think to mend
to get you back, it’ll be a fight till the very end.

An iota, about me, you might not’ve a worry
and the past we shared, you may go onto bury.
Even if in your life, someone else, God may send
to get you back, it’ll be a fight till the very end.

A YEAR AGO…

2009-06-27T21:07:00.003+05:30

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..

2009-06-25T20:39:00.001+05:30

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

2009-06-23T10:29:00.001+05:30

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

2009-06-22T13:23:00.002+05:30

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

2009-06-21T21:23:00.001+05:30

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)

2009-06-20T12:58:00.001+05:30

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?

2009-06-18T17:27:00.002+05:30

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?

2009-06-14T12:43:00.001+05:30

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..

2009-06-12T14:32:00.001+05:30

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…

2009-06-11T14:23:00.006+05:30

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…

2009-06-10T16:10:00.009+05:30

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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30-Nov-2008

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

2009-06-09T11:12:00.002+05:30

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….

2009-06-08T15:11:00.004+05:30

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…

2009-06-07T17:37:00.001+05:30

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

2009-06-06T19:52:00.004+05:30

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

2009-06-06T14:18:00.003+05:30

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

2009-06-05T14:14:00.002+05:30

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

2009-06-04T14:11:00.004+05:30

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

2009-06-03T14:41:00.003+05:30

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….

2009-06-02T11:03:00.003+05:30

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)

2009-06-01T17:49:00.006+05:30

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.

MUSINGS DURING A POWERCUT..

2009-05-29T22:26:00.002+05:30

Background:

This work was written during a powercut that I was made to “endure” from 8.00 AM till 7.00 PM :o..Since was at home, was made to face the brunt :(.Open to your reviews..:P

Had decided before itself the authorities of the KPTCL

by making it look, for citizens, as something really cruel

by ensuring that today, in some parts of Bangalore city

we would not have, even a little bit, of electricity.

In the morning, I was still immersed in my beauty sleep

and hearing the news, made me wake up with a leap.

I just didn’t have a clue as to what to do or say

as I knew that it would turn out to be a boring day.

So when happened inevitably the unavoidable power cut

I knew that it was going to be like a pain in the b**t.

Thought I how I would end up doing the whole day, time pass

by being at home without going to office or any tutorial class.

Somehow time, in its own way, come and move on

nothing could be done as before itself, they went to warn.

Atleast when came the evening, 7 PM, ended my grief

as the power got restored much to everyone’s relief.

JUBILATION- An acrostic

2009-05-28T12:23:00.002+05:30

J ust waiting for the Sunday

U and me, can’ve fun all day

B ring all your friends along

I nvolve them in dance and song

L aughter would be around in the air

A ll will let loose their hair

Time will simply fly

I’ll make them feel high

O h!! here is my magic wand

N ext time, I’ll make it more grand

WHY SHOULD I LIVE??

2009-05-27T21:09:00.002+05:30

Now that from my life, you have taken a leave

I cant understand why I should continue to live

as every moment, all that I am doing is enduring pain

and feel that being around is the biggest bane.

Now that from my life, you have taken a leave

I cant understand why I should continue to live.

Even though outside glows the radiant sun

to bask in it,like before I don’t see any reason.

Now that from my life, you have taken a leave

I cant understand why I should continue to live.

When in this lifetime, I didn’t deserve to get your love

I don’t want to dance to the tunes of someone above

Now that from my life, you have taken a leave

I cant understand why I should continue to live.

I see nowhere, for me, your esteemed presence

and so is becoming meaningless my existence.

MOTHER TERESA- An ACROSTIC…

2009-05-27T11:23:00.005+05:30

M iracle she was, while on this earth

O rphans, she saw to,never had a dearth

T houghts she had, about poor’s upliftment

H umility in her was always prominent

E mpathy she showed for the abject

R adiance through her deeds, she used to project

T olerance, she had in her, which was ample

E nsured that she led others through example

R eally lucky were people of the 20^th century

E ntire generation got inspired by her story

S aint, she was proclaimed by the POPE

A nother like her, we’ll get to see, I hope

DOPEY:D- An acrostic

2009-05-26T10:37:00.002+05:30

Disclaimer: Please note that I am not endorsing any of my personal views. Just a thought that came to me when I saw the prompt ;-)

D oping away to forget all my worry

O bnoxious to others as it looks scary

P owder I use is so very smooth and fine

E nlivens the screwed up mind of mine

Y ippee!,I am getting an all-time high

:D is on my face, don’t ask why

JAB THE TRINITY MET!!

2009-05-25T21:48:00.005+05:30

NOTE TO THE READER:

BOM is BARD OF MUMBAI ie CHINMAYA.(to the right)

BS is BABY SAINT ie RAJ.(to the left)

SD is SILENT DESTINY ie NISHANTH.(in between)

The stage had been, long before, set

when, the BOM and SD had met.

Though that happened nearly a year

POETRY had made distances look near.

Through his testimonials, an image he used to paint

and that was the claim to fame in the case of BS.

Something dark to write on was what SD used to covet

and that’s what made him known as the DARK POET.

Suddenly came a call to the BOM, one evening

and it was SD who said that he would be coming.

Being a BARD, he felt that it was like a reward

as to meet his colleague, he could look forward.

Soon came Saturday and in the morning

the BOM was about to go about roaming.

But he decided to take around, with him, SD

so that he knew about some sights in the city though many.

Since the SD had left his city and also his home

how he felt, its not known, as they went onto roam.

It struck the BOM that to increase some felicity

it would best to meet BS to complete the trinity.

So just before the sun set that evening

happened, after long, a sort of meeting

that atleast for the BOM was unforgettable

and hopefully for the others, equally memorable.

THE IRRESTIBLE SWEETMEAT….

2009-05-24T21:55:00.003+05:30

I am someone made out of pure milk and ghee

that to someone special, a patron used to give me.

It used to make the meeting so very memorable

as I also was equally tasty and irresistible.

Though by eating me, hunger wouldn’t appease

atleast by giving it to her, the boy would try to please.

It was symbolic of almost, of theirs, every meet

so that the mood would remain for them, upbeat.

At times, the girl would break me into two

taking one for him, the other she would chew.

Slowly and steadily, it would, in the mouth, dissolve

and feelings for each other, would slowly evolve.

Though I wasn’t something great to make as a purchase

for quite a long time, this went on as a craze.

My size, like any other, was really trivial and small

but apparently, atleast it made each other, in love, to fall.

Anyways, now, a real long time it has been

that to purchase me ,the boy I’ve seen.

Maybe one more time, to her, if he were to offer

differences of opinion they had, may turn out to be better.

EVERY NIGHT….

2009-05-22T20:06:00.002+05:30

Every night, I try hard to get my share of sleep

as I cant stop when my heart is out to weep.

Every night comes to me, your thought

and without you, in life, I am out to rot.

Every night, I think of what happened in the past

and wonder why we couldn’t, like others, everlast.

Every night I miss the love, from you, I used to get

and now without it, I feel worse than an abject.

Every night comes to my mind how we used to talk

and why, the aisle, we weren’t meant to walk.

Every night I wonder what you may be upto

and wonder as to why I have no longer any clue.

Every night I pray that my mind gets some peace

so that for a few hours, I can sleep at ease.

Every night, I wish that it, wouldn’t have to end

as the next day, without you,I wouldn’t know how to spend.

LOVE- An ACROSTIC…

2009-05-22T14:23:00.001+05:30

L ife through it, can get sublime

O nly it can stand the test of time

V ital it is for human existence

E xpecting this as a boon from providence

THE FIRST CALL…

2009-05-21T21:05:00.007+05:30

A year ago, I knew not what was in store

as one evening, I was feeling so very bore

that to “someone” I make a STD call

knowing that, in popularity, she stood tall.

Though in the background, there was some noise

there was magic in every bit of her sweet voice.

By the minute, my heart went on to take a leap

and the call, I just did not want to keep.

Days went by and talking to her became an addiction

and as passed the weeks, it was sure had passed infatuation.

By then CUPID had made a decision from above

that he gift, to each other, a lot of mutual love.

As went on,by the day, all types of conversation

all she wanted, from me, was a justification

that why not, I, to a familiar place, relocate

so that nothing could make us o get separate.

Realizing that, for me, her presence was vital

it was better, I felt, that I become again a local

so that we could plan to lead life till eternity

and ensure to give each other a lot of felicity.

Continued for some months, meets and talk

knowing that one day, the aisle we would walk.

But fate made all this look like just a trailer

by making it look that there wouldn’t be a future.

From long, she hasn’t gone to pick any of my call

and I remorse, with her, why, love, I went to fall.

Every moment makes life look its going to bleak

as even now, her presence, I eagerly seek.

ODE TO A ROSE…

2009-05-20T19:35:00.002+05:30

Dear all,

This work is inspired by many such ROSE pictures like these that can be found in Chandana’s- MYRIAD HUES album.

After a look at this, who can think to oppose

as Stein rightly said “rose is a rose is a rose”. (1)

To the eyes, it is such a pretty treat

which nothing else, in this world, can beat.

The Bard had gone onto to give it a name

as he felt that incase it wanted some fame

it could go about having a sweet smell (2)

so that others, about it, would go onto tell.

For Chaucer, were someone’s thoughts night and day

as he remembered something about the month of May.

Maybe she was really like this, so very fair (3)

as a thought made him on the face, a smile ,to wear.

Few like Bates probably had got a gift from above

as in her life, the rose was a symbol of love. (4)

Though it is something that we all expect

few are those, in its true form, this, they get.

A minuscule of them, apparently dont’ve a clue

as to what a rose like this, has as its value.

Anne Bronte went onto rightly, to those, warn

that they mustn’t s crave if they didn’t like the thorn. (5)

Ray Evans opined to leave it with the sun and rain

or else, some promise, he thought, would be in vain. (6)

Maybe by being bound by some sort of an obligation

he felt was the way to always receive gratification.

Like these can be seen in life that is a garden

for Buscaglia, it was like a friend from heaven (7)

which probably meant, to him, everything

or else, he wouldn’t even get anything.

George Curtis felt he had a magic wand

as the moment a rose reached his hand

it always gave him some sort of fragrance (8)

that, for him, was like a gift from providence.

There is much more that can be said as a power

that is there in this innocent and beautiful flower.

Generations have gone and many more will come

but eulogies on these, will be there as a lumpsum.

References:

(1) "Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose." -Gertrude Stein

(2) “What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”- William Shakespeare

(3) “And she was fair as is the rose in May.”- Geoffrey Chaucer

(4 “Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.”- Katharine Lee Bates

(5) “But he that dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose.”- Anne Bronte

(6) “A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won't come true.”- Ray Evans

(7) “A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.”- Leo Buscaglia

(8) “The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.”- George William Curtis

GANDHI –An ACROSTIC…

2009-05-20T10:43:00.003+05:30

G enerations will come and go

A nother like him, world wont know

N on violence he went on to preach

D ivine he was and mass he went onto reach

H umility he had to face any sort of situation

I ndians are proud to call him father of the nation

“PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I CAN’T STOP LOVING YOU”…

2009-05-19T21:54:00.001+05:30

Please forgive me, I can’t stop love you

through you, the true meaning of love, I got to know.

Even though like Bryan Adams I may not be able to sing

I still feel, happiness to you, I can still go onto bring.

Please forgive me, I can’t stop love you

the vows we made then, why don’t we renew?

Your love, for me, in life, is there as scarcity

as I want you to be mine till eternity.

Please forgive me, I can’t stop love you

as my broken heart, only you can sew.

Day in and day out, I endure a lot pain

which will go away, if your love, I regain.

Please forgive me, I can’t stop love you

so that we can start a life that is new.

I’ll make sure that I fulfill what all you lack

starting from the moment, you deicide to be back.

AS IT RAINS

2009-05-18T19:41:00.003+05:30

BACKGROUND: One evening, both were lazing around when he suddenly noticed something!!

HE: its raining :O

SHE:a kiss in d rain !!!

HE:: its raining..cant u walk with me?

SHE: rememeber ... 28 ways to make a gal smile :)

HE: well u deserve much more than tat…

SHE: :P

HE: chal,lets get drenched 2d bone…coz got an idea ;)

SHE: ok... tell

HE: well 1c ur thru with drenching , wil try2 carry u in my arms… n will kiss u 4 every step we keep

SHE: u will break ur neck in the first step itself (grinning)

HE: well if u break my neck, whole ni8 u'll have 2 treat me ;)

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED OUTSIDE ;)

HE: ouch.. ouch.. ouch.. ouch.. ouch.. ouch.. ouch.. ouch.. ouch.. ouch

SHE: (IN A STATE OF BEING HIGH)

love u fr each kiss ... n give u one back too ...

muuah, muuah, muuah, muuah, muuah, muuah, muuah, muuah , muuah , muuah

BUT NOW THE REALITY, AS IT RAINS, IS DESCRIBED BELOW..:(

Those days, I would deem you as someone insane

when you would feel happy to get drenched in the rain.

Even though it meant you would end up getting a cold

you would not listen to all, to you, that was being told.

Though I wouldn’t be anywhere near your lane

I would worry even if came the slightest rain.

Yet I dreamt and looked for as an experience

when I could kiss you in the rain’s presence.

So, whenever used to lash outside the rain

happiness, I wanted you to always gain.

I never once thought, on this action, I get wild

as I knew deep down, you were innocent as a child.

Alas, now whenever the clouds make it to rain

I just hope with it, goes away all I’ve as pain.

Whenever on my body or head, falls a rain drop

I wonder, why from my life, you decided to hop.

“I HAVE A PUDDLE….YOU, AN OCEAN….”

2009-05-17T21:26:00.006+05:30

You had people, who represented an ocean

but one day, suddenly you got the apprehension

that when I was trying hard to cross an obstacle

you thought it was better to leave me in my puddle.

Though I tried hard to overcome every obstacle

a hand, you never lent for me to come out of the puddle.

Options you had that were several and many

in the form of people who represented your ocean.

In my life, your presence was really vital

as I tried hard to wade through my puddle.

Not even once, about me, you made a mention

so that I could be a part of your vast ocean.

Your life now, you’ve gone on to enliven

by being with people who represent your ocean.

For me, till eternity, it’ll remain as a riddle

as to how soon, I’ll come out of my puddle

ZANY- An ACROSTIC…

2009-05-17T09:50:00.004+05:30

Z apped I am, about this, as what to write

A nother prompt, I feel its better I try

N ot able to get any references to cite

Y ou too must be wondering as well as to why

THE ACCURSED LAPTOP..

2009-05-16T20:43:00.005+05:30

Someone had once said: “…..wsh i cud buy my laptop n be wd u online ... :(…..”

Reality, as usual, is said through this work :(

Ever since you got internet connection with that accursed laptop

with me ,you decided, all sorts of contact, once for all, to stop

so that, you continue, with one and all, at the drop of a hat

to indulge in your favourite pastime of an online chat.

Ever since you got internet connection with that accursed laptop

with me ,you decided, all sorts of contact, once for all, to stop

thinking that I could no longer be a source to give you cloud nine

and hence sought to get it from people whom you got to know online.

Ever since you got internet connection with that accursed laptop

with me ,you decided, all sorts of contact, once for all, to stop

no longer, you started to feel a necessity, me, to regularly meet

as you literally had the whole world and universe under your feet.

Ever since you got internet connection with that accursed laptop

with me ,you decided, all sorts of contact, once for all, to stop

as one day you will understand what all you caused me as pain

and how technology, for our relation, turned out to be the bane.

IN THE QUEST OF FAME…

2009-05-15T21:29:00.003+05:30

BACKGROUND…

HE :“Tell me darling, do you LOVE ME or your fans??

SHE: Well, for me it matters if my fans like me ....

nothing more….

HE: So does that mean, fame matters you more than LOVE??

SHE: Hmmmm…I need to think about it dude…Give me sometime and I’ll tell you…

(Next morning that too through a message..)

SHE: Leave me alone CP…n plz move over it....let me be free CP !! i ask you only that ..

and get yourself a life ...forget me!

(and after that ceased all communication)

A work written as a reflection of the happenings described above…

In the quest of eternal personal glory and fame

you choose that something’s don’t remain the same.

You didn’t want to see me in each of my struggle

though I tried hard to overcome every hurdle.

To leave me, you gave me an excuse that was lame

in the quest of eternal personal glory and fame.

Though to achieve success, for me, was a Herculean task

I was ready to do whatever you would go on to ask.

I would walk the extra mile to make you proud

so that, one day, we could stand out in the crowd.

In the quest of eternal personal glory and fame

you felt it was no good being associated with my name.

Now, on myself, I feel worse than an abject

since my true love, you went on to reject.

For you, to leave I’ve to take, the blame

in the quest of eternal personal glory and fame

……………I DIG MY OWN GRAVE…

2009-05-14T21:09:00.002+05:30

BACKGROUND:

To someone, the bard remorsefully said……..“ (without you by my activities ) I tell u tat am slowly digging my own grave.”

Unconcerned she was, all that she said was

“ ….. but to dig ur own grave... m not the one to do that......” without realizing how much she still meant to him.

I still cant forget when we saw each other one evening

and thought that would be, to our lives, a new beginning.

From then and till now, its been your love that I went to crave

and since I don’t get it now, its better that I dig my own grave.

Only you can and will able to justify and tell

as to how you managed to cast, on me, a spell

that even now, I’ll admit that I am your slave

despite knowing that I dig my own grave.

In my life, I will always have your lack

and just hope that someday you’ll come back.

Yet for my misgivings and sins, none can save

and that’s why its better that I dig my own grave.

I know for sure, after you, there wont be anyone

and is known to you, already the real reason.

Long back itself, a word of honour, to you I gave

and since you aren’t keeping it, its better that I dig my own grave.

MUSINGS OF THE “DREAM WEAVER”..

2009-05-13T21:25:00.004+05:30

BACKGROUND: At one time, IM’s like these were common…..

……………..LOVE YOU LOADS {PYT, BD, MP, SP, DKR to cite a few…} :)

me to Dr(e)am Weaver ! ( ie DW)

………………….143 DW CP ! :)

143 ..........

Over time, what happened is described below…. :(

To him, when her love, she decided to give

from her loom, dreams, he began to weave.

Thought that with each other, life they would spend

apart from love and support, to each other, lend.

As from her loom, dreams he began to weave

motivation increased, in life, something to achieve.

Since he wanted to, in her love, always bask

nothing on earth seemed to be a Herculean task.

At times, for his follies and shortcomings, she would forgive

as from her loom, dreams, he would go onto weave.

He considered her someone very precious and divine

and so ensured that she got her share of cloud nine.

As from her loom, dreams, he went onto weave

one thing, he had never thought to perceive

that one day she would leave his heart with scars

and make it look that true love was just a farce.

Tadaptha Ashiq (Suggest a better title…)

2009-05-12T21:40:00.002+05:30

Another Hinglish poem ;)..Suggest a better title though the current one was suggested by Nivedita :D

Oh darling, what happened to all your vaada

that you will be mine, har pal aur sada.

For me, you were like the sun and raat ki chanda

and now without you, I’ve become like an andha.

Enduring life has become worse than a sazaa

and has gone away all that was there as mazaa.

I still think of you all night and hare ek din

as I cant lead life, for sure, tere bin.

For me, you were precious than any hira aur sona

and from my life, you at any cost, I don’t want to khona.

I want you to be there in my every mortal jeevan

and for now, I want to be, one day your dulhan.

Since our relation is like a barso purana

I want to lead life with you, oh my hasina.

Come back to me, without much ado, oh jaanam

as even for a moment, I don’t want bin tere sanam.

DESTINY :)-An acrostic

2009-05-12T11:08:00.002+05:30

D irection to make, lies within

E ncourages us always to win

S trive, we must, by putting efforts hard

T omorrow so that, we will get a reward

I gnites a flame to work towards a goal

N ot allowing anything else to take its toll

Y oung or old, this, ourselves, we’ve to find

:) is what my work would’ve done to your mind

NIGHTS- THEN AND NOW..

2009-05-11T21:17:00.002+05:30

THEN:

Those days, I would wait just for the night

and though you were nowhere to me, in sight

your voice, I could then, just get to hear

and make it look that you were actually near.

I would listen to what all you had to say

and narrate to you how had gone my day.

Though it was done quietly and in silence

every moment would make me feel your presence.

Came a night when for the first time we met

which even now , the moment, I cant forget.

With you, many such nights, I wanted to spend

and see to that, for both, excitement wouldn’t end.

In you, I saw the dream of making you my bride

for whom I would rush home every eventide

so that we our earlier routine, we could relive

and love, from each other, we would receive.

NOW:

All that my mind does now is to scream

at you for making me see such a dream

wherein I went onto build castles in air

and in reality, at present, they are nowhere.

From my life, has gone away all the bliss

and each moment, your company, I miss.

One thing I’ll never be able to ever understand

about this happening, why didn’t I know beforehand.

Thoughts coming to the mind, about you, won’t cease

nor will go away what has remained in me as memories.

Its that when comes the time for the day to end

I dread as with someone else, you are out to spend.

Though I try hard to control each of my tear

I cant as creeps in a lot of other fear

that in my life, I have to forever be alone

and for the nights, have none as my own.

I MISS YOU ********

2009-05-10T21:50:00.005+05:30

Forced to conceal the name of the gal whom I miss, though she doesn’t ever care a damn about me thanks to others in her life :(

I n your memories, offlate, I sit and drink

M emories we shared, about them, I think

I nseperable we were, at one time, you know

S weetheart for me, forever, is only you

S omethings of the past, lets bury

Y ours I want to be, before I feel sorry

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

U, me and us, together, life still we can lead

* ure love that I got from you, I cant forget

* adiant, through you, in my life, I want to get

* ttractive to the eyes you are, surely a bliss

* alkative nature of yours, I still miss

* ntellectual like you, I want to become

* eauty with brains you are, a true gem

* umorous nature of mine, I tend to lack

* miable that you are, please take me back

COCKROACHES :P – An acrostic

2009-05-09T22:29:00.003+05:30

C reepy they look to the eye

O bnoxious and make us to sigh

C ivilization start, they’ve been there

K ill them, we must, our health, to take care

R edemption, no idea, from them how to get

O nly way is to, about them, for a while, forget

A h!! just now I saw a dozen

C atching them, I see no fun

H ope some more, I won’t get to see

E eeks is what I say, before I flee

S currying they are and out of sight

:P is what, made me, this write

WHY DID YOU REALLY KILL ME??? (Suggest a better title)

2009-05-09T14:22:00.002+05:30

BACKGROUND:

Someone once had, rather nonchalantly, said….. “n who needs a poison to kill u ?? there r 100 other ways ..”.

Over time, the reality is described below..

Those days, whenever you said, me, you would kill

it amused me so much and gave me such a thrill.

I knew for sure that it wouldn’t happen any day

as from you, then, I was in a place really far away.

All my money, I would’ve bequeathed to you through a will

if was in your mind, an idea, to ever wanted to, me to, kill.

Yet for me, you were someone precious more than gold

as one day, to you, I wanted to tell you something untold.

Luckily for me, one day, you became a part of mine

and I thought that would be there forever, cloud nine.

Since in life, I was your JACK and saw you as my JILL

thought I, me, you would never ever think to kill.

Alas, this happiness was never meant to everlast

and now has remained, with me, memoirs of the past.

Now in reality, me you have gone on to literally kill

by walking away from my life saying we don’t fit the bill.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ME???

2009-05-08T22:21:00.002+05:30

Thought you that I, your life, could no longer enliven

and as though, from my end, it would never happen.

Hence you decided that, from me, you move on

and find someone else to show you a new dawn.

From you, there was not a single thing that I hid

about the good and bad, I told you, what all I did.

In certain ways, I wanted to undergo a change

so that, with you, one day, vows I could exchange.

At times, I know, unintentionally I unleashed my fury

and after that each time, I used to express my sorry.

Whenever that happened, it was only because of strife

and to pacify me then, I wanted you to be in my life.

Though I went on to offer on you that was unconditional

my dealings made me think that I was someone trivial.

But for me, your presence was always going to be vital

and hence I looked forward to pass each and every hurdle.

Yet, you had options that were, in number, so many

besides bounded by people of varied company

that you decided to leave me high and dry

and for which all I can do is to fret and sigh.

Since I had promised you, I’ll never find another

I am forced to worry about what will bring the future.

The days and nights are cruel and wont allow me to sleep

and leaves me every minute to myself and make me to weep.

HELLO…IT IS YOU WHOM I LOOKING FOR…

2009-05-07T21:39:00.001+05:30

Hello, it is you whom I am looking for

that too when you’ve decided to go far.

For you in my life, I’ll have the yearning

as without you, will never come the silver lining.

Hello, it is you whom I am looking for

that too when you’ve decided to go far.

All that I can do is to chant for your presence

so that, someday, I can be proud of my existence.

Hello, it is you whom I am looking for

that too when you’ve decided to go far.

For my mistakes, I pray that you forgive

so that your love, once again, I can receive.

Hello, it is you whom I am looking for

that too when you’ve decided to go far.

I just hope that one day, to me, you come back

understanding how much, your love now, I lack.

A HINGLISH POEM-(Suggest a title as well as review it!!)

2009-05-06T22:16:00.003+05:30

Thought to write a Hinglish work for once!!..May not be the way Surabhi writes with so much of aplomb, yet gave it a try..The Hindi words that I’ve used are capitalized so that it becomes easy for the reader to find out.. Regarding the title, Nivedita suggested “saajan chalee sasuraal”..

Anyways, titles, comments and criticisms are welcome, as usual!!

For me, oh dear, you were the ideal SAJANA

as those days, I had become your DEEWANA.

Since we had exchanged vows of ISHQ and PYAR

I wanted none to be around us as a DEEWAR.

With you, every moment in life, was so SUHANA

and I knew that I couldn’t have got a better HASINA.

I didn’t bother to hear what all was said by the LOG

as I was enjoying what you had given me as PREM ROG.

Yet, whenever I felt that, of our’s, RAB NE BANA DE JODI

you always felt that you were not my ideal kind of KUDI.

Thought you to give me a shoulder that was so THANDA

even though I always wanted to remain forever as your MUNDA.

Still I went onto always write and sing HUM TUMHARE HEIN SANAM

and I had decided that it was with you, I wanted to be HAR EK JANAM.

Thought I always that I tell what actually MERE DIL ME AAJ KYA HEIN

that it was HUM MEIN TUMSE PYAR KITNA, night and day.

We sang CHANDA O CHANDA, KIS NE CHURAI, TERI MERI NINDIYA

and all I wanted to see, on your MAANG, the SINDOORI BINDIYA.

All I reposed in you always was KABHI ALVIDA NA KEHANA

as there was none whom I was ready to accept as my DULHANIA.

Still, you continued to haunt me with your PARISHANI

that there was nothing left in our PREM KAHANI.

So, you easily thought that it was best to become a BEWAFA

and leave me with a feeling, on myself, a lot of KHAFA.

Now I’ve taken refuge of this LAAL RANG

as HAR EK PAL, I miss being in your SANG.

To my BAAHE, all I say is PHIR SE TU AAJA

so that we lead life again as RANI and RAJA.

WHEN FRIENDS MOVE AWAY….

2009-05-05T21:25:00.003+05:30

BACKGROUND: Recently, much to my chagrin, noticed that someone apparently very special to me (now and before) had decided to “ditch” my “friendship” that we shared online apart from the offline relation we shared since having found “greener pastures” elsewhere. Looking back, I realized I had lost many “friends” both online and offline and was wondering how it feels when this work came to my mind!!..

We might have decided to be always together

even if it meant not knowing what was the future.

Yet, one doesn’t not get words to express or say

when, from one’s life, friends decide to move away.

For some, it maybe a craze to accumulate fame and money

or for the genuine lot, it may getting caught in matrimony.

Yet, for them, a stage comes when 24 hours is less in a day

and then you realize that friends have decided to move away.

Nowadays, some find an identity in being “online”

as for them, that is the key to gain cloud nine.

The moment they stop coming across you and your way

its time to realize that friends have decided to move away.

At times, may emerge a lot of unnecessary difference

and each other may not need the other’s presence.

Yet one may feel that all these mustn’t be kept at bay

and then you realize that friends have decided to move away.

In life, as usual, lots of people come and go

and something’s, over time, we tend to know.

It is memories that are memorable that’ll stay

when you realize that friends have decided to move away.

HEARTBREAK-An acrostic

2009-05-04T21:29:00.003+05:30

H eart that I had, was only one

E nslaved it was, to a special someone

A lways it used to beat for her

R emembering that it was someone’s forever

T ime made loyalties to shift

B egan leading a life by being adrift

R ecollecting the other, it began to bleed

E njoyment in life was no longer a need

A ttack, one day, will happen and it’ll die

K nowing that even then, the other won’t sigh

THEN and NOW-the reality…

2009-05-03T22:45:00.003+05:30

THEN it was a fight for livelihood

NOW is whether I should eat food

THEN it was waiting for your ping

NOW it’s a sad song that I sing.

THEN it was love first, then lust

NOW its analyzing why it went bust

THEN it was waiting for the weekend

NOW its when life will come to an end

THEN it was wasting money like water

NOW its saving money for a quarter

THEN it was waiting for the night

NOW its for time when it’ll be bright

THEN or every work, you were the muse

NOW its blood in the ink that’s out to ooze

THEN people used to be just an option

NOW to spend time, they are the solution

THEN it is used to be your thoughts in the mind

NOW its facing life alone that’s been unkind

THEN it used to be you as the only one

NOW like you, there wont be anyone

WILL I EVER BE YOUR INSPIRATION???

2009-05-02T22:48:00.002+05:30

Of my works, now, then, forever you have been my muse
though I cant understand, how you, I went onto loose.
Yet one thing will remain eternally as my frustration
whether, of your work, will I ever be an inspiration??

Even now, of your presence in my life, I’ve the need
and through my works, I allow my heart to bleed.
Still whatever I do, I will never have the satisfaction
as I would want to know of your work, will I ever be an inspiration??

Though of someone else memories, you are bound in your mind
for me, you were and are unique, and one of a kind.
To drive away that person’s thoughts, I’ll try with all determination
or else, it will haunt me whether of your work, will I ever be an inspiration??

Though you claim that from my life, you have moved on
your thoughts keep coming to me, every night and dawn.
Before I die, I ask only thing, to give me some jubilation
that is, atleast then, of your work, will I ever be an inspiration??

THE SHAVING CREAM AND THE RAZOR BLADE…

2009-05-01T15:32:00.001+05:30

Each morning when I pick my shaving cream and razor blade

I pause to think about the place from where it is made.

Hailed from there a person, who was to me, very special

and for leading my life, I felt was always going to be vital.

Each morning when I pick my shaving cream and razor blade

I pause to think about the place from where it is made.

To face those days, I would be prepared from the moment I wake

as, happy at any cost, always, her, I wanted to make.

Each morning when I pick my shaving cream and razor blade

I pause to think about the place from where it is made.

Thinking about her would infuse in me a lot of positive zest

as I felt, that for me in life, she was someone truly the best.

Each morning when I pick my shaving cream and razor blade

I pause to think about the place from where it is made.

Now all that I hope is that end of day, from her, I get to hear

as without her in my life, silently, I am out to suffer.

HEAVENWARDS I LOOK UPTO….

2009-04-28T07:51:00.002+05:30

From time immemorial, it is known that to lead life isn’t easy

and at times, the path we have to thread, tends to be hazy.

So, whenever I seem to have any sort of clue

It’s heavenwards, I think, its best to look upto.

Though wouldn’t have waited, either the time or tide

circumstances would’ve made things to get pushed aside.

How to carry on, when I seem to have any sort of clue

It’s heavenwards, I think, its best to look upto.

The tide brings a storm which would take time to clear

and one can, till then, to sit back and wonder in fear.

About when I’ll get to see the sun, when I’ve no clue

It’s heavenwards, I think, its best to look upto.

Time is sure to bring, in someway, a silver lining

which maybe a harbinger in life as a new beginning.

Yet when it’ll happen, when I don’t have any clue

It’s heavenwards, I think, its best to look upto.