THE FIRST CALL…

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…

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…

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”…

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

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.