Secret Admirer

There she stood besides the tall trees
There was hustling of leaves with a small breeze
I was watching her from a distant path
Careful enough to hide, so that no one sees

I was a secret admirer, an amateur poet
There was nothing which my lips uttered on a glance of hers but a sonnet
Life can be blissful with her presence
Without her, I was a diamond without a facet

As she walked across the hill
I watched her, keeping absolutely still
My eyes lost the movement, my lips mumbled smatterings
But I sweated even in a Nordic chill

I love watching her hair play with her
With the slightest breeze they shift places annoying her
Still she holds them straight and smiles at all
Like a fairy she vanishes in the deep forests of fir

The Flower Girl

It was the day we all got dressed up
It was the day, when it was all messed up
I was playing the near perfect host
But somehow I was not all charged up

There she stood in all black attire
Her burgundy hair were flowing like rivers of fire
A sparkle in her eyes made me smile
Her sweet scent of divinity spread across miles

She held a pack of roses, crimson and gold
It was a love story in my eyes, unheard and untold
Days like this rarely happen
When the petals of the precious edelweiss unfold

Her finesse was cherubic yet mystically divine
I was surely in love and this was god’s sign
I wonder what to do now
Her eyes were engulfing my heart like pools of wine

Mano -a- Mano

There are some wishes for which a man can die
There are some things for which there is always an inner sigh
Her hand in mine would be my dream
That would be the best gift of all which money cant buy

I imagine her walking besides me
Our shadows become one as we see
Mano – a – Mano we walk slowly towards the sunset
With the clouds coming in and the sun about to flee

I hold her soft hands in my rough palms
I have a look at her; her smile is ebullient but calm
She pinches my hand like a little child
I bring her close to my heart, in my arms

The sun has set as we sit on the hill
Her head on my shoulder, as the winds bring a chill
I pray to god this moment remains forever
She is the one whose gap I would never be able to fill

Mano – a – Mano we walk back
As the full moon sets in, crickets come out of cracks
Life can be blissful if your wishes come true
You only live in those moments and there is no looking back

Angel Eyes

I have never been so silent and lost
Her eyes have taken my soul at all costs
I am trapped in her mystical brown eyes
Away from the whole world, I got my much awaited prize

Her eyes are like a magic potion
Spells move around in the ocean
I am unable to do anything but see
And her cherubic smile finally got me

Who says that heaven is beyond death
I found my heaven, before my last breath
She is the angel I was looking for all this time
She is the one for whom my words begin to rhyme

Her chocolate hair and her pristine scent
Has taken over my heart, soul and mind to full extent
She is my ruler and I am her slave
There is nothing more in this life for which I crave

Wishing for Love !!!

They say praying helps a lot

So pray for what you never got

I pray wishing for your love

Seeking your love I pray to god

They say angels help a lot

So wish to an angel; the one who lingers in your thoughts

With your cherubic face on my mind

I wish for the girl whom I always sought

They say go and wish in the wishing well

So I ask the fairies as my heart swells

With you my love inside my heart

I can even agree for a soul to sell

I am tired of angels, wishing wells and god

I am tired of wishing, asking and praying a lot

But I keep loving your more and more

And come what may I will always wait for your nod

Brother in Arms

It was a late evening when a sharp cry made everyone aware that the newborn was here. It was not a fancy hospital, no nurses or doctors to attend but a cold night with bright twinkling stars. Mary saw her baby and smiled within. It was her first born and she was delighted to see the little one. Meanwhile as she looked at the baby she was also aware of the tough life he awaits as he grows up but then wasn’t everyone in the ghetto was destined for it. Maybe this one will have something better in his hand when he grows up.

Time lost its importance as I grew up from a little baby to a young handsome lad called Fred . Every now and then I used to see my reflection in the puddle of muddy rain water and realize that I was fast losing my childhood. No longer did I jump with joy and showed affection to my step brothers who were born after my father died and our mother moved to another neighborhood with her new husband leaving all her kids to her old sister who limped across the alley to manage me and my half brothers.

One night I noticed that another young boy sitting across the alley with nothing but a bag and a big rod which was almost inside the big head of rubbish that lied on the corner. He must be looking for something which he lost I thought knowing that seldom did young boys came to the dirty alley adjoining the ghetto of the most livable city in the world. After sometime I saw the boy leave with a grin on his face and he vanished into the lights on the other side of the street. I often sat on the dark end of the alley as my eyes shone seeing all the fancy stores with cakes and breads and clothes and shiny objects kept in a very eccentric manner across the glass barriers with all the light being focused on the cherries at the top.

As the evening grew dark I realized that a shadow appeared in the almost dark alley. The sole lamp at one end glowed as I realized it was the boy I saw earlier. He held a big loaf of sweet bread which looked fresh and savory. "He must be a rag picker who sold his collection for the day", I thought. He sat down on an old box under the lamp as he saw me and the twinkle in my eyes as I stared the bread. I hadn’t eaten since last night and I would have loved to devour that loaf. As he started eating, I sat there controlling the saliva in my otherwise dehydrated mouth. He saw me and offered me the last bite as he gobbled the rest of it without any haste. I was glad that I could snap the last piece before he would have changed his mind. Rarely does it happen that a stranger would share his food with you and today was my lucky day.  

An acknowledgement came up from my side as we shook hands after the meal. He introduced himself as John from a distant hill town who came to the city in search of a job. He looked barely fourteen with his thin stature and freckled face. He showed me his stick which had a loadstone at one end to capture any metal pieces. He used to sell them to the scrap dealer and buy his meals from the local deli. He slept in one of the big water pipes abandoned long ago by the municipal board. He had made all arrangements already to ensure a cozy night after. I told him about myself and introduced him to my half brothers who were busy playing regardless of the time. John moved back as he took off to his den and promised to meet the next day.

We met the next day and moved around the ghetto to collect some scrap, I wasn’t of much utility to him though we talked the entire day about our past lives. I told him about how I ended up being nothing more than an urchin despite repetitive efforts to break the clutter and move on to a greener pasture. By the time he ended his day, we had walked a couple of miles from the Ghetto and incidentally crossed over to a rival gang’s area. Though it was still daylight but one of the boys there saw us and gave a loud cry to his gang. Before we realized we were surrounded by them and in our defense we had little more than a loadstone stick and some pebbles. I don’t know whether it was the adrenaline in my brain or the debt of the sweet bread a night before, I gathered courage and before they mustered courage to attack I had taken two of them down while I shouted a war cry. John ran towards the pole which marked the beginning of a new block which was marked as out of bounds for the gang here. While I was not aware of the blows and wounds I received, all I knew was that I had passed out and could hear only faint voices around. I felt like I have died and am on my way to the world beyond. When I opened my eyes I realized that I am not dead but was lying in a shanty with John looking over me. There was another couple of young boys standing beside him. I realized that somehow John managed to bring me out of the brawl and save me.

“You almost passed out when I shouted for help and these two boys helped me to send back those guys away from you. These boys here are the real heroes, they knew how to tackle them.”, John told me as I found my way to a cup of some warm milk. Instead of me being the savior it appeared that he became the savior. The two boys were armed with sticks and bats and were known for their animosity with the alley gang. Though they were no friends of us but they did save our lives this time.

After the incident, John and I became almost the best of friends, though both of us knew that in the ghetto no friendship can last beyond hunger and the desire to outlive each other. Our case was a bit different, we fought for each other and soon enough others in the alley knew that we cannot be separated. One fine day John invited me to share his water pipe house with me and I agreed with utmost pleasure. That winter was perhaps the most comfortable winter of my short life, though I was not yet so old but occasionally I did feel a jerk in my legs when I ran too fast or for too long.

With the cold weather giving way to spring, life was at its usual pace, brawls in the alley, food hunting till late evenings, daily hustle and bustle with my half brothers for whom I had no regard earlier. Slowly I developed a sort of respect for John as we lived together. Sometimes even despite us being so different I felt that he was more than a friend and even much more than a brother to me.

Slowly days passed and it was almost a year since I met John. Amongst all the fights we had, today we had something which was pretty nasty. He was angry with me and simply walked off as I tried to explain him about my point of view but to my resolve he was not ready to listen. He walked alone too far and I could not make sense of which direction he went. I was tired with my ailing leg which got a nasty nip when I tripped over some broken glass pieces. I even had a little limp in my walk. The day passed and as the sun started to set I heard a loud cry. It was Alfred the eldest of my half brothers. He ran as if there was no tomorrow. He came to the opening of the pipe where I stood. He told me that John was surrounded in the other alley and the gang was in no mood to let him go today. I lost all sense, did not think twice as I started running. With each leap I felt the pain but I ignored it, for the first time I saw Alfred running besides me. I never thought he would but there he was. As we reached the alley we saw John on the road, lying down surrounded by the gang boys who were ferocious with their weapons and teased the injured boy. I asked Alfred to pull John to the side as I distract the gang. It was my time to repay for all the brotherly love and save him. With a big leap I jumped on the old trash cans which lied at the end of the dark endless alley, I saw a couple of them distracted, no matter the time lapsed between our last fight they still had the grudge against me. Leaving John aside they started crouching towards me. I was scared but I stood there with a slight limp. I stood as I was surrounded; I knew it would be almost impossible for me to get out of this time. The last I remembered I had beaten two of them down to the floor which the other two got me by my neck. Before I closed my eyes for the last time I saw that Alfred had pulled John to a side well towards a safe block. He stood up and shouted with a stone being hurled towards the gang but I knew that this time it was too late. The pain in my leg and in my life was about to end. I took a deep breath, thanked god for the swiftness and closed my eyes.

After some time John called for help and Alfred brought all my step brothers to fetch my body. All of them surrounded me. John lifted me up as I lied in the pool of my blood. I was lifeless but he kept holding me in his arms. I wish I could tell him how happy I was. He never treated me like a man treats his dog. Alfred and the pack started howling as tears came down John’s eyes. He moved slowly towards the sunset. I felt comfortable even as I knew that I will miss those days of brotherhood. A couple of street urchins across the street shouted and asked John – “What happened?” “My brother died.” , he replied   

    

QLC - A twenty something phenomena

Hi,

I am 25 and counting. I am an MBA & an Engineer from ivy league institutes of India. I have several hundred friends (most of them are relatively as successful as I am tagged). Some of my friends even say that I have almost everything that someone may ever desire. This year became a turning point in my life. I joined the real world after almost two decades of a protected environment. Though I had tasted failures before, the real taste comes when there is no backup. Anyways I along with several hundreds of my friends am suffering from a common phenomena which was completely unknown some thirty years back. That phenomena is called QLC or Quarter Life Crisis. Maybe this is due to the fast paced life these days but almost everyone I know of my age is suffering from the symptoms of this disease. Recently a friend of mine sent me a mail describing the situation. I could absolutely relate to it. I thought why not share it with those who read my blog too. So here it goes. In case there is anyone who is not suffering from any of the symptoms please please contact me and do let me know how to tackle the situation. :P

BTW thank you RG for the mail.

BEING IN TWENTIES – Something I want to share…

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. You may make friends in your job life that would ever cherish in your heart or you may think why for that short time I met him/her.

You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to your twenty-something friends... maybe it will help someone feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion...

We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis...”

Love Letter from a Financial Analyst to Her Love Interest

Dearest Most Valuable Asset of My Balance Sheet,

Since the day I have fallen in so deep in love with you, just like the stock market fell in 1929, I have not been able to hold back my feelings which are as vulnerable as goodwill on a balance sheet of an Internet firm, I am writing this special love credit note to you. My blood flow is surpassing the cash flow of all the stocks trading on the Nifty 50 as I think of you. No longer am I rational as a technical analyst, your love has made me as irrational as a retail investor in an uncertain market. I hope there is no uncertainty on the trading floor of your heart as I have already bought all the shares of your love and left none for any other potential investors. I will go bankrupt if you declare that your balance sheet and income statements of love were over stated.

I hope that you will take care of your sole shareholder and not issue an FPO for other potential buyers. I am really scared of the PE firms which have been luring you with their skimpy skirts, overstated assets and perpetual proforma cash flow. I do not seek any immediate dividend in terms of gifts and presents. I hope that this relationship as long lasting as between Warren Buffet and Goldman Sachs. You know I am not a Venture Capitalist who has been involved in risky investments in the past. I look for moderate returns and a loyal management which takes care of its shareholders. According to my friends you are grossly overvalued at the moment but looking at your past performance and future prospects as a lover I see a bright future with you. I firmly believe that you will outperform the market of potential suitors and shower me with the heaviest of dividends of love even though I am not expecting anything too soon. Hope that one day there is a merger between the two of us. Love you more than Bloomberg.

Financially Yours

A Financial Analyst

Love Letter from a Marketing Manager to His Love Interest

I dont know if you guys will like it but I did found it amusing as I wrote it down. Hope some marketing lover chic falls for it.

Dearest Consumer of My Love,
My happiness has no bounds, ever since you have successfully endorsed my product of love. You have not only helped me achieve me the required consumer penetration level but also given me the assurance that my love as a product is amongst the most superior ones available in the market. As you are a new user to this exotic product, I would further like to highlight that I would from time to time come out with new campaigns both above the line and below the line (metaphorically and literally) to make sure that you remain a valuable patron of my product. My product comes with a lifetime guarantee of assured service in terms of care and affection and we do not intend to take the product out of the market after a desired trial run in this relatively unexplored market. The product promises you to provide you with excellent after sales service and loyalty points which can be availed at regular intervals in terms of goodies like chocolates, dresses, jewellery and other products depending upon the number of love coupons that you have accumulated. You will also be provided with excellent benefits which will make you realize that the previous products that you used were of inferior quality, however since my product is a marked at a premier price, I would appreciate that you take good care of it by regularly servicing it with your feminine affection. I hope that you are enjoying the experience and you would continue with my product for a lifetime. You are free to call my toll free number 1800-LOVE-YOU-FOREVER for 24X7 service.

Yours Lovingly
An Anonymous Brand Manager

Life is a Song !!!

Living my last few days at IIM, chatting with friends, reading a book with no deadlines, enjoying the February breeze, listening to vintage jazz....and off course taking an 8 hour nap.....This is what bliss is all about....

Anyways some random thoughts are wandering in my mind....so here they are

You are the singer and life is a song
It can be a solo or a duet
It can be either short or long
No orchestra needed and no high pitched clarinet

You start with a few notes and build upon time
You can sing as bad or good you want 'coz no one should care a dime
You can have a few backup singers
To help you out when you voice lingers

You need'nt have people for singing to
You may have an occasional audience, you will always have a few
You can sing an opera or whine your blues
You are the centerstage singer wearing classy suede shoes

You can sing a duet with the one you desire
You can sing in the moonlight, you can sing by the winter bonfire
You are the singer and life is a song
Sing as loud you want, sing as much as you long

A late Valentine's ....

In the midst of a journey of a lifetime, I completely forgot the fact that it was Valentine's Day last sunday. ....Woooowww hold your horses...There is nobody to write for...atleast for now...but still if I don't write on such a romantic day....I would not be a true romantic (poets and writers are supposed to be romantic)....
Anyways have been listening to quite a few old songs these days and the mood has been mushy (sounds lame isn't it)

This poem is dedicated to Aphrodite (Greek Goddess of Love)

When I lie down in the night, your thoughts linger around
True love is like an edelweiss, once in thousand springs is it found
Life is incomplete without you, still I try to fill in the void
Life without you is a sinking ship, it is hope that keeps it buoyed

Another spring has come across my lonely heart this year
The birds are chirping and the end of the winter is near
Romance flows with the breeze, no matter how blind and deaf you are
But I sit alone in the shadows of the fir, waiting for you my dear

Life is sometimes all about love and celebrations
Life is an event that lasts a lifetime while love is added jubilation
My life is still waiting to be blessed by destiny
I am still waiting for the moment of truth that is the irony

Fortune favors the brave, yet I am not a coward
I wait for the blessed spring, when blessings from heaven would be showered
When love will bloom all around my life
When the cherry blossom trees on the distant hill will be flowered

Love can be so weird sometimes
On a silent dull night you hear ringing wind chimes
You smile for no reason at all
You feel the spring breeze on your face when it is still fall

Dedicated to all the love birds around and to Aphrodite ofcourse
Yours Truly

Is this a mystery or a dream !!!

Is this a mystery or a dream
Nothing seems to be in its place, nothing is what it seems
Am I amidst clouds or am I lost in my thoughts
Is she a mystery or is she a dream

I seem lost when I wonder what is going on
Nights pass by my restless soul, and sun shines on me at dawn
I am not able to understand what have I lost and what have I gained in my life
A life which is marked with significant turmoil and strife

Is this a passing phase of my imagination
Will it ever become a reality or will it be only a perception
I fail to comprehend why does this happen to me?
When I closed my eyes from the world and did not wish to see

It is not easy to feel what I am feeling right now
So many emotions overpower my mind, I don’t know how
I pray to god, either take my pain away
Or just don’t put me into the fray

A Night at Marine Drive !!!

It was a usual summer night in Bombay, the moon was shining bright in a cloudless sky, the Arabian sea was calm with a few waves coming in to the shore. There was an unusual silence that night, unusual as Bombay was called the city that never sleeps. As I crossed suburban stations and went towards the city, I remembered the last encounter with the city of dreams.

April 2007: It was another summer I spent away from home, this time it was Bombay. I never realized that my entire life would be spent moving around the country. It was 10 PM and I was standing at the bus stand in Pune to board the Bombay Pune Expressway night service. I planned to reach the city by midnight to catch up with some friends who were reaching the city that evening. So I stood there staring at the ticket booth as if prolonged staring will make the window rise up and make a magical hand issue a ticket.

Suddenly it started to rain and I cursed my luck as I ran to the shelter nearby overlooking the highway. Now I was drenched, hungry and waiting for a bus with no sight of the bus. Few other passengers were also standing there but I guess I was the odd one out. Meanwhile an announcement was made at the depot that the bus will be reaching two hours late as it had some engine problems while coming to Pune. "I am going to spend my night at a bus stand", I said to myself. Meanwhile as the rain died down I looked for something to eat, saw a Vadapav stand nearby and went ahead for some grub.

I ordered two Vadapavs to be packed for the night as I went to fetch a magazine in the adjacent stall. To my surprise it was Priyanka, the girl from the party I attended last night at Razdan's. I went ahead and said "Hi !, remember me?". "Hey, you are Akshay, from the party yesterday, right?".
I nodded as I sighed that she remebered me. "So, what are you doing at a bus stand half drenched in the middle of the night?", she said. "I am going to Bombay to meet some friends, who are reaching there by midnight."I said. "Hey why dont you come with me, I am going to Bombay too, perhaps I can drive you off.", she said. I couldnt have thanked god more that day. I was saved from spending the night at the bus stand eating vadapavs and reading India Today.

So, we started off the journey in her black Santro towards Bombay. "So, what are you doing in Pune?", she said. I told her that I was an intern at TIFR Bombay and came to attend the party a friend threw on his birthday. Now I was going back to meet some classmates and then rejoin my work. "But, you live in Pune na, so why are you going to Bombay?", I asked. "I move between Bombay and Pune for work, I am a news correspondent with The Times group.", she said. "I am to cover a page three party in Juhu and I am running late.", she added.

Yesterday night, I was at a party a senior from college threw on his birthday and I was introduced to Priyanka there. But it was nothing beyond the casual exchange of "Hi" that took place then. Now we were really talking as she drove on the expressway. "For a girl you drive pretty well, all girls I know hit something or the other every other mile", I said. "Well you dont know many girls then.", she commented. "No, you are not every other girl" I said as I gave a fiendish grin. She turned on the radio as Elvis jumped around with his guitar singing heartbreak hotel. "I like your choice of music, not many people like jazz", I said. "Well as you said I am not like every other girl", she smiled back.

Now I was shocked, never had I seen such a swift response to an otherwise harmless pickup line. Anyways nothing serious, we chatted along as rain drops started hitting the windshield. "We can change on the wheels after the stopover at Khandala, you can take rest for your new report then.", I said. She smiled back as the speed slowed down due to lower visibility on the road. After an hour and a half we reached Khandala, stopped for a refill and coffee. As we picked up a packet of chips, I took over the wheel and started the engine.

We started off and were back to the chat again, discussing random stuff. As i turned the volume up on an old song on the radio, I started to hum along and did not realize when I started to sing.
"You don't sing that bad, infact you sing really nice", she chuckled. It was more than a complement for me as I asked her to join the song. As she got lost in her voice, I switched off the radio. She stopped suddenly shying away her face as I smiled. "Why did you do that, I sing very bad, it's just because you asked me to join did I sing.", she complained. "So what does your girlfriend do?", she enquired. "I will let you know when I get one." I replied.

Meanwhile my phone rang and I got another shock, my friends' train was running tweleve hours late and they would not reach before five. Since I had to meet them, so I would not be able to go home either, I thought. "I will get down at Churchgate, as I took the turn to the city across the bridge." I told Priyanka. "You are already early for the rendez vous, so why dont you wait for another hour at Juhu while I finish my story and then I will drop you at Churchgate?" She asked, and I nodded. "You can take a walk across the beach as the hotel is just by the beach" She said and I smiled.

"Well, here we are madam, Bombay" I said as the sign above the road welcomed us in Marathi.
In the next twenty minutes, I zipped passed the city's busy roads which are usually packed with cars as I drove in to the Marriot. "I will be back in an hour"she said as she took her bag, "I will be in the coffee shop, meet me there" I replied. I dont know when the one hour passed by as I sipped a Mocha watching late nite boxing at the all night cafe.

"Hi, sorry to keep you waiting, but you know na...", I shhed her as I asked her to sit down and ordered a coffee for her. "Lets take the coffee out to the porch, the breeze is really nice", she asked and we went out on the open sea face. "You know how sometimes the sea breeze reminds me of my childhood when I used to sit by the sea all evening and eat ice candy." She said in a nostalgic tone. "Lets relive those days then", I replied and took her hand as we rushed to the car. "Where are we going", she asked, "nowhere" I replied as I took the western express and then moved towards Churchgate station."Ohh, I forgot you have a meeting with your friends, but its at 5 AM, its only 2 now", she said, "I know", I said. Instead of turning to the station I parked the car at the 24 hour pizzeria opened last month. "I am very hungry, you want something?" I asked. "get me a couple of slices and a coke", she replied. I came back with a large pizza and two cans of coke and asked her to come out. We sat on the boardwalk facing the seas as we munched down the pizza. During those two hours we chatted as we were long lost friends sitting across the table for lunch not realizing it was the wee hours of the night. Fortuately that night, no policeman came across to ask us what we were doing there. It was 4 AM, both of us were feeling sleepy but as I had one more hour to go, we sat there on the bench facing the sea. I didnt realize when we fell asleep, I was woken up by the phone ring and I realized it was 530 in the morning and I was late, but then I realized that Priyanka was holding my arm as she slept on my shoulder.

Though this story is purly a figment of my imagination, it has a few elements of reality. Dedicated to the city that never sleeps- Bombay. I miss the days I spent at TIFR during the summer of 2007.

The Lonely Ranger

The life is a long journey with no destination and no point of departure
Its like an infinite arc of unknown aperture
We all start afresh alone in this world
And we all leave alone as we lie on the sepulcher

Meanwhile as we grow, we meet people on the way
Some greet us while some move without anything to say
Some of them become nobodies as we move along
Some people have important roles to play

I too met such a person while walking alone
With vivid memories of the monsoon bygone
I tried to say what I felt in my heart
But I never able to overcome the force that tore me apart

I knew that my journey is a lonely ride
So why break the rules and go against the tide
Happy endings occur only in the books that lie around
True love is always seen, felt and lost but never found

God Played Dice and I Lost !!!

How should I tell her that she is much more to me
How should I make her look at what I see
I still dont know where I am and where I will be
But I know what I am and what about her do I feel

She doesnt know, I admit this and am helpless
But my feelings for her are nothing but selfless
Beneath my laughs and smiles which the world sees
No one has realized the pain I have, no one knows the real me

God is playing dice with me as the bet
For years I have been pawned around the silhouette
Am I destined to lose everything I desire
I believe the last spark is dying down in my inner fire

I still wanted her to read this before that spark blows away
I do not know where should I start and what to say
It was a rainy evening, when I first saw her and fell in love
As autumn sets in, my heart is crumbling and blowing away

A little crazy thing called LOVE !!!

Love is a crazy emotion for those who feel it
Love is a feeling that leaves no heart which deals with it
Be it the love between Romeo and Juliet
Be it the love of freedom and wars fought for it

Be it the love for a son in a father’s heart
Be it the bond of brotherhood which binds two men so far apart
Be it the debt of life a boy holds to his mother
Be it the love for the nation that breaks the shackles of bondage apart

Love is not a taboo, neither is it a source of pain
Love is the pillar of strength; it’s a boon and not a bane
Irony lies in the fact that we don’t know love that well
Calling it names, a path too dangerous to hell

I request all the wise men around
Love will die and lose ground
Lets not fill hatred into the minds of the impressionable
Lets spread love because love should be all around

Shayari

आसमान में बादलों का आज डेरा है

मेरे दिल में उनके अक्स का बसेरा है

उनके हुस्न के चर्चे करते हमारा दम निकल जाए तो क्या घम है

उनकी शान में तो जन्नत और खुदा भी कम है

फ़िर क्यों उनकी याद में आज यह आँखें नम् है

गीतों के बोल क्यों गूंजते नही , सारे साज़ आज सम् है

उनकी याद में आज हम शेहेर शेहेर भटक गए

मगर वो बेवफा हमारी मोहब्बत से ही पलट गए

Dedicated to all the people who are in love !!!

Yours Truly

Athena & Tim

The was a little village far in the country
Where people lived peacefully and chores were sundry
There was a pretty maiden called Athena
And a young lad called Tim who worked in the foundry

One day Athena went to the village fair
The wind was huffing and puffing through her dark brown hair
She went to the blacksmith and asked for a pair of tongs
Tim stood up mesmerized and uttered with flair

There you go milady, these are an excellent pair
No more do you need to take the bread off the fire in sheer despair
Thank you sir, she said, here is your two shillings
I hope they are as good as you say here

It was meant to be, they often met at the village fair
Eyes met, smiles were shared, and salutations were in the air
One day, on a cloudy day the maiden went to the witchdoctor
Her father was ill and she was in despair

You must get the potion from the sacred village
You must be careful and avoid any spillage
You must cross the forest in the night
The forest is not for the weak and you must show courage
Meanwhile the foundry closed down
And Tim was on his way to leave town
He met Athena on her way to the forest
She was limping on the pebbles, dust crowded her pretty gown

To be continued….

Woh Lamhe

Woh lamhe jo guzar gaye unpe aansoon na bahao
Woh khushian jo beet gayi unki yaad se bahar aa jao
Gham aur khushian aur bhee aayengi zindagi main
Iss raat ke andhere se niklo aur ek nayi shamma jalao

Ujale ke darmiyan nazare unke bhee honge
Iss samandar ke darmiyaan kinare bhee honge
Unke deedar pe hum uss din mar mitenge
Jiss din zindagi ke darmiyan who hamare hee honge

My Love

She is chirpy and ebullient

Her voice is so very melodious and fluent

Over the smallest matter of joy

Her heart becomes so jubilant

Her eyes are the deepest see of fleece

I often recall her looks as Lebanese

As I resolve my soul watching her

My soul dives into divine peace

Its not that her mind is not mature

To the deepest eternity of her heart she is none but pure

She removes my grave doubts

She is my divine light for sure

Her tresses are like woods of mahogany

Touching and not getting lost would be the biggest felony

I lost my heart to her long ago

But I am sure it found its long lost memory