Journey..

 What a strange journey,

 where do the ends lie?

What were we aiming for? 

Neither he understood; nor I.

Smoke rises from the lamp,

 along with the light

This dream I floated in, 

it has broken tonight.

Congrats to you my dear, 

on your charming loving find

On drawing so close to someone, 

that you left others behind

You will take your love and build a whole world a-new.

Whenever this evening comes I -- I will still think of you.

The city sleeps...

Under the dark night sky,the streets
dimly lit by the street lights,
the sinners do the sin,and the city sleeps..
when men transcend into savage beasts,
and forgets every sense of being a human,
the city sleeps..
when each night an innocent life falls prey
to the cannibal hunger of men,
and the desire of living dies,
the city sleeps..
where women are taught to protect
their dignity and pride,
where men are not taught to be tamed,
can ultimate freedom as such ever be attained??
with the shining and extravagant outlook,
and the claim to be the best,
and behind the veil the darkness prevails..
where do we stand today?
when the truth is being stabbed each moment
and evil lives and winks,
and yet the city sleeps..

Search me not....

Search me not when December ends..
Search me not when the lender does not lend..
Search me not beneath the tomb..
Search me instead in my mother's womb..

Search me not when the dreams die..
Search me not among all your lies..
Search me not when all colours fade..
Search me in the rainbows instead..

Search me in the most peaceful lore..
Search me when you can take no more..
Search me when you are driven ashore..
Search me deep within your core...

For now its time my love to say goodbye..
I promise neither one will cry..
This is the best for you and me..
This may make us what we wanted to be...

TO LOVE...

When you look back at time,
Do you ever wonder how life would have been if that one single life changing event did not happen??

When i do, I go back to that chilling december night..
29th it was.. Year 2010..
If I did not make that call,
Maybe I would still be wandering about..
unsure of what I would like to do with my life..
Going out with tons of guys, struggling to find the right one..
But maybe it was already decided..
Maybe when I now think about being single it seems so appealing.
but maybe that phone call actually did make my life..

But yes one thing, I never regret for one moment, what followed..
It has been great.. And it will continue to be..
happiness.
sadness.
fights.
breakups.
patch-ups.
cries.
heartbreaks.
heartaches.
sharing.
caring.
All of it and lots more..

Maybe life would have been different had I not made that call.
But it certainly would not have been any better than this..
Because I got the most precious gift of my life..
A jackass best friend whom I would not even consider dating if it was not for being impulsive..
Who was there all along,supporting me through it all, and we were busy laughing it off!!

So here's to my impulsiveness..
And here's to being loved and adored as a couple while thinking we could never pull this off..
(We did.. And we did great..)
And above all, here's to LOVE...

P.S : I LOVE YOU..

This one's for you and me..

Well, changing life and changing times often snatch away a lot from us..
But as they say, some people leave their footprints in our hearts..
When i see people blabbering on about best friends and bonds,
I sure feel bad an a wee bit jealous,
 but at the same time i know what happened perhaps happened for the best..
We grew up.. Well, you sure did..
New friends, new way of life..
We parted ways..
But one thing I can say, no one can replace you..
No one could and no one will..
I know you probably will not even read this..
Actually I don't want you to..
Because few things are best left unsaid..
So, summing it all up..
No matter where you are or how you are or with whom you are,
I would always wish for the best for you..
Be happy always..

P.S : I love you.. Always have and always will..

P.P.S : This is the only decent picture I have of us. The only picture for the matter..

To Monsieur..

Hey there monsieur,

Was it you the other day?

Was it you who passed by??

Was it you who believed in another try??

Monsieur, was it your scent??

Smelt so known.

Was it your breath??

Felt so own.

Did you pass me by?

Did you ask for another try??

Monsieur say bonjour to your mistress..

She ain’t the one you hide..

Say, she is beautiful with an envious pair of eyes..

Monsieur   do u remember the rain drenched night??

Do you still remember our last fight??

It is your mistress who gets your name.

As I always have been for you “the game”.

Monsieur, when you make love to her

Do you think of me??

When you look at her lustful eyes,

Tell me what you see.

When her nails dig deep into your skin,

When she moans in pain.

Do you remember my tender touch??

Do you remember me again??

Tell me monsieur, was it you the other  day??

Was it you who passed me by

On the thirteenth day of May??

Tell me for once as I say goodbye.

As I took an oath to stop believing your lies.

I bid adieu to all,

As it is my time to go.

As my monsieur is dead,

And buried deep within my soul....

What to do?

When your insecurity becomes your obsession,
when inferiority gradually overshadows sanity,
what is it that you should do?

When death seems to be the ultimate temptation,
when the lanes leading to heaven seduce and tempt you,
what is it that you should do?

When the fallen angels cry for their lives,
and unknown voices prophesise your homecoming,
what is it that you should do?

When you sit there idle not taking the last train home,
or perhaps you wait for the angels to come,
to kiss you and bless you with immortality,
take your life and grant your soul sanity,
what is it that you should do?

Should you bid adieu to such a cursed life?
or should you live on with your eternal fake disguise?
should you promise your man his beautiful children’s grace?
when your womb itself is no more a pristine place.
or should you escape when a night is starry,
and let your children grow in the womb of virgin Mary?