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Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Its Gonna be U :)

Lingering under the star-studded night..
even the new moon looked so bright!
lips stops at whisper ..
hands start to quiver ..
pounding of my heart up it blew..
hatching the special word for me and U !!

Emotions so feather smooth ..
smile with a magic to soothe ..
Eyes as the beacon of hope ..
attitude tough to cope..

Thanking the gods in heaven..
for such a wonderful woman..
Hoping it’s not a wondrous dream ..
My heart does gleam …
life just feels new
hatching the special word for me and U ..

mickle to say,mickle to carry ..
all I know is Ever if I marry ..
being my wife,sharing my life ..
Its gonna be U ..
Its gonna be U ..

Sorry to Say :(

all that i have is sorry to say…
good and bad , my life was a sway
you came up and showed it a way ..
since i saw u der was never one day ..
for you to the lord i always pray ..

The onus of guilt is hard to bear..
loosing you i wat i most fear..
just like a tsunami wiping me clear..
god forgive me and make her hear ..

Never will this ever repeat ..
will never let u feel i am a cheat ..
i promise you i will be neat ..
just gimme a chance for your adjacent seat ..

words fall short for wat i have to say ..
forgive me all that i hope you may ..
dont think its jus all a bray ..
all i really have is sorry to say ..

Pain Personified

pondered my whole life..
the onerous search for the perfect spice..
for chariot of life to be ridden
in the gardens of Eden !

life’s never fair as it goes ..
never know what its shows
situations from harrow predicament
to the resplendent denouement!

waiting for the righteous dream..
resulting the solution
for mastering the destiny’s realm !
never again will it be so strenuous
with the doors of salvation contiguous
colors of joys sparkled all my way
enchanting would be every moment of my day

in the midst of this beautiful dream
came an epiphany as a devils scream
horrifying will be life without pain
a bit of loss spices up the recipe of gain !!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

R.I.P Me !

Petrified under the colossal dorm ..
to this stupendous world i felt as a worm
crying at the gods mistake so egregious ..
plans of him felt so perfidious..

denouements went inverse..
and situations diverse ..
life's full of harrow anecdotes..
staring at the invisible ways..
longing for the luxurious days !

Thinking of the things to be made right ..
onerous task of decrypting life all in one night !
last drop of my patience ceased ..
and there i lie on the bed deceased.

Set on a route to heavenly abode ..
away from words so vituperative ..
to a place where life's no more deceptive !
swaddled in the softest fleece ..
may my soul rest in peace !!

Friday, August 21, 2009

"Sorry" doesnt mean anything !

left there heart broken..
ground under me completely shaken.
Swirling in my mind..
the first glance when you seemed so kind!
all the promises we made..
suddenly turned against me as a renegade!
Named my love as a "facade thing"..
but frankly my dear after all you have done..
"Sorry" for me doesn't mean anything !

Amorously enchanted although it was a lie..
you completed my life
and the journey was swift with you nearby !
bragging with my friends how good u are..
such a vivid "homemade sunshine" u were..
Kills me the feeling of being a simpleton...
cared more than my life while you were upto a wanton !

Sorry was the only word you had..
blamed on me as it was all my bad !
all i know is that life goes on and on ..
plenty of girls have come and gone .
The scar you made hurt so deep..
your memories bundled up as a heap!

Still fresh in my mind the day..
you named my love as a "Facade thing"
but frankly my dear after all you have done..
"Sorry" to me doesn't mean anything !

Friday, August 14, 2009

This I-Day !

Its not the matter of being patriotic or chauvinist ..
Its not the matter of being libertine or extremist..
Its not the matter of being from north or south ..
All it matters is if ur a Indian from heart or not !

I still wonder why is our patriotism at peak when its I-day or the R-day .. We Indians still live in what i shuold say the "political dreamland". Isn't that irony that we Indians were voted as the most patriotic bastards in the whole world going gaga over our past present and the future are also voted as one of the most corrupt people in the world. Yeah ! I know the first thought which striked your mind is those carpet baggers and babus who have mongrelized our sublime civilization .. We never accept our own mistakes. Leave aside what Gandhi did .. leave aside what Lalu did .. just think for once what did you do make this country a better place to live? have any thoughts..

Even though i am writing such a grandiose speech over here .. i can barely regurgitate two or three good things i did for my motherland and i am pretty sure same is the case with you too. Now ask your heart is it consonant for you to dream of living in a "better India" of which you were never a part of .. for me the feeling would be proportionate to the nostalgic feeling when i go to any of my acquaintances house.
what you have heard till now is the voice of your heart and if your not satisfied then you should think twice because you are too steeped with problems.

Luckily, for me i have been to places and have dwell-ed in different parts of country. The status quo is not rosy anywhere.Where in the north people are loving and caring with excellent entrepreneurial skills the depth between rich and poor is too deep, South has its own problems of regional chauvinism and political turbulence in spite of its better infrastructure and pool of human talent.But here in the east the situation seems too grim to handle. Leave aside austere lifestyle people cant even afford daily dosage or them and their family and the masses belittle those facts.The masses everywhere presume this to be their fate and follow their life conscientiously.

I not a expert nor a god..i am too a proletariat.. I too don't exactly know where to start or what to do ... What i know for certain is that something has to be done.In the present zeitgeist Lata Mangeshkar's "Vande Mataram" seems to fit perfectly.Just remember as a sermon of an every Indian-

Lucky are those few who get a chance to serve their motherland ..
no treason is bigger than hiding that helping hand !

So milk out every goddamn trifle chance to make our country a better place to live.Remember we are the Generation of change .. the change which would transmute the world's face. Be a active part of it and relish your success and set an yardstick for the generations to come.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

a midnight thought !

at the stroke of midnight..
when world felt soo enormous..
dallying under the swathe of moonlight ..
and my heart felt soo languorous ..

with fatigue which had totally absorbed
matters of sheer importance felt so venial ..
heavenly seemed that austere bed ..
thoughts for future seemed so trivial ..

closing my eyes comes the first strike ..
dejected for the incomplete task..
and the airy success which i still bask..
tomorrow is a new hope ..
one step closer to the sleep dope !

time for the second gripe ..
a longing for the pleasure at home..
fancying my stingy hostel as a heavenly dome !
counting my days in this bloody hell ..
eagerly waiting for that freedom bell !

at the end of the line..
was the love of my life ..
a balm swept through my spine..
dreaming of the day when she would be my wife ..

then i was lost in the endless night ..
blank as black till the morning light !