Sunday, September 12, 2010

AFTERMATH


My sheer hatred in anguish spills
This sudden damned loneliness kills
The brain for an escape wildly drills
A sound is no sound but piercing shrills....

To be cheated on isn't an honor
Being taken for a ride is no manner
Your lies and the half truths together
Have botched up my trust in you forever....

You treating me that way definitely kills
Doing a good riddance to bad rubbish thrills
This sudden unwarranted freedom almost grills
The memory of my dead love burns and chills....

 The pain of being cheated on is huge....

The Way We Were


I am pretty
and yet torn
I am lovely
and still strong
I am lonely
and very worn
I am curt
and do often scorn....

I do miss
and so I mourn
I do feel
and so I sense
I do heal
and then I think
I do hurt
and inevitably spurt....

the weather
doesn't affect me
the barbs
don't harm me
the coldness
doesn't kill me
the warmth
doesn't melt me....

am I living
or am I dead
am I happy
or am I sad
am I good
or am I bad
am I right
or am I mad....

I am very much
the way you left me
but sadder and pained
madder and drained
and yet I wait
in passion for you
to get back
and be with me
the way we were
whenever you will....


Waiting for someone who has left, who may or may not get back is an exercise in itself....many emotions gather along with the anticipation of the person's return. 

Saturday, September 11, 2010

TURN ME ON

Turn me on
The way I want to be turned

Hold me strong
The way I want to be held

Laugh with me
And let the humor stay

Walk with me
And never do stray

Appreciate me
Even if you lie once in a way

Give me your time
For moments become memories gay

Bear with me
Being wise all the way

Understand me
And love me till my last day....

I would call them just simple, elegant truths that we desire and cherish.....

Friday, September 10, 2010

The Crux of the Matter

I was standing
Lonely in a crowd
Tired and fatigued
Completly washed out
When I needed
It the most
You appeared like
A welcome ghost
A huge mug
Of cold coffee
You deftly bought
And held out for me
You noticed me
And my beauty
Had I charmed you
Or was it pity
As I held the cup
To my lips
A bond formed
I was beyond my wits
Because you understood me
Ten out of ten
Even though you were
A complete stranger then.....

Two years hence
I was again lonely
Crowd or no crowd
What did it matter to me
You were no more
There as a friend
For you had chosen
To take the bend
True, we didnt
Get along all that well
Was it only my fault
That apart we fell
Couldnt a small
Little mistake of mine
Be forgiven
For the sake
Of a life long smile
We broke up bad
And I was again
Beyond my wits
Because you didnt
Understand me
Five out of ten
Even though now
You were no stranger
But the closest of my men.....

Sometimes you find that a person understood you better when he was a stranger to you and cruelly misunderstood/disappointed you after you had made him the most important person in your life.

No Second Chance

A glorious sunset
In a multi-hued sky
A vast unending ocean
Spread out far and wide
I want to feel the warmth
Of the lovely fading sun
I wish to be involved
And have a little fun.

Yet my feet are dry
For I dare not venture
No, I dont want to cry
The hurt is now anger
Being cheated on does pain
Mind and heart it does maim
Then moments turn into memories
We a left with good and bad stories
Matters not you were buttery or sincere
After all, life is only a tenure
Time one way or other does fly
But once bitten twice shy....

Being alone again often furnishes time for some self-reflection and also helps in taking a stand...



i love....

i love the fresh smell of mud in the rain
and the traditionally dressed sexy looking men of spain
i love senseless laughter in the middle of the night
and snuggling close to my hubby on a long distance flight
i love friends pouring out their heart to me in trust
and sex that encompasses mutual love and sheer lust
i love those sweet smelling roses of every hue
and walking barefoot on the grass that bear the morning dew.....
 
These are a few of my favourite things....that rhyme lol

Sunday, September 5, 2010

FATHERS AND SONS

Father: You must study. Education is broadly a means to live and learn.

Son: Father, I would rather live and earn - a lot of money.

Father: Money isnt everything, my boy. Money doesnt necessarily by happiness. In fact, the best things in life are free.

Son: Not anymore, Dad. Today money talks. Money makes the man and money is power.

Father: Take if from me son: the greatest wealth is to be content with little.

Son: But little things are supposed to please only little minds, Dad.

Father: Dont underestimate the importance of little things, son. A twig in time becomes a tree.  A little stone could upset a cart. And a small leak might sink a ship.

Son: Maybe, Dad.  But I would rather believe that nothing succeeds like success and excess, and as the end justifies the means, who cares whether I get to the top of the ladder by hook or crook?

Father: The watch it, son. The higher you rise, the heavier you fall.

Son: I will risk it, Dad. After all, nothing ventured is nothing gained.  No pains, no gains.

Father: Suit yourself. But forewarned is forearmed.

Son: Never mind, Dad. I will cross the bridge when I come to it.

Father: Things done cannot be undone.

Son: But Dad, I thought it was never too late to mend. Also, doesn't too much care kill the cat?

Father: A cat has nine lives, you dont. So you would do well to keep to the straight and narrow path.

Son: But all the roads lead to Rome, dont they?

Father: Still, honesty is the best policy. Crime or scam doesn't pay.

Son: Well, who not, if one means business? After all, doesn't practice make perfect?

Father: If you lie down with dogs, you will get up with fleas, you know.

Son: Oh, I couldnt care less. As they say, when you cant beat them, join them. Anyway, when in Rome why not do as the Romans do? Why be straight and suffer in an unethical society?

Father: Son, thats like saying 'when in Turkey, dance as the turkeys do' and make an ass of yourself. Now, be quiet, my boy. Remember, silence is golden.

Son: Okay Dad, if keeping quiet is good and silence is golden, then why does the squeaky wheel get the grease?

Proverbial wisdom of the ages....Does it make us wise or otherwise...??


A TEACHER'S DAY


Teacher: Tum bade hokar kya karoge ?

Student: shaadi..!!!!!!

Teacher: nahi, mera matlab hai kya banoge?.....

Student: dulha.!!!!!!!!!!!

Teacher: oh, i mean bade hokar kya hasil karoge?

Student: dulhan

Teacher: IDIOT mera matlab bade ho kar mummy papa k liye kya karoge?

Student- bahu laaunga

Teacher: stupid tumhare papa tumse kya chahte hai?

Student: pota

Teacher: he bhagwan, tumari zindagi ka kya maksad hai?

Student: hum do humare do, jab tak teesra na ho......!!!!!!

Being a teacher isnt really a cakewalk....You need more patience than you can collect...lol
Thanks to my friend Deepak Kumar Thakur for this piece of humour.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

HANUMAN

You prime naughty one
Prankster to fore
The strength within
As never seen before.

In your heart resides peace
In valor no defeat
Even as you bow to your Rama,
He bows to touch your feet.

There are so many tales
Entwined in your magic tail
Sleepy tired eye children
Want with you in dreams to sail.

To your steadfast might
I ape and pray
Your deeds of goodness
May make my broken day.

This poem is written by my friend, Manvendra Singh, who says he is into spiritualism these days....

POEMS WRITTEN BY WIFE AND HUSBAND



This is the best and most civil way to have a fight between husband and wife instead of resorting to physical force...

Poems written

by

 WIFE and HUSBAND.

WIFE:
I wrote your name on sand it got washed.
I wrote your name in air, it was blown away.
Then I wrote your name on my heart & I got Heart Attack.


HUSBAND:
God saw me hungry, he created pizza.
He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi.
He saw me in the dark, he created light.
He saw me without problems, he created YOU. 



WIFE:
Twinkle twinkle little star
You should know what you are
And once you know what you are
Mental hospital is not so far.
 

HUSBAND:
The rain makes all things beautiful.
The grass and flowers too.
If rain makes all things beautiful
Why doesn't it rain on you?
 


WIFE:
Roses are red; Violets are blue
Monkeys like u should be kept in zoo.
Don't feel so angry you will find me there too
Not in cage but outside, laughing at you.....

Thanks to my friend Deepak Kumar Thakur for this one...LOL