Monday, November 18, 2013

Last days.

Last days are always painful.
You calculate,
Worthiness of staying together.

So many yes'/no's pop ups.
You rethink,
Where it went wrong.

Sighs, Stomach aches, sleepless nights.
And then,
Arrives the conclusion.

Love doesn't lie in texting.
Love doesn't lie in caring.

Love lies in understanding the sadness and pain of the other
And making them happy. 

Even if its letting them go.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Bitch [2]

Reposting this after years. I just love this. There is no hate in this.

It was a dark rainy night.
I was falling from the sky,
I could see the dark wet earth from the sky in the lightning.
I was bleeding. My heart was missing.

Now I can see her
Standing in the rain.
In her black jacket with hood.

In her left hand was my beating heart.
In the right, a shining knife.
She looked at me with her fiery eyes.
I could see her lips starting to make a gesture of happiness.

Before I could open my mouth.
She cut my heart with the knife into pieces.
Yelling "Waste"!!!

That was the end.
I never saw her again. Neither she saw me.
We didn't exist in each others world after that.

Coffee sip

Till you finish last drop of my love.

Your rosy lips, 
As I lose the last hope of having someone to love.

As I close my teary eyes,
In response to the forbidden love and the beauty of life.

I loved  the sound of you knocking at my door.
And that's why my dear,
I always hesitate to open.

Monday, February 4, 2013

you [2];

you were like a train.
you came very slow. giving so much anticipation.
when u reached: u rocked the station.
when i realized you were gone; it was too late.
but in between, you left a lot of memories for a lifetime to cherish.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013


Why couldn't he discuss about this to us
his friends asked.

He tried to talk to you all this.
But when he called you, you were busy,
you seemed happy. You talked a lot about your company, friends and fun.
So he thought of not disturbing you.

Why couldn't he discuss with his parents
his relatives asked.

They were busy providing facilities.
They never cared how he felt.

Does he has girl friends? Somebody asked.

He thought about her, her and her.
He smiled. There were none.
Some where somebody skipped a heartbeat,
Thinking whether he will spell her name or not.

He had thought about all these.
All those questions they can ask.
He had answers. Perfect ones.
For all these questions.
But not for his problems.

He loved everyone.
Helped everyone.
He used to say,
"When you find happiness in helping others,
You will never stop doing it".

one day, he felt lonely,
as never before,
he couldn't bear it anymore.

He called everyone.
And listened to never-ending hello tunes.
He sent a lot of smilies, to everyone.
He believed smilies are the best thing artists ever created.
He cried loudly.
and felt like muted TV set.

Then he decided.

He didn't write any letters.
He found no point in it.
But he tried to recollect all the faces he loved,
earth felt his tears.

He went to kitchen,
searched for the blade.
But he wanted a never ending journey.
No come backs.
So he decided with rope.

He tied the rope to the fan which he always stared at.
Put the other end over his neck.
He felt like getting married.
He pushed the wooden stool.

Rope tightened, he saw many colors.
red-blue-green and finally white.
He felt like floating. in the air. above all.

Finally, may be he felt like being pulled to another womb.
But he believed in no God to prove it.

Last year I lost two friends. One was my +2 classmate. He committed suicide. Next week after his engagement. I still believe its my fault. I couldn't talk to him for months. If  I'd I could have changed his mind. I failed as a friend. And office boy in my office. He had heart attack. I wanted to meet him, talk to him. But I was too busy. I feel bad saying it. He left leaving my wishes unaccomplished. Please pray for them. If you don't mind. Thank you.
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