Same Body
  Same Blood  
Yet we all indulge  
   In Everlasting Mud Slinging.
I am Right You are Wrong.
  I am Big  You are Small.
Making Fun of each another
Whenever we get the chance.
They call it with Different Names.
And all most all of us are also convinced.
This Game of Hatred is played by all.

This Garden needs to be watered
    Every Single Day.

When the glass was full
I was not thirsty at all ….

Then came a storm …
And all the  Water spilled out….
The Glass was Intact
But then I died of thirst.

Infinite Paths.
Some Lit Some Dark.
Some Long Some Short.
Confusion Prevails

Books can be Referred
But a Guide is still needed.
Someone chosen by the Author.
Someone chosen by the Writer.
Someone chosen by the Messenger.

Participating in a competition
and being the Judge too.

Different Cars.
Different Speeds.
Different Lanes.

Same Destination.

Its been long since
I have been moved.
At the Right Time
I am made to groove.
Not that I could not
Handle the Lot.  
Altogether a different thing
to confront you without any Strings.

On a dull weekend evening
Pondering over life
With a hot cup of tea in my hands.

I watch the  celling and the big lights.  
Those beautiful rectangular doors.
Those Color Full Curtains swaying.  
The  dark paintings on the walls.  

Such a wonderful place I have
Enjoyed that hot cup of tea of mine.

Too many thoughts entangle me
Unable to see
Pressed the Ctrl + Alt +Del Key.

Some are Climbing Up.
Some are Climbing Down.  
Every Soul  in motion.
Bodies Stagnant.

A Long Long Time Ago
Came a Man without an Ego.
He would Sell Fine Lemonade.
And as Time Passed by
Many Many did accolade.  

As time passed by
His clients got bored
And slowly dwindled.
So he had to offer perks
And good discounts.  

Soon came many more
who would offer Lemonade  and more.
The Market Place got Crowded
And Thousands also doubted.  

The Original Seller
had to do something
Else would be wiped out forever.  
Retorted to Brainwashing his Clients
Spreading Lies and Deceits.
Some came in his sway.

Soon many Sellers went away
And a few still decided to stay.
Now the Original Seller is still selling.
The Old Lemonade in a new way.
But is always so scared of a few.
Aware  that the lemonade has to change.

Remove the darkness
to get the Light .....

Cut from the Tree …
Thrown in the River …
Rough Flow ….
Twists and Turns ..
Bruise and Cuts.
Going with the Flow….

Once again you stare back at me.
Desperation mixed with Silence.
Every Moment is now so Precious
A Single Error may cause Death.

There is a long long way to go
But yet the Path is not even Set.
Deceive me as much as you Can
Forever now I will Withstand.

Loose Ends will now be Discarded.
No more Pleadings. No more Warnings
Once again the path will be Set.
Journey to the Final Destinations Awaits.

Those Inviting Eyes.
Never Ending Smile.
Nostrils Flaring By.
Red Lipstick Electrify.

My Heart goes Awry
Lips became Dry.
Things get Prolonged.
Emotions go Beyond.  

Matter of time Now.
Moment of Wow.
Desires Incomplete.
Transfer Complete.  

Those Inviting Eyes.
Never Ending Smile.

Full Moon
Late Night
Lustful Mood
Desperate.


Protection Misplaced
Search Begins
Finally Found
Happy and Relieved

Importance Given.
Gentle Handling.

Fun Starts
Happiness Prevails
Loud Cries
Satisfied.  

Finally Thrown Away ......

As long as you have that Mask On.
You can go as long as you want.

Full Moon with Deep Craters.  
High Tides and Strong Winds.

Too Hot and Bright Light.
Fell Off and Nearly Died.

Was awake last night
Stubborn mosquitoes bite
The clock ticked away.
Now I am tired all day.

I find no interest in your daily deeds,
Nor in the company that fulfills your needs.
Your attire, your pet, your meals each night,
These details fail to bring delight.

I care not for tales without validation,
For truth alone sparks contemplation.
Governance shifts from poor to worse,
An endless cycle, a binding curse.

Your thoughts of me, like fleeting air,
Are weightless whispers I need not bear.
In the realm of mind and soul, I dwell,
Unbound by notions others tell.

For I once asked him.  
Why is it that I am all alone too  
He smiled back and replied
“ Son you dont need anyone.
You are Unique.  
You came for a Different Purpose.  
Find the Same if not as yet.  
And when you find it.  
You will be all and contended.“.

A Being with an Axe in Hand.  
All alone in the whole wide world.

An Old Tree was his only friend.
Giving him all to his contend.

For hours they would talk
Without any block.  

The Winter Seasons then came
The Axe was finally put to its use.  

He did not realise what he has lost.
As the wind blew those ashes across.

Do not discard me yet, I plea,
For hidden within, a treasure may be.
A paper of import, forgotten, unseen,
Its secrets and worth, like a hidden dream.

For even the simplest things we may forsake,
Hold magic and wonder, ready to awake.
So do not discard, my dear, don't forget,
The importance it may still hold as yet.

The Small Brush in Hand
Just like a Magical Wand.  
So many Colours to choose.  
Nothing much to loose.
Out he went to Paint the Wall.
Following All the Protocol.
Too bad his efforts were wasted.
As that Wall was already  Painted.

So many parties, brands we wear ,
Stress to impress, keep up with their pace.
Networking or Socialising they say,
Deep down even we don’t know
Is that we simply feed our ego.

Passages to your Soul....
Complete and Whole....
Firm and Delicate...
Air Resonate....
Randomly Flare....
Beautifully I Swear.  
Lost in that Maze
Desires Raise
Trapped Infinitely
So Intimately

In life's vast canvas, countless paths await our eager footsteps, each leading to a destination fueled by passion and love. These diverse trails offer both long, meandering routes that mirror the slow, tantalizing exploration of a lover's touch, and short, direct paths that evoke the quickened heartbeat of anticipation.

As we embark on this journey, contrasts abound – some paths cloaked in the mystery of night, whispering secrets in hushed tones, while others bathe in the gentle embrace of dawn, where affectionate gazes linger like morning sunbeams. Our steps traverse varying terrains, akin to the rise and fall of a passionate heart, navigating rocky challenges that amplify our affection, or wandering the smooth lanes of comfort that mirror tender embraces.

Among these pathways, connections flourish. Some routes brim with bustling encounters, like chance meetings that spark the fire of attraction, while others carve out solitary passages, allowing us to savor the intimacy of quiet moments. This journey encompasses a range of emotions, soaring to heights of euphoria and descending to depths of longing, weaving a narrative of love that unfolds with every step.

Through this intricate voyage, we embrace the choices that kindle our passions, crafting a tale of romance. Our path becomes a dance of emotion, inviting us to delve into the depths of connection and devotion. Love's threads weave seamlessly, turning ordinary moments into extraordinary memories, an exquisite journey etched with the strokes of affection and tenderness.

In a vast, endless desert wide,
Few souls, weary, lost beside.
Thirsty, tired, under the sun's strong sway,
Comes a man, climbing day by day.

Up the mountain, he strives and fights,
Through day and night, reaching new heights.
An oasis found, a haven afar,
Guiding lost souls, like a guiding star.

Documenting the path with care,
For future generations to be aware.
Some follow the way, others stray,
In circles they go, to return one day.

Travelled in Light and Dark ...
Kept on walking...
Sometimes Blind.
Sometimes Confined ...

Walking on this path is easy |
Let go....Let go....Let go....
Walking on this path is smooth |
Go Slow Go Slow Go Slow.....

When I was born.  
I was sharp and long.
Would communicate so well.
So smooth was my Journey.
across the pages so lovely.  
As time passed by
I became slow  and blunt.
Life was treating me unfair.
The pages would also tear.
Then came in the Sharpner
and Sharpened me again.

Trying Hard to fix the Leak.
Successful in one place.
Leakages in the other .

The world was a prison i thought....
But  understood now
That some Relationships are too.

Walking on the promenade tonight.
Waves Kissing the rock on one side.  

That Sound resonates infinitely.
Bodies being washed intimately.

Lovers sitting on the other Side.
Talking and Watching  the Tide.

As my walk comes to the end.  
Left me with lots to comprehend.

And then they are times
Maybe Seconds , Minutes or Hours.
Days , Weeks or Years.
You are all alone.
No one to Speak
No one to Listen
Many come and go
Some Stay a while
Some Stay a bit longer
And then go
Expectations may never be fulfilled
But there is still hope
That someone may stay for long.

The quest continues for the one
who loves what I love .....
what she loves I love....
No Boundaries whatsoever .....
Love her profoundly forever .....

Out of the many races we run
One of them is companionship
where both are compatible
Running together
Sometimes one in front
Sometimes the other
Maintaining a small distance.
Over the years one may became tired
while the other may not.  
The Distance increases
when a time comes
Either one  becomes Slow
And the other one
Runs away too  Far...

Lal rang ki saree ka jawaab nahi hai.
Aisa lagta hai ki Rooh ka libaas hai.  

Haseen Badaan  ko chupati bhi hai
Dil kai dhadkanai kau badaati  hai.  

Kamaar ki woh thar tharanaa.  
Kamil naaf ka woh chup chupunaa.  

Woh gehri aur nazuk sai sozen kari
Aap ki khobsuraati ka izafa kar dehti hai.

Lal rang ki saree ka jawaab nahi hai.
Aisa lagta hai ki Rooh ka libaas hai.

From Start to End
They Flow with Many or Few Bend.  
Sometimes they Dry ....

Comfortable
Illuminated
Stress Free
Silent
Dead End.

Dear  enchantress of beauty,

How could I ever overlook your pulchritude, when your radiance shines so brilliantly? In the garden of existence, your essence blooms with unparalleled allure, captivating all who have the privilege to behold your splendor.

Like a scarlet flame amidst a sea of blossoms, you were a rose of extraordinary allure. Your petals, kissed by the sun's tender caress, exuded an intoxicating charm that enraptured hearts with its vibrant hue. You were a masterpiece of nature, a symbol of grace and elegance that left admirers in awe.

Yet, amidst a tapestry of flowers, each vying for attention, it is not that I failed to notice your captivating presence. Rather, it was the fear of shattering the fragile silence, the hesitation to disturb the delicate balance of your existence. I stood there, spellbound by your ethereal beauty, my heart aflutter, lost in a momentary trance.

Oh, the regrets that now haunt my spirit! I yearn for the chance to embrace your ephemeral grace, to gaze deeply into your eyes and bask in the warmth of your enchanting aura. For in that fleeting moment, I sensed a connection, a cosmic thread that united our souls, transcending mere physicality.

Know this, my ethereal rose, that your pulchritude remains etched within my heart, a vivid memory that refuses to fade. Though our paths may have diverged, and time may have cast its relentless shadow upon our encounter, the memory of your allure lingers as a testament to the marvels of creation.

And so, dear pulchritudinous being, do not mistake my silence for indifference. I was but a humble admirer, captivated by the brilliance that emanated from your essence. For in that encounter, I glimpsed the extraordinary, and it forever left an indelible imprint upon my soul.

With longing and admiration,
A silent witness to your beauty

In a Garden full of Roses.
One Rose was mercilessly plucked.
The Beauty of the Garden still remains.

In a garden full of roses fair,
One rose was plucked with utmost despair.
Yet the beauty of the garden lives on,
Amidst the echoes of battles, fierce and long.

In the realm of war, where innocence bleeds,
Where souls are lost to desolation's deeds,
The analogy we find, though stark and grim,
Reflects the anguish when lights grow dim.

As petals fall and hopes are crushed,
Innocent lives, in wars, are unjustly hushed.
But amidst the chaos, a glimmer remains,
The resilience of hearts, where beauty sustains.
For the garden of life, in its bittersweet array,
Knows tragedy's touch, as colors may fray.

But the essence of humanity, enduring and true,
Shines forth with compassion, in all that we do.

Though shadows cast upon the land,
And sorrow weaves its mournful strand,
The beauty of unity, we must recall,
In healing the wounds, mending the sprawl.
For wars may tear, but hearts can mend,
As empathy and love we extend,
In honoring those we have lost in strife,
We strive for a world free from endless life.

In the garden of roses, a message we glean,
That peace, not violence, is the eternal dream.

May we learn from the darkness that stains our past,
To ensure innocent lives forever shall last.

Those which he plucked
Finally Ended up on his grave.

In the End.
Always the same...

But for me  ...
Its always the same ...
No Matter what I do ....
In the End Everything  
Remains  the same.

In a Far away Desert
She made a Sand Castle.
Hard Work Finally Paid.
Then came the men with their horses
Broke everything  with great force.
She lost everything and cried.
Built the Sand Castle again.
Then came other men with their horses.
Broke everything again with great force.
She lost everything once again and cried.
But Built the Sand Castle again.
She would Build and They would break.
This has been going on  for so long.
The Sand Castle now remains
Waiting for the Horses and its Men.

Came out of my Shell.
Explored and Enjoyed.
Played along for a while.
BackStabbed and Hurt.
Unhappy and Sad.
Going back into my Shell.

Long Roads
Narrow Streets
Abundance of Talent
Await Recognition
Very Few Succeed
Endless Wait for the Rest.
The Show Goes On.

Cant live without her.
Shes mine.
Waiting for the Sign.

Shes in my Mind.
Shes in my Soul
Complete and Whole.

Cant live without her.  
Shes mine.
Waiting for the Sign.

Her Silence is killing me.
Afraid to even ask
For I may loose her for ever.

Cant live  without her.
Shes mine.  
Waiting for the Sign.