Move on...

Crushed in the Love Crash, She stood.
Move on! I said. Tears filled, She asked,
“If it were you, Could You?”
Smile filled and wiping her tears,
“Not once, But Time and again,
Yes... I have moved on”

“One summer dawn, still at school,
When my first crush thought,
That I was worth the trash,
Tears filled. But, I did move on…..”

“When the crush next,
Put her dreams first,
By the time she was cupid struck
I had moved on”

“When the girl of my dreams,
Walked away with the man of her dreams,
Heart wanted a halt,
But life forced me to move on”

“Once love sacrificed,
For a social compromise,
Turning back with a good bye,
Once more I had moved on….”

“Crushes move on….
Crashes move on….
Life moves on…..
And so I and You too should move on”

Wiping her tears… and looking into her eyes,
One selfish wish. Not Said But,
If she does not move on…
I may not move on….
But, if she does move on…..
TOGETHER, We will move on…

A Four Letter word Called LOVE--- PART 2

A Four Letter word with many a synonym….
But still nobody tells me what does ‘THIS’ LOVE mean?
The quest in me pulled the trigger…
And the bullet went to a ‘BETTER’ saint for answer.

“What do you think” he asked,
“Well, 1+1=3, sometimes more” my intelligence basked...
“Few questions,” That was him, “May clean your perception.
Love is not such a simple mathematical equation”

“The first question. Your first Infatuation?”
Me” The maths teacher I went for tuition!”
He giggled, “U learner, she teacher, anti poles.
So, Love not Maths… but Physics, Dirty Laws of Attraction…”

“And did she bother you with her anatomy..."
Surprised Me, Cool He, “so love is also botany...
Gastric imbalance and so a Chemical reaction...
The formulas of chemistry in action...

“Senses don’t work and Brain always foggy”
Surprised Me, Cool He Smiling, “Love is also Zoology,”
I, “Whats in your Heart... Do you say LOVE is a science in short?”
He, “No, Love is a art”, Me “What”?????????????????????

He showed me a painting abstract…
I perceived that to be confusion by heart…
“Bother to see you will find a Soul”
I bothered, but tough, “Yes I do”, I fooled.
He smiled and moved, So Love is an art, do I conclude?

And to my shock he. “Love is thy, I know u fooled, “
“And not Lie but true,
Many a synonym.... Many a Meaning...
But..... Still nobody tells me what does THIER LOVE mean?”
For a change ---- This time It was he and not me….

A Four Letter word Called LOVE--- PART 1

A Four Letter word with many a synonym….
But still nobody tells me what does this LOVE mean?

From Adam and Eve days to the Arabian Tales…
Romeo’s Juliet lives still ... and Cleo’s venom still kills...
Kingdoms Died… Godly Secrets and Davinci codes born...…
But still nobody tells me what does this LOVE mean?

Souls Shared ... Hearts teared… Deaths Kissed…Sleeps missed...
Hours of belonging is like a dose - wanting more and more….
Seconds of separation is a pain deeply boreD.
But still nobody tells me what does this LOVE mean?

He thanks thy “Miser! Stingy hips”
She thanks thy “Mine blessed! Six abs pack.”
Rest thank thy- BLESSED inner self, LOVE is blind, God giggles…
But still he doesnt tell me what does this LOVE mean?

Colours recoded, inner secrets decoded,
A valentines day born.. (Urgency wanted 14.3 to b 14.2)
Love punished and a Childrens day born… (Urgency forced a 14.11)
But still nobody tells me what does this LOVE mean?

Un seen faces lost... And then the sound of death songs...
In Love… Communication highways not very long.
Reality Strikes…Shattered images of Celluloid pose alike...
Desires Crash… Losers more and winners less….

Undefined LOVE still wins and lives.
Many a synonym.... Many a Meaning...
But..... Still nobody tells me what does THIER LOVE mean?

Me & God - The Tale of Love and Hate.

Years ago,

When the stars twinkled, and the bells ding donged,
and jack and Jill sang along……
I was shown a friend called God, the one who always smiled.

I was told that when in pain and need- to go to him
for he blessed every life to b blissful ever….

I wondered as I gazed and asked if he can; He smiled and just gave a wink….

Times rolled,

Pains were plenty, the needs were too lot…..
and every time I went to him…
he would just smile and wink at me….

Although pains may reduce … it would still pain.
Although needs were met…. more needs popped up.
And I was always wanting his blessings but saw him nowhere.
And everytime I went to him, he would just smile and wink at me…..

Times rolled,
And the seed of want grew into a weed of hate.
I hated him for not being there for me always…
for all the pains he left me to dwell with…
for not keeping me smelling the fragrance of good fortunes…



Someone said.. i have to create my own destiny…..
And so I walked away from my friend,
never bothering to look back and…
determined not to see him again…..

Through the journey many joined,
Being there and caring me, and walking beside all along,
and slowly pains were too less… needs were too little….
and life for the first time was very blissful...

Times rolled,

A loved friend of me reminded me that I had a blessed life…
and that was a disguised gift by the one forgotten …
The one who smiled and one who winked…
but wanted me to learn the life toughest way…my way.

And as I listened, I realized,
all those who came along walking beside,
loving me, guiding me, helping me, comforting me,
They were all who loved him,
and they loved me the one who hated thy.

One more time I went back to him,
With the forgotten love now flowing full,
But still he just smiled at me and winked.

Times rolled,

One by one those who walked beside are going away.
the one who gave me birth is out of the world,
the one gave me life gone forever,
the one who made my way blissful blown by the wind.
the one who gave me the smell of love gone with her beloved.

For now again I Love my friend,
and again the pains are too many.
For now I like him again after a long time
and again the needs are too heavy.

Time will again roll….
But lemme take a break….
Ask him why he wants me to hate him again
and what disguised blessings are for my take…

One more time I am standing in front of him,
gazing at him... waiting for his answer..
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and as ever he just smiles and winks at me.........

The Vagabond...

Cracking within….Emotions forced
to react. Armored Heart barricades
the thoughts, Motion Laws forced to fail…
allowing the dictation of the acts.

Cupid’s arrows...the Eden’s apple…
Questioned Integrity…Blamed a Chauvenist…
Motions forced to react… But armored Heart Blocked.
Moving on determined… eyes on the last frontier.

Distractions thou plenty. but had to Ignore affection...
Escaped attention… Belonging no where.
Neglecting love… sowing weeds of hatred…
Loved to be hated… Moved on like a vagabond...

Inner peace inhaled… Self masked… in the land
Of charmers … here I am… in a royal poise…
Wiping away the pains and hurts… Buddha reborn…
In a brief halt…safe and saved in this disguised sainity.

Behind the armored heart, a thirst unquenched…
All Barricaded reactions is now a force within…
For that frontier to be gifted back for those souls...
Sacrificed. Laughed at...Lose... I may as I move on…

But Here... Remember, I am Just a Vagabond.

The Spring arrives...

Fluttering the wings and
Flying west with its gang
The white bird winks at me…
Morning sun smiles bright…
Once again… The spring has arrived…

The touch of green crayons…
amidst the browns after fall…
Butterflies around on the innocent buds…
Young and colorful Lady Earth…
As again….The spring has arrived…

A sober painter is all gay…
A nature’s poet is all set...
Farmer’s glee ready for the harvest...
Lost I stand in the promise around….
all again…. The spring has arrived…

The winking white bird knows…
The smiling Morning sun has seen…
The butter flies are back to remind…
The promises that remain…To restart..
Time again… The spring has arrived…

Underneath I too know….
The many promises I owe to spring…
Every time she arrives… I give a Promise…
The annuals of school to the annals of Love and life…
Promise again… The spring has arrived…

Burnt in the Flames of summer…
Washed down in autumn…
Losing track in the mists of winter…
Promises awake again today.. a new beginning
Hopes again…. The spring has arrived…

Resolute I move… afraid of …
the warnings… Promise again…
to keep up the promises that Remain…
Fear of the Engulfing warming…..
My Breaches may see the spring....
........................... never again…

Alone when it is dark..

The darkness engulfs and the dark within embraces….
the lonely heart which loved being lonely is today on the run....

Walking lonely when it was bright the pastures were green.
and the Heart loved the touch of dark shades as nature’s bless.
It needed a lonely soul to see the beauty of the darkness then.

Today….. The soul wanders lonely… blinded by darkness throughout….
Darkness is not so beautiful when nude…
It’s so rude and slowly poisons this lonely heart.
And this Heart is on the run wanting to be lonely no more.

There were angels wanting to walk beside when it was bright…
and warnings tht a lonely heart is a devils paradise…
But warnings ignored, it needed a lonely soul to see the beauty of the darkness then.
That day was bright… touched by the just shades of darkness. Read as nature’s bless.

As darkness engulfs and the dark within embraces….
The lonely heart which loved being lonely is today on the run….

Knocking the doors of all those angels wanting to walk beside
Its dark… may be those angels realize darkness is rude when nude…
Doors remain closed, calls unanswered…. And the voice within says…. Run…..

The lonely heart which loved being lonely is today on the run….
No more wanting to be lonely … Not wanting angels beside…
At the least a glitter of hope by a Lamp that kills the venom within.
not just butterflies but drive away the stomach demons vying for a total take aside.

The lonely heart which loved being lonely is today on the run….
Angel or a devil never mind but My God please show me light.

THE PEARL

In this silence

When nobody listens

i cry aloud

When i think about

this wretched day

that just passed away.

As Tears roll

I sink deep

deep and deep

in the waters

to that deep inside Me.

and deep there

i pick the pearl.

the pearl for which

the sink was for.

With the new found pearl

i regather

to tear the waters

at the top gear

and get out of

the sea of tears

Iam back and now

i need someone to listen.

anybody listening?

Let the Reason be MY LOVE

There have been wars before and my words have blown away all warriors…
But never before in a battle ground … have I looked for saviors.

I have believed am destined to rule… and to conquer all hates…..
Why here my destiny fooled…. Oh! Is today a date with the fate.

I rely on my sword to save me on this date of being hated…
Will your word of love save you from the doors of death being greeted….

As your venomous tongue kiss my lips… the ones to have won wars for my world…
The Magic of my words have failed me… in this battle for you oh! my Bird.

I rely on my sword to save me and to die another day..
And…only the word of love will save you. Dear! Whats your say?

Don’t hate me for that word… which saw my sword behead the one you loved..
But love me for the reason…… and let the reason be love..that Love ..... My Love.

The North Star

Far below my eyes she stands,
Alone on the shore,awaiting...
far away from her but below there…
I see her man lost in his sail….

His hopes in the lashing blues...
His eyes on the guiding me...
His prayers not wanting,
to lose me in a black engulfing…

He knows at the shore she waits…
He rows faster to reach there before night…
the shore in sight... and below there,
in the two faces, the smiles lost hours before arrives….

Hugging each other...
He looks at me with thanks
She smiles at me with pride…
a long kiss of belonging again...

and jealous I stand...

Do they know my love shys away on my sight…?
To run away at dusk….
And return at the dawn only after I am gone…
Neglecting my love… For aeons…

My blues are still… unlike the one flowing below…
I stand amidst… and he hides in the shore…
At dusk lonely I arrive…At dawn lonely I await…
No one to guide… no one to pray… no one to row…

For the ones who love and their loved ones on shore
I am the Hope… and I too Hope…
Oh! My SUN engulf me in your love…
Don’t leave me with tears and fears…

I can’t live alone as a Sailor’s NORTH STAR…

The Weed and the seed

Watered by your Love

Nurtured in your care,

I was blooming all green…

Awaiting the day to belong…

Watching me daily…

Wanting to walk along…

Desperate eyes speaking beyond love…

I wished the wait is not so long…

Wretched birth and haywire living

Given a meaning….

Life had a purpose…

And I awaited the day to belong…

Wicked fate realized….

When you plucked me and threw aside..

Ohhhh ! Had I bothered to see beside…

The one next to me living civilized…

Watered and nurtured…..

Watching with Love…..

and wanting to belong….

was to this civilized seed…..

Watered all along ….

Mistook to be the blessed…

Chanced tht I was next to the seed…

Forgot I am the Cursed Weed.

Wiped away by the wind

After you Plucked and threw me away…

I see that you water your love again..

Awaiting the day to belong….

Weeping from within ….

I see another fellow birth…

Chanced that he is next to the seed…

Wish to caution him he is also a cursed weed.

I miss my Innocence

I smiled at the full moon who greets me withwarm smile...

as he has been in many summers...

I smile back at him as always as in the past...

The past… that’s when I remembered…

Something I lost …and to regain…something I miss…

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The garden below is in full glow….My eyes move

past Walkers... Chatters…Loners and Lovers…

Past the watching eyes of moms and dads…

Further deep….. Into the playing kids….

With whom once I too played… and so did she…

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The full moon stood bright guarding and watching us play..

I was she and she was me…walking around hand in hand…

I cried in her tears…Her wounds had my pain…

I could kiss, I could hug, and when tired she was my bed…

The moon and all around smiled at our innocence…

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From short hide and seek hours the hide has now been

for years… My eyes seek her through the vastness

of the garden today…The Moon leads my eyes to two buds

worn out and walking back hand in hand…and in the

watching eyes of a mother I see her… smiling at the two innocents.

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I take a few steps down into the garden…wanting to go near...

wanting to hug and wanting to walk with her hand in hand...

As I get near her puzzled eyes I read a Stranger…I look

at the moon who isn’t smiling but shying away behind the clouds.

I realize…. I have lost her. and to regain… I miss my innocence.

She Me & the Stage

The lights of the day has been dimmed.

the Stars and the moon have taken their seats.

The stage is set under the sky in this open theatre.

Its all set to replay a shakespearen script.

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Its the script where you belong,

so be ready the lady lead.

Although I am the lead on the stage,

Its not just a mere mask I will be wearing today.

For I am not acting but living,

and I cant leave this mask back as I leave the stage..

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So what role do I play….

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Do I play the man of love and hatred.

The desire to rule not just the empire - but your heart.

A desire which remained a desire ever.

A yearn which forced to betray...

Its in you I confined.Its you I loved.

Its for you I killed him…

Its your love thru what the world sees a traitor in me….

and the magic of words which made me so noble to be killed.

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I longed for somebody to tell the world the story of my broken heart .

Until Shakespeare happened and thru him I spoke…

That Brutus was not a Brutal man......

but the brutish words and desires ...

and the brutal love for you that lead to my noble end.

But I cannot be Brutus as its only he who loved and not you.

and its he who was killed by the pain and anguish...

as you went to live with the words.

and... I don’t know to betray…So I cannot be Brutus.

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So......... what role do I play?

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Do I play the man you lived with ..

Tasting the Wine and Bread until the last breath..

Sharing the venom of love together until the last gasp.

For its he who had whatever you wanted,

For its he whom the world believed.

“Friends lovers and fellow men”( Forget Romans and Countrymen in the language of love)

Do I play the role of him,

The magician of words, the guardian of rome,

the Passionate diplomat, the Passionate lover…

But...... I cannot be him.

Although I can live with you until the eternal death...

I don’t love to be a loser…

Although I can love you and.. You me…

You had belonged somewhere before,

and the brunt you have left behind will hunt us some day.

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I cannot be your Love Anthem

and so I don’t want to be Anthony.

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So ???......what role do I play?

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The one left is Caesar.

I came, I saw, and conquered..

But I will not die thy brutal death…

I will live with the Pains and Blood stains.

But will not... leave you to be lured and die in the magic of words.

The Marks you have left behind will hurt.

But...... No Mark Anthony can love you as I can..

Its Caesar who lives even today....

Born to conquer, Born to rule,Born to live beyond times.

Who knows,

One day I may rule you. .............

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So the Stage is set, but.......

the script is changed.

Its Caesar who lives and does not cease to exist,

and your love will live with me,

and My love for my dreams and desires will keep me living.

The Moon is gone...Stars gone until the next time...

The Theatre is bright.The Play is over..

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The Mask of Caesar thou stays with me.

WILL I????

Image Courtesy:

Thanks to the guy who shot this most Inspiring pic of my life. Due Credits reserved to him with all royalties and loyalties.











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The Eagle was flying high…Up above the world in the sky..
And I gazed at her with surprise…
He noticed my puzzled eyes…
“My son, this bird is an aero plane…And she carries people between lands…
Remember the Ram Epic on television…It’s that flights modern version”
I asked him “Have you flown"
He had a smile wry…“Only the rich can fly”
Me, “will I fly???”
Hugging me he said…“I dream you to be high there in the sky”

Sitting on the billion of his bicycle...
On the way back from school…I wondered, Will I ?????????????????

My Mom had a dream…about a small castle her son will build…
My sister had a dream...about a smile filled life her brother would gift.
Afraid of the autumns that flooded my bed…
Praying to thy to save my home being lost…
I hated rains…fearing that their dreams may be washed…
They dreamt On... and I wondered,
Will I?
Dreams continued…From the corner seat of a party,
When my best buddy dreamt that I would host one…
My Uncle’s dream that I will be in Vogue with fashion…
For My first crush thou I will be a statement of Passion.
She also dreamt that I will be a youth icon…
At the doorsteps of adolescence… when survival was in itself a question…
I laughed at their dreams…And wondered,

Will I????.............................

Did I???
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Today…I wake up to the thunder sounds…
And rush to see if my home is safe…
Majestically Stands… My Mom’s pride…
A small but still ‘Castle’… her son’s first gift.

Down there in the garden, my sister is all smiles…
Sharing tales with her little one… Making him dream…
and in his dreams I am an Icon.

and My Uncles…..
Pride and boost around of my lifestyle…
My buddies await my parties for celebration…
Living ways have become my Passion…

But...
Nothing, gifted by time…
had a few to sacrifice…
She.....
who dreamt to walk along....
had to go with the wind…

Thou I miss the only one....
who wanted me high there in the sky…
As I fly through the clouds every now and then…
I feel he is there watching me from the heavens with smiles…
I wish he flies along…. But …. all that.... is my Lost Paradise......

Stepping out into the garden I love today to be drenched…
A feel of Deja-Vu…
A feel of accomplishment…
To have realized the dreams…
For those who dreamt for my sake....
No fear of the rains anymore…

Nothing to lose.
Dream for Me… and I WILL do it for you…

But, amidst… I have a dream…..
For a Love … and happiness all throughout…
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I wish I realize………….


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WILL I ?