lines aWaitEd

lines awaited... bear hug needed...

thou clasp like no other

stroke of thy skin feels like feather

coiffure through your silky hairs; softer than lather

a sense of contentment instills; sigh, a breather

emotions elevate at the vary of weather

this unconditional love shall keep us tethered

lines awaited... bear hug needed...

Beer, Bread & Birthday

and,

yo.. its my birthday today and am older than yesterday.

Few freinds were here to sing, dance n play!

Candle lighting followed by cake cut marked begining of day;

Texts, calls n FB wishes made my day.

Beer, bread and beer - food for today!

yo.. its my birthday today and am younger than following day.

& she says ..

www.toothpastefordinner.com

I said, how about a cup of coffee..
& she says, coffee is not my cup of tea!
I said, coffee isn't a drug but a vitamin..
& she says, how can u!?! that toasted milk!

I said, cup of coffee shared is happiness tasted - time well spent..
& she says, coffee, men & chocolates are better rich!
I said, every accomplishment starts with decision to try..
& she says, is your blood group coffee?! ha ha ha..

P.S : kowtow, a must to ur sense of humor.!

pSyChic sElf

Sometimes, I cant get started

on things that I have to do. . . .

And my self-improvement efforts

fall short on follow-through.

Often,I get tunnel vision

and only see one side;

Many a time, I hide my feelings

behind that wall of pride.

when things start playing Rock n Roll

with playlist set to random;

I urge to have a ball. . . .

but sooner than later, I endup being stall.

As I continue to expose my psychic self, am onto the next stage of life's consciousness! So, are you?

PS: the book titles in the pic are not my concern but his gesture is...

school memories...

Its already been a year since our reunion and I cut start (inaguration, I meant) the lines by saying "that day you kill the child in you, you are dead!"....
The one's I remember most vividly, the one's I enjoyed the most, regardless of anyone else's enjoyment or lack of it, one's that stood out from every other routine day for whatever reason... they aren't necessarily in cronological order, I've just written them down as they occur to me...

 Remembering my childhood, a favourite thought;

Those are where most of my memories are.

Friendship is all what we sought,

KHO-KHO n KABADDI for fun;

Science,Social,Maths were all what we were thought,

Languages n Poems for pun;

Now that we grew up, its all done;

I wish it did not have to end,

I just want to do it all over again!

These moments captured reminds me every now & then, that.... am as young as I was then, As young as my faith but only as old as your doubt!;  my reminiscent of school days contrasts with today's...

I dont draw or paint on papers anymore!

I dont act or sing on stages anymore!

Because for I believe that, old skills never die;

I just have to dust the cobwebs off once & a while.

With my thinking hat on I realised that, In my youth the days were short and the years were long. But, its vice versa now: Years short and days long! Adding to the fact is that years teach much which the days never knew. As I write this down, I am getting late for school... so I better get going..

Shirt tucked in, tie straight;

Shoes polished & socks white.

A quick prayer hiding from peetla's sight!

stand to attention and lead off from right....

As U C it..

As (yo)U C(hange) it...

For what? U say I am being modest!
I say: no ambiguity please, am being honest.

For what? U tag me under the label hypocrisy!
Between us,I doubt the amity;
I was portraying my sincerity.

For what? U point me as racist!
I pray that U get bullied by terrorist...

Gradually Glad

dark cupid clouds crawling away;
object of affection gradually fading away;
true colors of life making its way;
frustrations & regrets needs castaway,
by letting thoughts to loop & sweet insanity to speed away.



the rage plays hide & seek,
causing bloodrush in veins;
why regret? - question to self;
calm contemplation engulfs;
unrequited query finds NIRVANA.

this is my song so far

I’m sitting here thinking about you
your thoughts create a flutter in my heart
thoughts about: I being song of your life;
thoughts about: I being breath of your hopes;
these thoughts will grow, fonder beautifully,
they have my mind as their home.



In the stream of my feelings will I ever find a river?
will my wishes ever find a boon?
no wonder my thoughts just run wild at times!
cause you are there and I'm here;
this is my song so far, regurgitating;
sitting here thinking about you.