The Loss...... A Boon!!

I lost you... gained many other little hands
May be, asking me not to go

Your loss is  a boon
understand this is world is not for you,
It is a place for goons!

A brother kills a brother,
and a father leaves to attend weddings, just to let you die

the bad will justify themselves
the good will stand quite and take beating

this is a big bad world
I am glad to know, on his lap you are calmly sleeping

the beginning of the end....

It is that time of the year again when you are missed
It is that time of the year again when you are wanted

It is that time of the year when u are kissed
It is that time of the year when you are searched for

It is that time of the year when you are loved more
It is that time of the year when  you are hated for going away

It is that time of the year when I am not me
It is that time of the year when  people have no say

It is that time of the year when I want you to come alive
It is that time of the year when I look even below the curtains

It is that time of the year when I am apoplectic with rage
It is that time of the year when I know death is certain.

It is that time of the year when I want to punish
It is that time of the year when I want to forgive.

It is that time of the year where the beginning seems the end
It is that time of the year my love, when love is all I have to send!

Meanders....

Like a river and not a ravine,
it flows, goes and tows.
the generosity of love,
in this world, Your Holy Shrine.


Travelling through the wide lands,
the forests and mountains
cutting through the rocks,
and seeping through the sands.

Who stops you?
Why don't you stop?
Do you grow old?
But, I do,  like a haggard beau!

Just when obstacles show you down,
you create shapes like the ox-bow,
you do look lovely even then,
seems you have shades to show!

One day you will meet your end,
just like all do,
you will bury yourself
in the lap of the seas,
after all death is certain and true.

Death is not what makes you shine,
its you identity, entity
of passing through the obstacles
creating ripples, on everything you touch
your love, care, help; you so kind!

Trees need you, animals do too
but, who remembers your story
that you were brave
to pave your way through!

You have no weapons,
then how do you fight?
I know, it's your shower of love,
strength, glory and might.

Flow till you bury,
life isn't long
but, a life lived for others,
'is worth it'
is glorified in your song!

A love so Strange!

up and down, round and round
here and there, really not fair
my losses, my gains
sticks and canes!

you laugh, you cry
at times, you just let it go with a sigh!
life is war zone, we are
really really 'accident prone'!

a love-hate relationship
kill you, kiss you
hop, jump and skip!

no rhyme scheme
no consistency
we suffer the 'problem of plenty'!

you go, I go
and say-' be it so '
come back and stalk
each other, hit an all time low!

meet up again,
in the morning sunshine
finish the day
 and kiss goodbye

do i need to tell you guys
this is called 'love'
which never dies!

Live for me........

Live for me and I will live for you,
Life is so true for you and me, of course,
When we both touch the blue!

In this wilderness and madness
a rat race everywhere,
Somewhere you have lost me, and
I have lost you

What is the cost of lust
love, today charges too!

They said love knows no boundaries,
 say love knows no rules,
to have loved a man's poetry, after his death, is love too!

I have not known him,
Where he was born and where he died
Or,  what did he do, who cheated whom,
He had lots to say for sure  and I want him,
I confess with a sigh!

After years of his end, i find a few books
of his in debris,
I pick one, read through,
fall in love and think through the night,
what a man was he!

This ain't lust
This ain't love, maybe
These are the tears that want to flow
for the grave of his lost son
which he  mentions in his poetry, melancholy!

I am your disciple
Going on your principles,
Walking on the lines you drew.
Forgiving and forgetting your murderers
may be that's what you wanted to teach me professor,
I got the clue.

I love you is a small expression,
This world did not know you,
You live in me
so, live for me and I live for you.

even in death... you are so beautiful!!

There was this little girl I met...
she had eyes so little, as if they were two little stars, jolly, and they would actually twinkle!
nose was tiny and flat, i would look at her and wonder how she breathes, but she manages to survive!
the tiny, soft head had  strands of hair I could count but they were long! Eyebrows so faint!
 Her lips were pretty and promised sweetness upon being kissed. she would sleep most of the time with her little fists, straight, fingers folded!  An ivory neck, pretty as ever!

So divine was her beauty that she looked enchanting even when she lay dead! yeah she died, her body into pieces.... she left for other world, where things were supposed to be more beautiful, more peaceful, where love spoke!

She was diagnosed of PARENTOSIS!!

in the pursuit of 'Happiness'.....

 Happiness... is something we are in search of all the time. Every age group, both the sexes, the rich and the poor.   A child seeks happiness in the toys, which are his own till he grows up and shuns them. Soon the child grows and seeks happiness in the company of his mates and learning new ways to live, upon reaching adolescence he seeks happiness in his new found love (do not confuse happiness with pleasure!! ).

When the child is grown up, the periphery of the term Happiness grows with him. He soon has has a number of ways of seeking happiness, a number of ''to-do'' lists in a day.

He never realizes that that his search for happiness has soon turned into a desperate run to satisfy his desires!

To be candid, Desires are the evil. they make you suffer, they are unreasonable at times, they are ambitious, they are sky high. Desires know no bar. Desires are crazy.
Gautam Buddha rightly quoted-                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           There is suffering in this world
                                                      The suffering has a cause
                                                                   The cause is Desire.


Well everybody is aware of these things, just that we deliberately make them passive. We throw these lovely quotes at the back of our minds. the world is flashy, glittering. And, you must have learnt  this proverb in school- 'All that glitters is not Gold'.

Gone are those saints who curbed their desires in the pursuit of happiness,  We can never be saints, we shouldn't try. Recently, I read a punchline. The punchline of a commercially available beverage and it said- 'Greed is good, baby!'

Greed is good, if you are seeking happiness whole heartedly, without harming others. I, in the pursuit of happiness have gone to lengths. But happiness seems to be playing hide and seek.. at times Happiness says  (it/he/she) 'loves me'. Next moment, has a change of mind.  Slips away like sand between my fingers.... but then when I start walking, gets into my shoes and tickles. I love Happiness. I sure do. Happiness - desires- love- happy life. Thats how I feel I can make my life perfect.

If i have succeeded in confusing you with this blog, I would like some comments pouring in.

The picture in this blog might not seem relevant. A sea shore for Happiness???
yes it is the sea shore for HAPPINESS!