Blood Lust.


It’s a sickness inside,

Your thought in my mind,

Its spreading ever so slowly,

Poison of a deceptive kind.

 

I’m turning blue with death,

While you live unaware,

The days melt into each other,

To face me, you I dare.

 

Your path is easy,

Coward that you are,

No risk so no reward,

For love, you don’t anyway care.

 

Let there be light,

I pray, alone in my darkness,

Must have been a sinner, I,

That it’s about you, that  I reminisce.

 

There’s blood everywhere,

On my hands and in my head,

Masterfully betrayed I stand,

And lie brutally massacred on the bed.

 

This infection I’m cutting away,

Like a limb, septic and diseased,

I don’t want to see your face,

To me, we’re deceased.

 

The dirty rules you play by I love,

Get everything on your own terms,

Vultures descend before you know it,

And tear your heart out, while  your stomach churns.

 

Why must I suffer alone,

Karma is a bitch with good reason,

I hope god lets me watch you bleed,

And suffer, from season to season.

 

I stand tall today, despite your treason,

Made of tougher stuff than you,

An iron will and nerves of steel,

Both, to you are concepts new.

 

I’m cutting this bloody cord,

That ties us together today,

You’re as worthless as your word,

This severance has been long-delayed.

 

This Book has been edited,

Your chapter is over, the end is here,

Where your story was told before,

You’ll find no pages, just a nasty tear.

 

Leave, disappear, run away, it’s what you do best

If escaping is your thing, do what you must,

But don’t ever wait for me to return,

You did nothing, just fed my Blood Lust.

 

 

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Another Like You.


The many lives that we see around,

Many times we hear their sounds,

Many of us, live ignored,

Then there are few, always adored.

 

They creep into our closed hearts,

Hearst shut tight by an iron clasp,

And right when the leaves begin to turn,

They walk away, leaving your eyes to burn.

 

You look around, only to find,

Memories of love, and gestures kind,

A little smile always spreads on my face,

Whenever i remember your comic tales.

 

Whenever we meet, if ever we do,

I hope to hear of many adventures new,

A few escapades, I’ll share as well,

Of my mischief and freshly served up hell.

 

We’ll share a laugh, over a cup of tea,

There will be conversation aplenty,

Your advice and wisdom I shall always seek,

Charm like yours, where does one now see…

 

I’ve looked up to you, like my dad,

I’ve run to you, in times good or bad,

I hope everyone finds too,

I role model like you.

 

Another story, now comes to the end,

For you, all the rules I’ll bend,

May you go well, wherever you do,

There will never be, another like you.

 

My First Nomination. :)


It’s not everyday that one gets nominated for an award. So today is pretty darn special for me.

My friend Arjun has nominated my blog for the LIEBSTER BLOG AWARD.

Thanks for holding my work in such high regard Arjun. For those of you who harbor a love for literature and young creative minds, http://arjun1097.wordpress.com/ is a must visit.

So what really is this award all about.. the Liebster Blog Award is given to blogs that have less than 200 followers and deserve more recognition and encouragement.

As a part of my responsibilities as a nominee, i must:

1. Thank the blogger who gave you the Award.

2.Pick 5 small blogs that are worth the honors.
3.Spread the words about Liebster Awards
The bloggers i Nominate for this award are :
I follow all these blogs among other and they stand out for me. in my opinion they do deserve a fair share of the recognition.  Thanks again for the nomination.
And Scott, thanks for listing me as one of your favourites.. 🙂 Honored beyond what you can imagine..

Prettier In Candlelight.


Many a night I have spent,

Cozy in my material blanket,

Texts buzzing and chats popping,

I’ve been surrounded by the racket.

 

Then tonight brought along the darkness,

Outraged, i fumed at the outage,

The government sure got an earful,

I called them scum and all kinds of garbage.

 

Gathering my ammo of matches and candles,

Muttering every expletives under my breath,

I got this dingy show on the road,

Candles everywhere, a date with myself.

 

My companions for tonight,

The eerie silence and the random light,

Told me all kinds of secret tales,

Of courage, bravery and unseen might.

 

Hush, said the silence,

Hear what I have to say,

A long way you have come,

Live a little, a little every day,

 

The candlelight put on a show,

Of dancing shadows on the walls,

It showed me the story,

Of broken souls standing tall.

 

I was stunned at the fire,

That the silence and shadows brought along,

Heightened senses, and a sharper gut,

Finally brought everything where it belongs.

 

Even the fish looked more alive,

Mirroring the way I felt,

Calm and serene they swam,

In their bowl, watching the candles melt,

 

My gift for this night I received,

Faith brought an end to this fight,

I’m glad that I learned something today,

That everything’s just prettier in candlelight.

Until We Meet Again.


Rocks are just rocks,

Until touched by a sculptor,

A canvas is just a canvas,

Until touched by a painter.

 

Our story remains untold,

Until retold by an author,

And I was just confused and lost,

Until I found my mentor.

 

Very few were as blessed as I,

To have been taken under your wing,

However brief our stint might have been,

Immeasurable has been my learning.

 

I hope that this is just the beginning,

Of even more success and shining for you,

I hope that we stay in touch for years to come,

I wish my growth from you to continue.

 

Thank you for all the opportunities,

And I’m grateful for the advice,

To express my gratitude,

These short poems wont suffice.

 

I hope I do you proud,

In any small way that I can,

And I bid you farewell,

Just until we meet again.

My Audi and I.


Life is all about expectation. Admit it. It’s human nature to let expectations build within each and every relationship and every situation. Of course, discipline and age can teach you to grow out of it. When someone comes along and gives you the most precious gifts without you having the slightest clue, it makes life a more beautiful and exciting place. And that is a testament to how lovely life really is without the excess baggage of expectations weighing you down.

Audi, I loved this little surprise. More than words, it’s a lesson for me. I’ve learned the true art of giving and loving unconditionally from you. What it means to be a,”sister from another mister”, is something that i have understood now.

This is just too cute for me to not share with the world, and thanks for letting me do what i like with it. :).

Snigdha Sinha, thank you for this and everything else. Thanks for taking me along on your one way street 🙂

 

Once upon a time, not so long ago, there lived a girl, in a land, not so far away, she was young and brave and with a heart, that had just come back from exile. The girl was mysterious, because everything about her was not what the other person would think in the first go.

While she looked grown up, she was a child at heart. While she looked bullet proof, she was hurt by a word. While she looked like she wasn’t paying attention, she was actually listening to you deeply. While she looked tall, sometimes she just wished for a hug that would make her feel tiny. While she looked happy alone, all she wanted was a companion. While she said gave strength to others, she cried because of a broken heart. While she looked  like she had healed, she  was dressing her wounds. While she was talking about everything under the sun, she was actually running away from one little thing. While she looked like she wanted a million stars, she just wanted to watch them with someone. While she looked in-control, two oceans were churning inside her.

She was also the kind who did not let anyone enter “her world” very easily. It took time and patience to know the girl, and the efforts were well worth it. When you got to know her, you would run your thoughts back to when you met her ,for the first time ,and  would question, was the girl I met back then, the same one?  Well of course she is, the one I met first was the wrapper, this one is the gift. This was the surprise element about her. She was ever-changing. She was a wanderer.

She had seen years that were not fair at all. It was brutal, she thought it was never going to go away, it took sometime to pick the pieces, there were just so many, but she bounced back like she’d never fallen. It wasn’t in her nature to share a problem and hence most of her battles were fought alone. While the ghosts of the past always tried to trap her, she’d  finally learnt to leave them behind in the race for happiness.

She was young and her dreams were big, but if you really knew her, you’d know that she didn’t really want the whole world, just a tiny place, where she should feel like she belonged.

I wish the girl to stay different. So I would always be able to spot her in a second, no matter how large the crowd is. I wish the girl strength, to follow her heart. And I wish the girl love, because she deserves all that there is.

This is the story of a girl I know. You’d be lucky if you know her too.

Twisted Games.


The fun and games are over,

Now we’re back home alone,

A sea of silence stands between us,

So much left unsaid, & I’m coming undone.

 

In the distance I see our past,

Like a blurry old picture, faded,

I kick off my shoes, tired of the fight,

You crash on the couch, eyes shaded.

 

Let’s talk you say, from the shadows,

Walking over coals I come to you,

While you patiently scrape open each wound,

Each word you say tears me into two.

 

Every dawn brings me such courage,

That I welcome your pain with a smile,

There’s only so much you can fight the fates,

In my arms, you find our love, docile.

 

The calls of the past are too loud,

They pull at my heart,  too strong,

I’m taking you down with me boy,

You’ve been winning for far too long.

 

Let the healing begin already,

Let me help you some,

You can mend me a little too,

After all, I’m your only one.

 

I still see that light in your eyes,

Caught your fib, you little liar you,

Nothing has really changed,

You’re still mine, nothing new.

 

I’ll let you be cruel this once,

I owe you  some vindication,

But lemme know once you’re done,

I gotta resolve this altercation.

 

Throw caution to the winds soldier,

Take a chance on yourself this time,

Playing it safe isn’t our style,

Take a risk, its worth losing a dime.

 

Even now, the first word on your mind,

After all this while is but my name,

Join me  beyond time and space,

As we play together, this twisted game.