here

so many truths
behind
these words here
ravenous and dissatisfied
smiles and lies
love and pain
women and friends
it's a cycle
repeating
again and again

thought

waters are thick ,
i am swimming through .
lost in life and all ,
and mansions made by hand of mind .

Which is greater the need for more or lack of satisfaction ??

moment

i know that something lies just past the moment...that slipped through my hands.

the empty ghost

walking the jagged path
of the thousand lines
he wrote,
still he can't let it go

treasure was...
her eyes blinking

still drinking from the dried fountain
the empty ghost
whispers
carrying me off to dreams
forgotten
or
thrown away

his heart aches
blurred visions from a beautiful past
worn down to the bone
making him burn
a b/w timeline
visions without colors
stimulate him...
holding back and choking
like a bubble
he will burst one day

scared of sitting still
but not afraid to run
rising up from the dust
in instants
transcendent
and out of time

he knows without knowing
what it's like
being loved and becoming one
he wishes he could be one of the lucky ones...


I've cried more in the past day (no worries, it's welcome) than I have this whole past year.....

...just thought ya should know,
considering we would never meet each other.

Someone please set my soul kitten free...

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P.S.
It was supposed to be more
Wherever you are
There's far too much of me still in there.

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happy Birthday Ne

they say that in
the begining, there were angels
and i am lucky enough to know the best one
secret and holy
protecting
some unseen treasure
this one is for NE,yes you girl with 2 kicks to you bums(lol)...

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keep this smiles wide always
through all trials
through every fall or stumble
and become Starbright

show them all what it's like
to smile like you mean it
when it's hard to stand and fight
to hold your head above the water
to truly feel the light :D

HAppy HAPPy B'day to you dear friend and trust me i know it's a full moon out tonight :D

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...

I hope there are decent pages in your notebook to scribble our tale...

his heart ...

sitting in the moonlight
i feel for his guitar,
having limited strings
some few thin strands
and I fear
I may hear another
a brisk, sharp, cracking sound

a forthcoming day
i know
he maybe able to say a few words
that will make
breaths
leap
in their
pulsing Form

so rabbit sits by himself
with her and carrots in his mind
just wondering
if only this guitar wasn't his heart...

next few miles....

I wonder about your laughter and your stars
About your father and mother
And how you might look when you’re sad

I want to hear you whisper to me
on the phone
as if hiding yourself
from me and you.

why dontcha go on
and tell me all about
your favorite state lines
and faith in the next few miles

sweetest drop

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The smallest and sweetest drop
On the very top
As breeze greets hair on beach

we propel through time
Inside an original Possessing calcareous shell swirled
embracing the consequence
That notify each adjacent instant

The sweetest drop blown off the top
Hits the dust and
Becomes callous and rugged
losing itself for the pleasures of the earth

I think i know
have figured it out at last
Forgiving others helps in forgives yourself
It’s worldwide floral, honey aroma.
Nor mine
Nor yours
it's Ours

Blowing off the very top
The sweetest drop turns warm and callous
Then fragmenting collapsing dissolving evaporating
Back into the cycle again and
Here we go again!

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rainy season

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condemn rainy season,
all that innocence being smitten by drops

once, we were drenched and close

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scared

woke up scared
dreams about her & him
memories come back to haunt again
6:30 on the clock

instants of fragileness see me full of life
now I know
That I am the ability lacked
the love lost
which was never found

eyelashes

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...have you ever heard
the sound of eyelashes cutting through the air

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her Eyes
leave me shy and stupid
wondering where she came from
why she came
what she saw

tear

...it will never end, she's a tear that suspends in my heart forever....


its too late...

paramours

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few paramours
are valiant & gallant
unstoppable
they keep on going
fighting their fears
lovers in arms
participate in the joys
walk side by side
hold each other hands
in happy-moments and bad-moments,Equally


few paramours
travel a great distance

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knock knock! where is The Man?

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with sweetness in the air
the door opens,
a long-legged flower in his hand,
one knee on the floor,
looking into your eyes, is 'The Man'

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guess who's she?

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she has eyes
that awakens memories of explosions in the sky
hits me like a blow to the chest

a hidden smile
and soft curves
she takes my breath away at the end

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SheHe

She
A black magic woman
As fish in a net
filled with adultery
this queen of camp
same place, same attire, same "just had sex" hair
a thousand diamond eyes
the stars and the lights in a death stare contest
drift
flow
wild wild
dance floor
canyons and desert and forests
dark dark night


He
A man with a simple heart
carves on the people around him
She came stalking out of pure mythical night
from the fringe of the universe
a powerless, pendulous instant

it happens forever & it's been happening forever
since the dawn of time
he fell in love
in search of ash and diamond
he goes sleeveless summer cold
and beers cracked open in the dark
and the heavens know what happens
in shady moments

pile of pain

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overcast and clouded
at rain ville
love never met love here
at last the storm came
eager hate engulfed him
he uttered a long piercing cry
maybe it was of pain or of fear

he struggled to find a way
to wash this pile of pain
in the drain

as the drops fall
he walks towards the edge
lookin down and smiling,
...
the depth seemed satisfying

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sweet dreams

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Fiction Stuff

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whether it's
summer
winter
or monsoons
it doesn't matter
all i have is love
and soft cushions
a tender touch
and kisses tenderer
no vodka
no cell
no work
i will never forget this
three days when
i was really happy
at last
I am HIM
carefree
not a drunk
not stupid
not falling
and not crying at all...

haystack in a needle

A needle in a haystack or a haystack in a needle
Sometimes i approach everything with a can-do, smart-ass attitude.
I feel I can find anything I target!
Sometimes I do anything I want!
When something presents a fascinating challenge,than we play a game,a game of wits that the two of us have played time after time:Me & HIM.
Some are shocking, some are eye-opening, some will make you laugh,some will make you love us.
Another fascinating challenge has been thrown...High stakes,high risks.
So,here's a toast to two of us...for the biggest game of our life.
cheers to HIM & ME.

emotions...

love,sympathy,pain,hate,kind,innocence,
emotions
in my heart
in my thoughts
in my actions
so much i want to say
words, I have none to express

From facebook to blogger

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Borrowed this from Facebook!Hope no one sues me.
Come on ppl,Shoot your answers...

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1: Where you and I met?
2: Take a stab at my middle name:
3: How long have you known me?
4: The last time we saw each other?
5: Would I ever go skydiving?
6: Your first impression of me upon meeting/seeing me?
7: Am I funny?
8: What's my favorite music?
9: What do I want to do more than anything?
10: What is the one thing you think I should do?
11: Do I have any special talents? If so, what are they?
12: Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else(what)?
13: Have you ever hugged me?
14: My favorite food?
15: If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be?
16: Your favorite memory of me?
17: If you and I were stranded on an island, what would I bring?
18: Who's my best friend?
19: What is your overall impression of me?
20: Where do you think I will be in 25 years?
21: Will you re-post this so I can fill this out for you?

internship

everyday is like sharing a chocolate ;D
you don't like it
but you pretend you do
just to make them happy

in the running

scared and hiding
from my fears
from thoughts of her
from myself
and happiness surrounding me

its getting harder to suspend
this little dream
Today on V-day i wanted to call again
to satisfy the urge
and push a little closer to the edge

no winds of change
or great demise
could keep the dogs from chasing
down the ones too quick to cry
with leather skin and colder eyes
i could have called you love
and smiled as i watch it die

one day all will be diff
one day,my dream-girl would find me :D

p.s.
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Life has been busy last few days
waking at 6 and catching the bus
walking to my 8 o'clock training
on my way i have made some friends
there's the breeze in the trees
the lights at the crossroads
the familiar faces in the bus
but still i feel incomplete....

what's it's like

Somewhat Like the rainbows that ride the haze

Somewhat Like the well-groomed bride dressed to rule the hearts

Somewhat Like the harmonious sound,lost and found

Somewhat Like a heavenly place and rattle of temple bells

That’s what its like
That's what it was like.

maybe i should fall in love with ghosts :(

the cloud

the cloud remains

slowly slowly,
they leave
in search of their destination
as they depart
a feeling sinks in
something not right
something gone wrong
what was the mistake?
who was not strong?

beauty of memories
so pure
always coming back
taking me to that time
making me smile
as each one keeps
some portion of my heart


If i was Paris she would've been my Helen...

hallucinations

got so drunk
i thought everything i saw was her.
i made up dreams.
i let myself believe

Vodka

it tastes and smells and feels and lusts
with all the wild senses of perfection

it loves me

Vodka+friends==wasted +fun

never land
still dreaming of being there
having it all
dont seem to mind the downfall
tragic smiles plastic memories
got a foot in doors

flame shots,
they have put me in the mood
and women eyes,
all the things they make me think about
sex and car crashes
windows fog over and over in a mans life

warm night
games of UNO cards,Vodka on the rocks
a chill across my skin
smoking my cigarettes
at this moment
nothing seems more beautiful
than what i have
and it stretches on
theres nothing left to do but burn the skys

A fantasy

she threw me sideways
like a rubber ball
on stony pavement
her kiss
a mid-summer shiver
her dew drop eyes
keep me warm through winter
and oh dear maiden
what a tangled thread
you leave me in

I’m rollin over
your lush bed
intoxicates
this lowly servant
and in enchantment
I’m cursed to wander
through falling leaves
and snowy winds
till spring rains
bring back to me
your flowering face

dreams of..

dreams of bars
and fast cars
the cash and mob-wars
dreams of Vodka shots
on the rocks
the betrayals,cute scars
dreams of running away
me & my lover
flying like eagles
into the stars
dreams of an avatar
gleaming and sheeny
dreams of dreams

Another Haiku...

Orange is never
as innocent as yellow
or as lusty as Red

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read the last post too ..hehe

Fog..

Someone loves the cold
someone have mixed feelings.
shivering and pallor of skin
The stings of the chills
and though the fog
looks pretty in the morning,
it turns you blind
and I always slip on the ice.
It's all the same in the rain
It's all instant copy
Total deja vu
Lights glisten for the fog
to find itself
How else is a fog
to find itself
in all this fog?

haiku...

dark clouds,looming large
storm coming,and all I got
are purple dreams

hello..hey..hi...

Where have u gone?
what did i do wrong...
you don't pick my calls
have u forgotten me..
kya sach mein
u forgot?
we were something..
did u knew or not...?
i was always there for you
maybe i am still
and maybe you weren't looking

I feel bad about that
why?
saala me stupid love you
still do...
don't know why i am scared of facing you

our chronicle
is full of
miscommunication
stupid hopes
bad timing
all me

great friends
terrible lovers
but were good for eachother
now i can't get a girl
as i try to find u in all

someday i will love the world
just as much as you
one day i will rule the world
the mansions,the ferrari,the peace
but still
i know it would be empty
If I couldn't share my joys with you
unlucky me
the star that i wanted was you..

Haiku

so love
me and you
we were a bright burning spark
ephemeral
in that vast everlasting chill

as he sleeps

the guy who invented rains
who met all the drops,
and remembered their names
lived in the monsoon

clusters of gems and crystals
snatched from above,
floated in his drink
a place where it rained
the dream he had
all drowned straight to the bottom.

Now as he sleeps
there's rain on his lips
he tosses and turns'
crystals poke at every inch
gems blind his closed eyes
old scars are,still felt every night

I am back guys...

am i supposed to remember...
that there were rains!!