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!!