Amore

I told you I loved you, but my words meant nothing to you then.
Now that I hate you, I don’t wanna waste my words for you…I still am.

Why is it that it takes time to realize that whatever happens is for a reason? I liked you coz I was blinded by the goodness of others words for you and the smartness of your looks. Little did I know that your companionship would give way so easily? Just a year and half ? You were a medium to reach out to my little world. I could speak through your heart and could listen to others thoughts just being so close to you.
Asking for anything more would have been a sin. Coz I had my best buddy, I had you all the time. At times, I would get scared that I would lose you someday, somehow. But then dint want to think about it further. It was all good ….
It was all going fine .When suddenly you broke my heart. You left me in the middle of nowhere. I was cut off from the rest, just coz you left me. I had stopped socializing for sometime just the new handicap that I was then. Till date, I am trying to figure out what made you do that. I felt so helpless, but I knew I had to find my way out.
You might have had your share of sadistic pleasures. But I am no less. If you thought you were the ultimate, and I have no choice but to brood…. am sorry to say, you are absolutely wrong. It was difficult making a new choice, but I had to trust my instincts too. To get back on track, I needed some support and I was lucky to find one soon.
This time around I was careful. I dint go by the looks coz often looks are deceptive. This guy is a complete package of intelligence and wit. He looks quite simple and sober, but is my kind with features to adore. No ho-hum and no hogwash kinda personality.
I wish to treasure him for ages and ages, if destiny permits. Just a sec…are you with me? Wake up; I am talking about my cell phone….the earlier that conked off for no reason and the new one that’s a basic piece!!

Either is good

It’s easy to laugh …
To laugh at others….
How difficult it gets when others laugh at you?

It’s difficult to cry…
To cry for others…
How easy it gets when others cry for you?

Making someone laugh after a cry is so difficult
But making someone cry after a laugh seems easy

Laughing when alone is no fun
But you cry when around you is no one

Neither is too easy though
There is always room for more

Either leaves you feeling light
Be it after a fight, or just a plight

Not knowing to laugh is a shame
Crying after a game is an excuse lame

Laughing is not about just hiding your fears
And crying is not about just shedding tears

Learn to cry…learn to laugh
Both undone equals life lived half!

Laugh, 'coz you can

Cry ....'coz you want to....

Remembering him

I exist. I am no symbol of magnanimity. I seem to belittle the law of nature “survival of the fittest”. I have been doing what I know best- putting people in a fix. It’s not that I want them to hang in there. I am just trying to test their patience. But when nothing seems to go right, people tend to blame me.

Be it in school, college or the corporate houses. People cant just live without chanting my name. I feel elated at times, but dejected most others. I have calendars, books and posters just dedicated to me. Like it’s some kind of honor. I think I shouldn’t be too modest here now….anyway. Mother Nature has not taught anybody to overlook the mistakes in any case. But people do and they say I was there. Like I am some kinda ghost.

Why? What have I done? It’s not my fault even when you just enter the loo and the door bell rings! And c’mon you are going to find a thing only in the last place you search. What’s so special about this fact? I don’t get it.
Did I tell you to drop the bread on the carpet with the buttered side below? Sorry my math is weak. I don’t know the equation between speed and the pull. My cousin (Newton’s child) knows better. Unfortunately we siblings never get along well. Like all siblings, we try and compete on superiority. The fight is still on!

My parents too never got along well. No wonder he called Mother Nature a bitch! He said mom had her own laws and rules of life, which he couldn’t accept. Chauvinism dawned upon him quite early in life. Nevertheless he realized it was his responsibility as a single parent to raise me. He managed to pass on his thoughts to me and I am glad the world sees him through me. Whether it is pain or pleasure, people remember us.
I am quite old now. But I hope to remain in people’s minds always (mind you…I can never stay in their hearts). I just want to let people know, that I mean no harm. I just remind them that if things can go wrong, they will.
My name is Law. I owe everything to this dude called Murphy who fathered me. I am Murphy’s Law…his baby!

Trying to understand...

I dream, I hope, I desire…
It’s what I call my attire
I fear it may fade away…
Given the modern chaos amidst satire
Every mundanely act creates an ire,
I need to understand what is good and what is dire,
Little things teach me to perspire
My thoughts sometimes camouflage what I aspire (to be)…


Life is a journey; not a destination. To enjoy the serenity in the end, we must open our eyes to the little realms of beauty en route. Every little creation is beauty personified. But beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder…
Then what really is ‘beautiful’?
I know a rose is a rose is a rose…
But meanings are always hidden behind the prose.
It’s always easy to determine the face value of an absolute value, but not other way round! Why is it so?

I don’t know.

Each day unfolds a new chapter in life, but I cannot forget the older chapters unlike in the history text…
A single quote, a line or a para tends to a summary with finesse,
A simple fact. X does not always tend to 1!
My chapters in life are lessons of wisdom;
Giving it a précis is no job of ease
The wise alone know how their troubles cease…

A definition is just the locus; the radius decides the circumference…
I decide how big a picture I want to see, what extent am I willing to go, and what the basis of my big picture is!
Just like the raw colors on canvas that yearn for the painter’s final touch…
I am the artist of my life;
Painting is then just an act…

If life isn’t a lesson, living certainly is!
Should learn to live every moment and cherish every second.
‘Coz time is precious, and so am I.
I may be anxious, I may be paranoid….
Situations - I cannot avoid; but certainly I get annoyed…
Is there life (with) inhibitions devoid?

Unlike Wordsworth and his Daffodils, my mood is neither vacant nor pensive,
Just a thought, I am expressive!….