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Heya All,

Thanks for the responses that I have had on my blog on whatever crap I have written. Thanks a ton.

Well I do not say I have had an immense response or I am a star or I am good; because I am not. I am just trying to keep the art of poetry alive and this is my small way to try and keep it alive with all the time I can spare for it.

For all I know I am yet to check out any formal education tool (Book / Course / Teacher) on the art of writing poetry and I think I shall be checking out some soon. Untill this day poetry writing was my way to express my feelings. I hope I can continue keeping it that way.

So well I know I am not making sense, but well here is the update, my blog is now going to be more than a place to archive my own poetry. This blog is going to receive some major make over with "Learn to write poetry" stuff coming in. And obviously since you have already discarded me as a lame teacher (You are sooo mean!!) I am gonna bring in the pros. ;)

Ahhh!! well I also plan on having a lot off exercises in here for everyone to try their hands on and I would like to see more inked parchments than just dirty blue hands... even though dirty hands might just be the beginning to great blue / black papers. ;)

Cya all till then,

Keep Smiling

Varun...

Good-Bye!!!

A little something I wrote to go with the mail that I sent out as my last mail to all the folks of Tribal Fusion (My Last Employer). Many will think it is just to make the last mail more readable and nice, but truly I really felt sad for moving to a different organization and leaving behind those folks who taught me everything of the trade. So, no matter what anyone has to say, this one was truly from the bottom of my well of feelings.... "Loved you TF and miss you all once more!!!"

Life moves on,

taking us on paths unknown.

Limping and crawling our way through,

we follow the mile-stones set in different hue.

Loads of people we meet,

few friends we make,

some close, some in haste,

but nonetheless our buddies and mates,

those fellow passengers on these roads of fate.

We glide pass or creep together,

through moments blessed or cursed,

pushing, pulling and supporting one another.

For each of us is weak and feeble alone,

strength and courage we find in those people known.

Blessed I am to have had mates like you,

lucky maybe that this journey was a festive trip through and through.

Or maybe it was just all your company,

that made this road so easy.

As I stand on this crossing,

and we part for different landings.

I carry all of you in my heart and memories,

with tear in eye and smile on my lips,

I wish you all Luck and a Big Success.

You can Never Forget Me.....

This is just... something I wrote... and is something I don't want any fool to read and fool about. Its emotions and feelings and if you can't feel and resonate them... no need for you to be here. Sorry for the harshness and attitude, but according to some old time reader of mine, who has forgotten about my blog now, it was these attributes that set my writing style apart. And if nothing else, at least I have that mindset back again, which I lost somewhere an year and a half back. And this one is a proof of it.  ;) SO DON'T READ IF YOU HAVE NEVER FELT OR BELIEVED IN LOVE...

Do you remember the day we parted,

the day you left me?

Do you remember what I said then?

and that you didn't believe me?

I said, you can never forget me

and baby, you can never find anyone 

who will love you more than me.

But it was your ego that won,

you didn't think twice before you were gone.

Do you know I still stand where you left me?

Do you know I cried for you more than anything?

Even if you don't, do you still remember,

what I said to you then?

Because if you don't,

I won't say it again.

Somewhere during all this time apart,

I lost my confidence, and thought I am a retard.

But, that one missed call by you at 2 A.M. 

brought all the miseries and pain,

but also my confidence.

Yes honey, you still remember me.

There are places that you visited with me,

and whenever you hear their name,

in your thoughts I have, and will always be.

You can deny, and say no, to the world,

but,

tell me this how long will you care for the rest?

When will you start listening to your heart?

When will you understand the phrase,

"till death do us apart"???

I do not want to know your views.

I do not wish for your answers.

I do not want to disturb the wards,

you have around you.

'coz I know I don't have the strength or energy,

to make it through.

It has to come from you,

the power to break those shields.

And it will come someday,

it is true.

But maybe then, it will be too late,

I will be dead, and death has got its way.

But I will know this even on my deathbed :-

"YOU CAN NEVER FORGET ME,

AND BABY, YOU WILL NEVER FIND

ANYONE WHO CAN LOVE YOU MORE THAN ME!!!" 

Venus in "Galaxy of Stars"

There was a pretty girl,
in the pub I went.
There was so much...
about her to compliment.

Yet I couldn't get myself...
to utter a single word.
No matter how I tried
my legs wouldn't buzz.

I was glued to the seat
and tried to move around on my feet.
Yet I was too busy starring,
reason:- "dancing is where I am so lame."

The Philippian "GAYS" were dancing so well
and she was enjoying with them like hell.

I so wanted to tell her
how pretty she is
and also maybe that
on hearth she is like a cool bliss.

All my feelings were trapped,
for I don't know how to dance
but she was dancing,
and that seemed to be the only available cue,
hence, I instead prayed for a miracle from blue.

The entire time she danced
and laughed with gays.
The only reason being
 they knew how to shake their ass.

The miracle I longed for,
never came.
Truly, leaving things on God
these days is insane.

So, I kept watching her in silence...
and she never noticed,
as I was no one, 
and I couldn't express
anything to anyone.

Her bubbly spirit and smile 
drove the music 
or music drove her,
is a mystery I still can't file.

She was so good and charming...
a star bright as Venus,
among everyone else so tarnished.
But what is the use of repenting now?


I didn't even have the guts,
to ask her name aloud.
I felt like a peasant starring dumbstruck...
at Aphrodite!!! the Goddess of beauty.


I am cursing myself now,
that I know.
But if its sane I do not know.
For, writing is the only way
I can express.
and I so wish, 
I could show her this crap.


Besides, she is too good for me,
a walking princess;
and I am just a flee.
Well to cap it all:-
"SHE IS JUST SO DAMN PRETTY"

Ek ladka jo tumse pyaar karta hai.....

Don't even recall when I wrote it or for whom... lolzz... My friend Yashu suggests it was for Isha... but in reality I don't know who it was meant for..... :D

Ek ladka hai
jo tumse pyaar karta hai,
Jaan kar nai
anjaane mein vo sab karta hai.

Hasil tumko karna aasan nai,
fir bi sirf tumpe marta hai.
Pyaar yeh jaan bujh kar hota nai,
bas sirf ho jaata hai.

Manaya usne dil ko apne bahut,
jhooth tumse bol paata nai.
Jaanta hai chuu sakta nai,
fir bi sirf tumpe jaan chidakta hai.

Haar mane to maane kaise,
vohi to ek ladka hai,
jo tumse pyaar karta hai.
Jaan kar nai,
anjane mein vo yeh sab karta hai.... :p

Heart-Break!!!

Sitting Alone in a cozy restaurant,

on the far off shores, overheard a familiar tounge.

A nice group of friends,

discussing sex and love.

Someone in blue had 14 girlfriends,

quiet experienced, maybe so.

The story that he just told,

wow, is it not one of yours???

So, many go down this track,

loosing everything, in just one break.

A crack that only time can heal,

and untill it stays, emptiness is all one may feel.

How I thought I have forgotten her,

yet few words from him,

and I miss her again.

I ain't a very nice person,

nor am I very expressive.

Anyways myself is not what I want to talk about.

It is about what a heart-break feels like, and how it hurts.

I have met one, may just make it better,

for me to write all in this matter.

When you are ditched by the one you really loved,

initially tears are your only friends,

no matter how tuff you are,

love in your heart makes you cry buckets full.

Slowly creeps in the resentment,

and you stop trusting the world,

soon enough the confidence dies,

and a hollow inside you sucks, every feeling that's nice.

You start being lonely and try to avoid all company,

you may not talk to people,

but that doesn't mean,

for you it is simple.

Some drink to get high,

to smile and laugh for a while,

but when lonely,

they too cry.

Every minute you contemplate the reasons,

being distracted, is your justified ration.

As time passes, you get better,

but a single word, and gash opens even deeper.

You start fearing all of the opposite sex,

and relations are not your stations.

Maybe as time passes, you get even better,

and you enter another relation.

My question, then why did you still revere,

the last souvenir you saved while throwing everything from him / her???

Are you not cheating your current partner???

Don't you feel that guilt often???

But, do not worry, for that's just being a Human.

You make me high!!!

Just watching you makes me high,

oh baby you do make me high.

looking at you my world stops,

the earth spins and tongue slops.

You left me,

you left me dry,

you took everything,

I saved all my life,

the loss of things,

doesn't matter...

Its loosing you..

that makes me drink...

All this booze and,

all this tobacco,

all this grass and,

all this weed,

when they fail,

its just your name,

that makes me sloshy,

its your name that makes me high.

You think i am out of your life,

and you are out of mine,

but that's your perception,

to change which I have all the time.

But you don't need me,

nor that time.

You hate me,

but those are empty words.

How can you forget..

you are the one who made me believe,

those three words.

I was whatever,

but you loved me,

I didn't trust,

but you made me believe,

its not just lust.

Just thinking about love,

makes me think of you,

and its just your thought that makes me high.

When the drugs fail,

when all gossips of friends are ineffective,

and every possible interest is of no avail,

its just your smile...

its your smile that makes me high.

O' baby its your smile that makes me cryyyy.

When i gave up,

i resigned to alcohol,

soon alcohol gave up,

it resigned on me,

and then the only thing i had,

was your memory.

Memory of the days,

we were together.

Your memory soothes me,

it calms me,

it is the fuel that drives me,

and it is the beacon of power that held me...

saved me from dying.

I was broken,

I was shattered,

Love was,

but only a betrayal,

Then came the memory,

of  "I love you..." as spoken by you,

and O' my honey I was high..

Its just your memory that makes me so high.

Flowing in air,

floating in water.

I kept diving,

driving.

Breathing in passion,

stroking in weird fashion,

for I was high,

High on you.

O' my love I was high on you.

You say you are gone forever,

you ask me to forget you,

like you existed never.

You want the only last thing that makes me live,

It's those memories that make me breathe,

Its those memories that fuel me,

its the only thing that soothes me,

and its the only thing,

That makes me sooo high.

Just looking at your expressions,
makes me watch you more,
those videos of yours,
I have learned them to core.


You did whatever,
you took whatever,
you may want whatever,
but my one and only love,
my only passion,
tell me this :-
How can you forget,
forget the moments,
forget the days,
forget the time,
time we spent together???


If I am addicted,
its only to you,
and you are the only drug,
that controls my senses solely
you are the one,
I love, only.
and you are the only thing that makes me high.


Every narcotics in this world,
may come and go,
This person here will not,
give up and go,
Just you name,
holds the power,
to shatter my senses,
and make me stagger.


One mention, and
those memories fly in
as a great flood,
A flood that shatters,
a flood that drowns,
a flood that destroys,
everything i perceive dear,
leaving behind, only tears.
Its just tears,
that make me smile,
Its this awkwardness that makes me rhyme,
My tears are are my ink,
my blood is my inspiration,
but still its your memory...
and its you who makes me soo high.


Baby I love you is an understatement,
baby I adore you is more so,
In words I cannot tell,
for no one made the word,
that can define your worth and my feelings,
that are for you... only you.

Just know this honey,
you may go wherever,
you may forget me forever,
you may think i was no one....

But tell me this baby,
how can you avoid being the only drug,
the only drug that makes me high???
Its just you that makes me soo high....