My Style!

It's festive season,
and I bumped in an old, forgotten friend;
or rather, he found me,
while shopping on a road-side stand.

I flipped around,
to find a familiar smiling face,
the name to which, I still
can't recall.

He was dressed so properly,
and I wore a meager Bermudas,
with a stupid Tee.
He shot it a glace,
and shook my hand.

As the initial rounds
of wishing and inquiring died,
he asked me about my fends;
a problem, about which I am still uncertain.

And as if, that wasn't

embarrassing enough,
he went to put forth,
this mighty riddle:-

"I heard you are a poet,
so temme, my friend Varun,
what kind of poetry, you produce,
and what is the style that you use?"

The question was simple,
yet, to me sounded as a riddle.
I am neither an expert,
nor a professional,

I write for me,
and personal reasons.
I don't know the harsh,
tones of rhyme,
nor I understand the
boring concepts of mater.

I didn't study the
art of creation,
I never learned to ornate,
any words, phrase or syllable.

I know no formal rules,
nor formats.
I know no trends,
nor patterns.

I was neither raised an artist,
nor formally educated,
and I follow no set parameters

or rules.

Then, it hit me like
a bolt from the blue.

Yes, I don't follow any rules,
and I am not bound to any other issues.

I write what I want,
I write what I feel,
and I express my emotions,
that's my only zeal.

I give no damn to any
obligations,
my pen and paper are my wings,
my token to freedom.

A smile played on my lips,
as I parted them,
with personal pride and glory,
saying, "'Free Style' is what I pen."

Poem to sweetest Simmi...

One day, I met this gal,

on IC forums, she was new;

proud, selfish and idiotic,

as i perceived and knew.

Thanks to Gaurav (The moron),

we had a fight,

and were blood thirsty uncompromising rivals,

ever since that night.

We fought, we bickered and,

we tried to ignore each other,

and yet we both,

belonged to the same friend - circle.

Our mutual friends tried...

explained...

and reasoned...

but; all their pleas landed on,

ego deafened ears.

We were arch rivals,

loved to hate each other,

and enjoyed our intellectual,

brawls and sneer.

If she ever mentioned,  "Its a hot day with sun like spears",

I naturally and instinctively saw, "cool night with the soothing stars".

Somehow one day, one fine day,

we both chatted,

for once, we didn't comment,

or contemplated.

It was the day,

we got to know each-other,

and realized that our initial impressions

were, but merely biased and unreal.

Since then, we became friends,

much better and much closer,

than we ever thought to be,

or imagined.

Now, in her I have a buddy,

with whom its easy to laugh, share and study.

We share our happiness,

and we divide our sorrows.

With each other we can confess,

and admit our crimes and treasons,

and need not worry about explaining,

or giving any reasons.

She is caring,

and at times seems like a nanny,

mature and confident,

lecturing and explaining every now and then,

screaming and yelling, at other occasions.

But, most of the times,

she is a naughty kid,

seeking attention; and if not granted,

she knows enough pranks to snatch it.

For me, I thank the day,

we reasoned,

and tried to be friends;

for since then I have

a friend, I can trust and share,

all that is a burden.

It's great to have you,

as a friend Simmi;

but, sometimes I also miss the gal,

I loved to hate so much, in our ignorant jiffy.

Lolzzzzz.....

I love you still....

I remember you yet again;

pain and guilt within me.

Feeling of a loss,

that can't be fulfilled.

Charm of this night,

I now remember...

the hills,

the fog....

the cold....

and your cozy hold. 
You snuggling into me;

I remember... i remember it all.
 

With you besides me,

i felt so whole.

My heart on fire,

effect of that magical smile alone.

The memories come back,

haunting my senses,

robbing my calm,

murdering my loneliness...

it's you, just you...

The way your eyes spoke,

i gave into all,

whatever you asked for.
 

Oh yes, I remember,

I remember it all.

 
The feel of your touch,

sent pangs of love;

intoxicating my body...

mind...

heart...

and my soul;

you attracted me like a bug...

You ruled me, my world,

I was a slave,

commanded...

and dumped.

Yet, you my princess, are still..

adored...

and loved.

The real looser?

Mind over heart,

are you a retard?

Peers over love,

your priorities are seriously fucked.

You went out,

with someone.

A Casanova,

out of everyone.

You won,

by enchanting him.

Bastard changed,

fell in love; even if chances seemed dim.

Gave up everything,

poor guy did.

You loved too;

does that put a lid.

You loved him;

that you say.

True love never ends;

in that he believes.

You taught him;

what love is?

You showed him,

all the feelings it brings.

He was a cracker.

Love, for him was a myth.

You prove its existence,

above all, he felt its essence.

Now you don’t

feel anything.

As your lover,

he believes and trusts everything.

You call him,

 sick and a liar.

It pains him,

but is happy to accept,

if that’s your desire.

You misunderstood him,

his feelings.

You found him guilty,

in whatever he said or did.

He tried but failed to reason.

You asked him to let go,

to leave you, and he did.

Not for any other reason,

but just that your smile,

is more important than anything.

You still believe,

he is/was wrong.

He accepts his mistakes,

and more.

For you are his Goddess,

and your happiness matters more.

He let you go then,

i leave you here,

i leave you now;

If you read this,

then do think who here lost what,

and who the real looser is?