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....

It's hard to get me!!!

This is probably the last poem of this sort. It was written a while ago, like a few days back or so, didn't get time to post it then. posting it now, with a promise of not repeating the same. I have cried a lot and made myself look a  fool, my friends were worried and sighed.. What a fool!!! Trust me i do realize that was so un-cool. So bear one last piece of shit... After this I shall not repeat it.

Whoaaa.. that rhymed!!! Lolzzzz...............

So many bitches,

around me.

All of them stitches,

a web. to surround me.

I try to elude them,

I try to fool them.

Till now I have been successful,

but, for how long, can I be faithful???

A sting, I had,

is still paining,

a fresh wound,

that just stopped bleeding.

The wound still stings,

yet these bitches,

don;t leave a single chance,

to bite and ditch.

But, I am aware,

a cat, who has tasted,

hot milk in full fair.

Its hard to get me arrested.

I am not a fool to get attracted.

You can try all you want,

but, to get me,

you need to be different.

I ain't going to fall for sluts,

one was enough, and I can't take no more.

Now, I need to find one,

the choice seems hard,

maybe because i am scared.

I need one that is true,

but that one should come from blue,

I can't fall for anyone,

and I won't let my heart be,

healed by just someone.

I don't feel any pain,

that doesn't mean,

I am healed and sane,

I need you still,

that's how I feel.

But, I have to be strong,

kick that bitch,

before I am gone.

She was strong for me,

yet, today I feel I am free.

I got rid of you,

trust me, I am dead,

and gone far away from you.

Err... okies I modified it to suite my current mindset... and so I know it does look way better than what it was... lolzzzz....

Sorry for initial warning [:d][:d][:d][:d][:d]

After the break!!!

After a long break,

my pen is back.

Want to write,

with no ideas or spirit.

Just scribbling,

in vain.

Making no progress,

nothing seems sane.

I wonder why I am so?

Sometimes dead as shelled bark,

sometimes a powerful emo.

For some emotions, I lurk,

WTF why am I such a jerk?

Who the hell looks for emotions,

ok, actors do, and so do writers.

But, they all fake their emotional rations,

How come I am the one,

who can't create them on spur??

I guess I get it,

I am good for nothing.

Let's forget it,

and whoa.. this realization is somthing!!!

If i think that way,

I can keep my head to stay,

I won't fly beyond the horizon,

and, people's praises won't put me on Zion.

Killing the time, I sit here,

Killed enough!!! - the clock sneers.

Packing the stuff, to cook my meal,

being home-alone, thats another ordeal.

To Yashu...

Well this one has been delayed a lot, and I am sorry for such a long delay. But the reason why this has been delayed will be evident when you read the poem itself. The poem lacks any particular form or rhyming scheme.. will look erratic and nonrhythmic at times... But isn't that just like our Yashu... totally spontaneous [:d]

My cute - cute friend Yashu,

can I write anything cuter than you?

Seriously, I wanted to write,

something cuter than your cuteness's might.

It took me days,

and I tried many different ways.

But, nothing turned out to be cool,

in-fact many left me looking like a fool.

It is than that I realized,

nothing cuter can ever be contrived.

For Yashu is a rare Indian blonde,

with a heart of gold.

Her stupidity knows no bounds,

and calling her dumb is my pass-time.

But somewhere I understand,

she is smarter as Einstein.

OK, that was an overstatement,

but who cares,

It is for a friend, I am writing,

and right now only her smile matters.

A multi-talented dumb gal,

that's our Yashu, unfurled.

She is an expert Photographer,

a creative blogger,

an exceptional designer,

and also a fluent German speaker. :(

Apart from this,

she can also paint,

trust me in all these activities,

she is an ace.

She sounds like an eight year old,

her activities prove she is a kiddo,

But, I guess that's what makes her special,

A cute kid, who is adorable.

Oh, and it may sound shocking,

but this lovable kid is also reliable,

you may share your secrets,

no-one, but Isha gets to know them in instant.

I am glad to be her friend,

even if its just a net-friend.

We both listen, laugh, suggest, share and complain,

and no-matter where we are from, the friendship remains.

But, she says a friend,

and that's great,

for now I can scream and,

laugh at her without end.

I respect her, for her persevrance,

with that she made possible,

what we claimed impossible.

She is a true example,

of an old saying - " Love conquers all"

and with her stupid stubbornness,

she proved us wrong,

she gave me the reason to believe,

that there's light below the fall.

Thank You Yashu, for being,

a friend, a mentor, and,

someone to show me the true power of love.

You just prove,

love is not stupid,

it is not just a fable,

it exists,

and if u love someone,

giving up is not a thing;

surely not a thing to do.

And for that,

Thanks a ton, My dear Yashu.

Ode to Isha

 I wrote this one long time back... and almost forgot it, dunno why it dint get posted here... maybe i forgot to post it. Found this one while checking the testimonials i have written on orkut... and so now posting it here.

I want to write,
Something cute, for a friend so bright.
I wonder if these words will shine,
Enough to compliment her and be in line.

Isha the girl I met with luck,
An intelligent, smart, humorous and adorable creature among all IC muck.
Battle was on to be on her friends list,
And guys allover banged the doors with clenched fist.

Nothing could buzz this sweetheart,
As I entered and was about to start.
After a long and witty discussion,
I finally got admission.

We became friends so quickly,
And I got to know about her love for RKV.
Later still I got to know she is an astrologer,
And trust me she can read future.

She can paint, dance and sing as well,
In short a multi talented person in all.
As a friend, she is sweet and nice,
Her intelligence fuels any discussions dumb or wise.

I am glad to have her as a friend,
And wish that same remains unchanged.
Smart girls are rare to be found,
I found her and seek to keep her bound.