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?

Let me live... and live alone....

Life is tension,

love is further apprehension.

Such a waste of emotions,

and mess of feelings.

They tie me to people,

and bind to useless earthly affairs.

I wanna leave;

Stay alone somewhere;

May then I find peace;

Away from all this mayhem.

But this world binds me,

ties me, due to painful emotions and feelings,

due to love and cravings.

I wanna leave and live.

Live alone in the lands of green,

a peaceful place with nature’s reign.

Baptized Fiend!!!!

This is an abstract... and is not supposed to mean anything... written totally absent mindedly. However readers are invited to come out with their own explanations and meanings of this one.

 

Mind not working.

Pain is sane.

Suffering mounts,

game is old and sucking.

I need something new,

to entice the brain,

color it in a new hue.

Waana mark the drops.

blood and Pain in one,

night and Day unclear,

Screwing the thought,

numbing the mind,

paralyzing the reflexes.

I am Baptized Fiend,

the precursor to your screams.

Beware!!! The Doom Awaits.

Capitalization in world,

fueled the economic development.

Fools stuck to farms,

smart-asses went for Industrial Investment.

Necessity gave birth to invention,

while luxury was born of leisure.

Metal crowded the earth of dirt and stone,

while stress mounted instead of peace and pleasure.

Gas, Coal and Oil pumped out,

rendering Earth a hollow globe.

Farms, fields and forests wiped out,

turning the green planet to color of barren brown slope.

Business growing with,

new inventions being developed.

Sensex rising,

fueled by Earth's bones and blood.

Mother Earth, harbinger of all life,

sustains all damages and still smiles.

Year after year, grows the strain,

yet she smiles, yet she smiles, yet she smiles.

The day is not far,

when mother looses her power.

The day of end of this boon,

the day of all life's DOOM!

Chronicles of a lonely Sage…

Swordsman moves,

slashing, cutting and hacking.

Pike man defends,

ducking, dancing and distancing.

Cavalry strikes,

swiftly, orderly and pouncing.

Bowman twinged,

hastily, accurately and covering.

Amid this chaos,

walks a lonely sage.

White gown, streaked red.

his heart bleeding, and emotions dead.

Broken sword,

beneath his feet.

Abandoned hammer,

lies on street.

A head rolled,

on ground in his path.

Amid all sorts of limbs,

some with weapons still attached.

Amid this chaos,

walks a lonely sage.

White gown, streaked red.

his heart bleeding, and emotions dead.

Ears throbbed,

with screams of dying.

Eyes watered,

with clouds of dust and smoke, flying.

Mind numb at,

ruthlessness and butchery by man.

Heart in torment at,

treachery and deceit by God.

Amid this chaos,

walks a lonely sage.

White gown, streaked red.

heart bleeding, and emotions dead.

Why in the name of God?

How can man be so ruthless?

Is it the man’s intolerance;

or is it God’s insolence?

Why for the religion?

Is it not just a path to reach almighty?

What do they gain?

Why so much pain?

Inside the lonely sage,

rages a storm and chaos.

White gown, streaked red,

his heart bleeding and emotions dead.

In the name of God,

they fight and kill.

For the sake of religion,

they break all the rules it preaches.

Where’s the God?

For whom they fight?

Where is the religious doctrine,

that preaches peace and human rite.

Here stands the lonely sage,

enlightened in a personal way.

Its no God, but Human,

we must believe in.

Its not religion, but humanity,

that we must preach and follow.

The only path to peace is,

by being a human;

who is common to every religion.

Here stands he, the lonely sage,

calm and smiling.

White gown, white again;

heart thumping joyously,

and emotions reeling peacefully.