The fairer sex is an enigma..
I dont understand even the one i call maa..
In their grace and beauty hides something..
of which i fathom nothing..
Speaking the same language as we do..
Their meaning i still cant undo..
Over and over to know i tried in vain..
how their power over men drives us insane..
We love them for every little thing..
For just looking at them makes our heart sing..
We secretly like them making us wait..
We like to watch their lovely gait..
One they say is made for me..
Wonder where n who is she..
The search is on and forever it will be..
Till i find the angel meant for me..
I posted this one on orkut a long long time ago and got quite surprising responses.. including a “To men” right back at me..
One without the other always damned..
Physical and mental differences i ponder..
Oh, the almighty did play a wicked plot..
Dividing us amongst our own lot..
A knight stands strong fighting his side..
On the other a lady scorned and weapons drawn wide..
Both in eternal battle engaged for now..
What attacks and counterattacks, and oh how?
One without the other incomplete..
Each in the other their match do meet..
From time immemorial to future unending..
One to the other is bound , body and mind..
Try as we may to escape it..
The thing is thats the only way we fit..
Two pieces of a puzzle simple..
Two faces of a magical coin till we wrinkle..
Fight it or embrace it choose u can..
But lie not to ur heart and to ur own clan..
For even in the deepest of hatred..
A little care and love has somewhere bred..
I have my reasons to choose my path too..
But logic gives me reasons few..
To ensue in a fight ages old yet new..
As always i stand by as i have no clue…
Sunshine in the month of may..
Another one of many such days..
But somehow i feel out of place..
But today seems a little too long..
There are things to do and places to go..
But my heart somehow says No..
And yet i have an inexplicable frown..
If everything is as is meant to be..
Why is something bothering me?
Answers for questions unasked..
Words to dreams unseen..
As my thoughts spill beyond time..
Is silence an actual crime ???
So Shail has finally done something about that beautiful talent of hers. About time too. Am shamelessly plugging for her and will be doing quite a few times here forward (Get used to it).
Go but the book at
Its poetry and the good kind. Look at her blog if you dont believe me.
Blogging is a funny thing to do
A way out of routine and a nice break too
Total freedom to say the things you want
To rant, to speak out and to touch a million minds
The start is the easy part
You register, login and begin to talk real smart
Your thoughts pour out loud and clear
Matters of the heart, issues that are dear
The flow ebbs as time goes by
The million minds dont say hi
The posts waver and come to a halt
You start doubting if its your fault.
Getting attention isnt that easy
And the blogosphere isnt for the lazy
Churn out content night after day
And comment to others , have your say
The views will come, I promise you this
If your blog doesnt lose its fizz
So what are you waiting for, go write another post
Let out that thought, that poem, that crazy ghost.
Can you see it in her Eyes ?
Does her face not give it away ?
Are words really needed on such a day ?
This is heaven, with hell to pay.
Hold her in this moment forever
Don’t break the spell, hold her nearer
Let the magic hold you in its sway
Have all of eternity in a day
Swing her in your arms to that silent tune
Kiss her tonight under the full new moon
Make it a night she cant forget
Make it a memory that never gathers dust..
The rock and roll scene gets to all..
While some succeed, most do fall..
Across the globe, they pop out from nowhere..
Telling the world how they dont care..
The fans go crazy at these guys..
Yuppy kids with jeans hanging off thighs..
A tattoo and a guitar is all you need..
That and lyrics no one can read..
Its a wacky crazy life I hear..
There’s wine, women and wealth to spare..
Those kisses that they throw in the air..
Make hearts flutter of many a maiden fair..
But all good things come to an end..
Most of them end up lonely around the bend..
In the solitude of their golden years they lie..
Often in pain wishing to just die..
I got the tattoo but no guitar..
I dont have a voice or the funky car..
Guess the rebel in me must be content..
That I can afford the next months rent..
A glimpse is sometimes all you get
of a dream, an angel, a moment just before sunset
This is it you say to yourself
and then it passes, its gone, it never was
The search begins from then on forward
For something that defines you but cant be expressed
Such is life, This is It
This is what a 55 er is; information from Usha’s post
A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:
- Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
- A setting,
- One or more characters,
- Some conflict, and
- A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)
I dont have a heading for this one and am not sure if this one does justice to all the above rules. But if it doesnt, then maybe i can write one again. 😀
Lets just take a walk, you and me
A stroll around that park, of all others free
You can hold my hand like that just above the elbow
Lean on my shoulder and match step for step
Lets talk of things we thought we had forgotten
of things we want to forget and of things we never can
Lets talk as if to ourselves but only somehow better
Lets share this space, this moment, this heartbeat
Lets leave what needs no telling unsaid
Lets not wonder of where it will all go to in the end
Lets forget time and promises and all else that isn’t you or me
Lets take a walk, just you and me
There are no free lunches in life’s long lanes..
Help comes at a price, often measured in pain..
Every stranger is a possible friend..
Most fraud, some true from above are send..
Friendships of convenience are all that exist today..
Ties that bind are broken, when truth has its final say..
We all pretend and smile as if nothing is wrong..
A smile not reaching our eyes, with the rest going along..
Sympathy is a word without meaning today..
It doesnt really matter whatever you say..
Someones pain is seen only if nothing else is in the way..
Noone wants to be the shoulder to cry on, not today..