● Your moon who'll shine
On the darkest hour of night
Brightening up your path
When anyone else can't.

● Your long eyelashes
On the golden orbs of yours
Covering the eyelids then
When it is a dusty noon..

● Your gorgeous red lips
On the cute babyface of yours
Transforming the shiny smile
As a pout whenever we kiss...

● Your slender smooth waist
On the toned body of yours
Wriggling with full grace
As my hand kisses it....

● Your pain-bearing friend
On those days of pain
Sharing tell-tale signs
When the pain ramps up.....

● Your gut-wrenching partner
On the sleepless moonlit nights
Writing our epic in love-ink
When the nights get naughty......

● Your dream-man poster-boy
On the crevices of your mind
Posing for you in all those poses
As you often fantasize about me.......

● Your courageous support
On courage-demanding days
Facing all these obstacles in life
As we go on the road to nirvana........

● Your skill of creativity
On the pages of our epic
Rhyming along together
When you start thinking.........

● Your permanent companion
On the beautiful road of our lives
Living with you at the same place
When you bring the good news..........

Had loved you very strongly,
It takes a greater strength to move on,
The sky is the witness of my love,
This world is the witness of your lust.

You are:
*Adjusting with all my flaws;
Beauty personified just for me;
Cutest person in my life;
Dream-come-true for me;
Earnest in your love towards me;
Flair of life for me;
Glamorous angel descended from heavens just for me;
Heaven's doorway for me;
I myself for me;
Jacket protecting from cold for me;
Krispi flavour of love for me;
Lesson of life for me;
More than any other thing or person for me;
New breath for me;
Orange morning Sun for me;
Purest towards me from your beautiful heart;
Queen of my heart;
Rigid base for our relationship;
Sexiest person for me;
Trustworthy of my love & life;
Unique partner in love;
Valiant young woman;
Wife material for me;
Xenial & welcoming in nature;
Yearning for me; and,
Zealous & proud about the greatness of our love.

Alone I stand to wait for my better part,
On the black tarmac road through the greens.

Even if I stood away from this work of art,
On my part independently I am beautiful & cute.

In my dream last night I saw my inamorata,
She was coming hopping on the tarmac road.

But I'll move on,
Alone.
It'll be really hard,
Alone.
'Coz I've been that way,
Alone.
For far too long in my life,
Sparing few days of togetherness.
I'm actually solo right here,
Right now.
And no,
I don't want anyone ever again.
'Coz in the end they all tend to leave,
Not caring how they will bereave.

I will miss her,
Not a name here.
But I'll just miss her,
Her very lucid smiles.
And I miss the plans,
They remain a desire unfulfilled.

During all those bad times,
Whether it is in pain or in sorrow,
Or may be when I'm in agony or in grief,
And that is due to the many worldly problems,
I feel relieved when I think of you or talk to you...

I remember that I had promised,
That girl from Chandigarh,
I had promised...

I promised to sing,
So, in her memory, I sing...

I promised to smile,
So, in her memory, I smile..

I also promised to laugh,
So, in her memory, I laugh.

This morning calls out to me
and it tells me that the day,
It is going to be a good one
as with all the days with you.

I only know the ideal idiocracy,
So I am an unrealistic man.
Syncracy is an offensive for me,
So I am an orthodox pig..
I know not what idiosyncrasy is like,
Not in a relationship...

Please read the note before making any comments.

What you have,
You'll need to flaunt,
Or they'll think you've not,
Try to make you feel really short,
So if you don't want to listen them taunt,
You'll just need to flaunt,
You just need to flaunt,
You'll need to flaunt,
And impress them,
Impress them all.

Why do people fall in dear love?
Why do they fall for someone particular?
Why do people fall in dear love?
Why do people of opposite gender attract, oh why?

If you think of it like you do,
Love is only the blues,
Every hit taken in love is sweet.

You must **** your pride in love,
You must keep smiling in pain,
Why they mix a poison in dear life?

Why do people fall in dear love?
Why do they fall for someone particular?
Why do people fall in dear love, oh why?

There's no life without love,
One without love is lonely,
What life is there without love,
Without love you are lonely,
Love brings millions of colours.
People often love someone secretly,
God knows why they are scared to say truly,
Why oh why oh why?

Love is needless trouble,
Love is beautiful all the ways,
Oh I am good away from love,
Love is truthful in all avatars,
Those who step down at the banks of love,
They surely drown one day,
Why oh why oh why?
Everybody loves their someone special,
Know not why only you denial,
Why oh why oh why?
Why oh why oh why?
Why oh why oh why?

Why oh why are they so weak?
Why did you break away so easily?
Why do you bluff it was hard?

Come, Jenny, let us turn gardeners for life
And let us cultivate love in our garden,
Full & supple and steaming & pure.

Let us shatter the shackles of belief,
Hearts thump aloud if you will listen,
Come, Jenny, come let us unite as one...

Come, Jenny, hold this watering cannister,
Come help my hand already holding it,
It is very light that you would hold...

Filled with love for our kind of horticulture,
We hold it happily as our love will not end,
Yes, the one I just named Heart-i-Culture.

This will give us more happiness and love,
We shall be together through every trough,
Now our chaste love will blossom & bloom.

All I asked from her was patience,
Perhaps I expected too much,
She never actually came back.
Neither let me tame time back,
Nor she let herself come back.
And all of it just seems so false,
Reconnecting with her was never done.

I was enjoying the bright moonlight,
Rambling about the starboard,
Rambling about the starboard,
I let my memory go stray backwards.

My ship glided through the calm sea,
Cleaved through brief obfuscate,
Cleaved through brief obfuscate,
My ship exited into the starry waters.

And you will never believe what I saw,
I saw my spirit lifted from me,
I saw my spirit lifted from me,
My body falling dead on starboard.

Out of the body, my spirit wandered,
It wandered furthermore,
It wandered furthermore,
I hope they would cremate my body.

I want to reach your Kàìláshà
Rescue me, my Shiva,
Rescue me, my Shiva,
They reach you through the land.

I shall reach your realm gliding,
Receive me, my Shiva,
Receive me, my Shiva,
Zapping through the night sky.

Your Yamaraj reaches closer,
May they stay happy, my family,
May they stay happy, my family,
Let them move on peacefully.

I know the most beautiful poetess,
She is my gorgeous best friend,
So lucky is all her family.

I know the cutest poetess,
She is no one but a dream,
From her was my pen name.

I want to be her husband,
She will be the coolest mother,
Our kids are going to be so lucky.

I have had time so bitter,
May time now be very kind,
And things may only get better.

I toil as ******* my part,
Just as she is sweating it out,
Midnight oil may not get empty.

I loved her so much and truly,
Free for her is my precious love,
May she accept it with open arms.

I know as much of the future,
She is my only inspiration now,
Future will see us tying the knots.

I wanna reach somewhere else,
For I do not belong here,
Listen to the silence of my panic.

I scream at the top of my voice,
Still, no one listens there,
Maybe I'm an alien here by choice.

I need a panacea for my ills,
A cure for my SADness,
Maybe then I won't get chills.

******-Affective Disorder,
Its SADness destroys me,
Maybe I lack love in my life.

I really need a loving wife,
Who values me enough,
Maybe such a Naari is imaginary.

I am very hopeless in life,
SAD, but not suicidal,
Maybe I have a bigger destiny.

I carry the burden of my past,
Still, I need some love,
Maybe happiness seeks me too.

I am unaware of a true lover,
Who can love me more,
Maybe she exists only in my desires.

I hear that everybody deserves joy,
But I don't know why, but
Maybe my Karma is a bad accountant.

That you are growing up,
That you are not just a girl any more,
That you need different newer type of clothes.

You are becoming a beautiful young woman,
You will see that she is more strict,
You must remain polite.

For she loves you inside,
For she was a girl too just like you,
For she knows today's times aren't safe enough.

She wants to keep your young womanhood safe,
She will impose more restrictions,
She will want your safety.

You would wonder that why I tell you this stuff,
You will realize as the time elapses,
You'll always be protected.

Today it's your life's test,
Today how well you treat your mom,
Today is paid-off tomorrow by the Fruit of Karma.

The leaky kitchen sink,
I hear it everywhere...
Dip - Dip - Dip - Dip - Dip

As if echoing in my heartbeat,
I feel it thumping in my ears...
Dab - Dab - Dab - Dab - Dab

**I do hear it even when it's all silent,
I am thinking it's your name actually...
Amma-Appa! Amma-Appa!! Amma-Appa!!!

In my stomach is what I get
When I think of being loved
By someone exclusively.

I don't believe in any of the world religions because I have different views about Ishwar/Rabb/God.

All My Pain Disappears.
When I see her coming in my thoughts.

Yes the young one is my Ishwar.
She is my Rabb.
She is my God.

She is my sole belief.
Lives in my mind's peaceful region.
She is like a coral reef.
I live in her heart considering her my religion.

She is my soul's relief.
From all these daily worries & tensions.
She is very young friend.
Somebody as young as the new blossoms.
She scents up my days & nights alike.

She is like my child.
Six years & nine months younger female me.
She is my love.
Happy I am & happily I suffer the pain.
She doesn't let my smile fade.

She is my poetry.
Most of my poems come out in her name these days.
She is my divine peace.
Her coming to my life is the brightest opportunity to me.
She inspired me to adopt poetry as my religion.
Her presence gives a meaning to my otherwise meaningless life.
She smiles a very contagious smile I imagine very clearly.

Today is my birthday like I said earlier,
I am 1990 years younger than your Jesus,
But 2 days older than being as young.

Today I have people wishing me everywhere,
I am 99.9% satiated today as I write this,
But 'morrow I will be 100% content as I move on.

This will, of course, be for the permanence,
As she bears neither love nor penance,
But she only kept insulting my existence.

She does not deserve any true lover.

That age,
This day,
The raid.
The laughter which vanished,
Those smiles which perished,
That area which suffered it...
That revenge,
This disease,
The harbour.

I always longed for company,
Of someone whom I can call my own,
Whom I can tease,
Whom I can pamper,
Whom I can care for,
Whom I can get cared by,
Someone who can love me.

Of the very few parents globally,
My parents did not grant me a sibling,
Who could've teased me,
Who'd have pampered me,
Who I'd worry about,
Who I can always cuddle,
Someone who can motivate me.

Let's plan and meet somewhere under the open skies,
Or atop the mountains' peaks under the reeling ice.

Let's plan...

Let's plan and go out somewhere for having some fun,
Or within ourselves at our places without having to run.

Let's plan...

Let's plan and sleep under the stark starry night sky,
Or back in your beachside location with your family.

Let's plan...
Let's plan..
Let's plan.

Dear fellow Indian,
I don't mean to be a stalker,
Not that I didn't find any other Indian,
But it's simply so rare.

Though I know this is more of a rhyme,
Than a good piece of poetry,
Not that I don't have any other way,
But I find this way of greeting appropriate.

21 Guns which blast together,
To show respect to the martyr,
In a ceremonial military salute,
Make noise to fewest residents,
To the patriots they do salute.

All the 21 times the guns blast,
In unison and to show him respect,
The irritable residents find it nonsense,
Cursing the governments for wars,
In unison and in an undertone.

Their criticism is more of war,
Of aristocracy & government,
Apathetic are the commoners,
But to them the peace matters,
Feeling more loyal & patriotic.

Separated from you,
I still find you as my Succubus.

Disconnected from me,
You still find me as your Incubus.

The demons of our egos,
Far more powerful than the desires.

My word is good, it's also true,
I promise to you all my life,
For you will be my wife,
Touch me & you'll see,
How I turn to gold soon,
You'll be my intense magic,
Our families will be our glue.

When the time is ripe,
For me & even you,
It will be alright,
Because you will be my wife,
To indulge in romance,
Engage in this dance,
To create new life.

Don't worry dear, I won't stifle you,
You I won't send in a swoon,
I know you can achieve,
The greater glory.
That will be the day,
For us to unite as one body,
Come dancing to me, my dear lady.

Now, don't procrastinate much,
I'm yours and you're mine too,
And both of us are alike each,
Both me & you were let down,
By the ones we took to be ours,
But we don't need such friends,
Oh, such fake faces around us.

I know that me you'll not disappoint,
You I'll never let feel disheartened,
Babe, I will be patient with you,
And I will let my poems now,
Trust me & you'll see the peak,
Not of any other mountain now,
But of the friendly hillock of love.

You must trust me in this skydive,
I'll take care of you when you need,
When it's time, your dough I'll knead,
Feel my deep love as you dared to jump,
You're the most beautiful of them all,
Now feel confident about yourself,
You're cautious and that's good.

Just don't hold back fearing me,
I'll be gentle and kind with you,
And I expect you to be receptive,
Also, you be ready for new love,
Come, let's look after this dove,
Be receptive to my love, don't fear,
Be intimate when I pull you near.

One of my wife's gorgeous friends,
Eyes as large as marigolds,
But I knew her name not,
Taller & slimmer she was,
She came to greet my wife,
Happy married life with me,
My wife introduced her as Gayatri.

"Such a divine sweet name!"
So I exclaimed moving closer,
And the cooker started whistling.

I just thought something,
And looked towards my wife,
"Your pulses got ready,
Please look after them,
Lest they get burned,
Proceed towards the kitchen,
Your effort might go wasted."

My wife looked at me suspiciously,
Slanting her head she commanded,
"Let the pulses be burned,
I won't let you bake any cake,
You go, mind the pulses instead."

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No.
I don't refer only to our comfortable parental house in Bangalore,
But here I also mean my heart and my heartbeats are the percussionist's rhythm issuing out loud for you.

And I feel your feet shaking to it as you hold me in a tight embrace & it beats aloud rhythmically for you,
It's my heart which I mean here as the house ready-made for you,
Yes.

You have a weak memory,
Why do you stress yours?
She had been sweeter once,
Why keep bitter memories?
Just forget her wrongdoings,
Why to disturb old wounds?
Remember that you deserve better.

Flying over a field of red flowers,
These wings of doom threaten.

Away they may vanish now,
For a pretty sight they make not.

The wings are not of flesh & bones,
They are of metals that threaten.

Carrying not a casual bird they are,
But engines of war and agents of death.

Men guiding like agents of the Devil,
Not like motherly angels of the God.

In contrast with the roses below,
They don't give elegant poses above.

Silent death sweeps closely overhead,
Among the roses readies our death bed.

My biological birth anniversary is coming,
Just two weeks are still remaining.

Turning I shall be twenty-nine,
I hope to be at my birthday fine.

Study I shall more for my exams,
These won't get over till later days.

The toughest examination I wrote,
With my blood, I had written it.

May 7th, you know the day,
It is my second birthday.

Second birthday as a disaster,
A disaster that was averted.

The year was Twenty Ten,
Fall I did off the bike then.

Plunged into a deathly coma,
I scared both my Pa and Ma.

However, here I am, rhyming again,
Writing poems to forget the pain.

She was my sunshine,
She was my rain,
I had another chance,
Now I'm single once again!

But before my breakup,
Prior to this beautiful relationship,
I was feeling lonelier than ever...
Hadn't I thought forever single 'coz so much was the pain after my inglorious accident,
But I knew that I would fail my decision & taste the pain once more..
Little did I know that her newer, younger ego would be stronger than any diamond.

She was my girl,
I took it so literally...
She was my girlfriend,
I felt lucky to be with her..
She sure was cute and sweet,
I just felt so much privileged.
She was a very pampered baby,
More my daughter than a friend..
She was still immature mentally,
Not ready for the relation...

She was addicted to fast-food,
I was being eerily parent-like to her...
She loved to tell me her sufferings,
I was telling her to improve her habits..
She broke up the relation just recently,
I was dumped again for being overcaring.

But it's okay with me,
I will take my box elsewhere,
Because such a girl will surely be,
I think she's out there - somewhere...

Surely she is out there.

I retired as a colonel and am aged 64 years now.
My son was enrolled in the army two years ago.
He turned 32 years & got married only last year.

Today I looked at the lawn and it needed a mow.
So I picked up the lawnmower and started to go.
A man in military fatigues was coming near now.

Not my son but another soldier from his row.
I was looking at his face that had said a big no.
The soldier came near & stopped to inform in a low but calm voice, 'Sir, I've brought his luggage,'

The words seared through my chest like a bullet.

This is a sweet reminder,
That the best is still to come,
Our relationship can only shine.

These are my thoughts for you,
In my arms every night, you will perish.

Yes, you will squirm and squiggle,
When my tongue inside you, I shall swivel.

Yes, you will lose yourself in my embrace,
When I shall touch you, you will live again.

Yes, when moonlight will glitter your face,
Then I shall kiss you back till forever.

Yes, you will love me more and more,
Intensely and insanely, in sweet pain.

These poems I write for you,
Might just be words for the rest,
But I know what these are for you.

These poems I write for you,
Might well be my heart's crest,
Waves they send of love for you..

These poems I write for you,
Will always stand time's test,
But... These are only for you...

It is a boon for me.

Lost I have nothing,
Of you I think highly,
Variety I have seen,
Even more remains.

You are the divine Angel,
Our dreams being nurtured,
U**ntold stories of our love.

Loving you is my independence.

In your story you are the protagonist.

While *I am a dutiful caretaker,
I want you to let me sink,
Lower & deeper into your eyes,
Loving we have come to each other.

A* a true lover and admirer *I am,
Listen to my heartbeat someday,
When I will not miss your glam,
Amazing is this love they'll say,
Yours I will forever be the dam,
Shall I ever miss you madam?

Lean down I will to kiss you,
On your forehead, cheeks & lips,
Very softly I will be kissing you,
Entering you it will be a bliss.

You love and desire me so much,
Of your craze I am so crazy,
Unnatural your faith is.

My dream is coming true in you,
You I will always be so thankful.

Pushing my efforts I always am,
Oath of love is unbreakable here,
On this lovely and smooth tram,
Jinx they may but none we fear,
Always be happy with you I am.

It is not as ugly,
Even not as scary.
But tell me - won't you,
Who like to go to big hospitals of the nation?

My lonely life was a sandy sunburnt beach,
It had only given me hostile air in the past,
But your presence came to me like zephyr.

Gone are the lonely days & sleepless nights,
Lonely days only distantly & weakly scary,
Could my luck shine any brighter & better?

Tell me, oh destiny, may you not keep quiet,
Tell me about future & tell of days troubled,
Tell me more, but about a future combined!

I choose happiness galore and sweet tears,
Peaceful days like this only calling me soon,
Knock-knock-knocking on our dreams' door.

The Hindu girl was very poor.
Christianity offered her a better life.

The church bribed her to Christianity.
All she had to do was very simple.

She was very beautiful and slim.
All clergy wanted her to be their exclusive Ecclesiastical Ecdysiast.

Just stay as much strong as you are,
Don't at all fear any difficulty,
For difficulties are many if feared,
But there isn't if you are courageous.

Just stay focused on your target now,
Don't let your attention divert,
For attention is the key to success,
But you shouldn't be over-confident.

Just stay low & know when to plan,
Don't hurry or scramble in life,
For patience is certainly so sweet,
But avoid being lethargic and lazy.

And when you think that you are prepared,
Revise your gameplan & tactics buddy,
It isn't boring to visualize your success,
Surely prepare as much to succeed tomorrow,
Entering into your persona is confidence with preparation.

You often think that you are immortal, invincible but a Mxyzptlk will always be there to show you that you are but mortal.

That Mxyzptlk here is time,
Yes it's time, dime for dime,
The entity is the strongest,
With patience you can deal with it the best.

In these youth that only ditch,
There is a thread loosely stitch,
They gave a name for the glitch.

They just feel so entangled,
If I could satiate the deranged,
I would have felt happier & loved.

Not in the slightest her fault,
The fault is in my safety vault,
I can't protect it by adding salt.

She had her personality affected,
On the borderline of love she was,
She might get better when matured.

So I will wait for her to grow up,
Because mangoes are sour unripe,
So she might not repent her flurry.

Even though she is upset now,
I should patiently wait for her,
Us both together, life be wow!

She suffers a borderline personality disorder,
And I suffer its deranged consequences,
But I have not given up yet on her.

Lest one may tap my shoulder from my past,
For I'm striving to come back to my present.

Beyond thinking about her 24x7x365 benefit,
Now here I'm cursing myself for being unfit.

Was she true ever, or was I paranoid forever,
I will not get to know any of it for real ever.

Her mother had told me about her daughter,
That she had met someone else from Gujarat.

And now I have known who it was before me,
For whom she broke up with me permanently.

Will you just continue to hide behind your lies,
Or would you come out in the open ultimately?

Oh dear, why did you not tell me to stop ever,
Were you just trying me just as a time pass bf?