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!!!

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.

People on earth are segregated,
Their identities always unique.
Not just fingerprints or birth marks,
But exist many more identity marks.
Can be religious like any tilak,
Can also be sacrilegious things.

Mellifluous activity it seemed,
Descended upon me as death.
Even I have some sacrilegious scars,
I will carry them as vestiges of past..
Past where just pain was felt,
Days when only torture was.

Till I get better I can just wait,
Rubbing clear my ***** slate.
Allowing life to smile with herself,
Found her as my pure happiness...
Just waiting for her to come,
I wait in complete patience.

Keep my poems safe in your heart,
Lest your memory forgets them all.
For my words are each immaterial,
They might lose the value with time.
This emotion for you is the truest,
Believe when I say that I love you.

As this wind changes into a breeze,
Keep holding my hand as lovingly.
Yes I need you to the happy times,
Like I require you in tougher days.
This feeling I get is just very divine,
It is exactly as if I attained Moksha.

Feeling your presence everywhere,
It's this memory fueling my life now.
Lost not are your happy memories,
Helping me out of troubling times.
Diving in the divine pool each day,
Least caring about what they say.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Once upon a time,
I used to be lonely.
But not right now,
I'm alone no more.

Once upon a time,
I used to be so blue.
But not right now,
I am sad no more.

Once upon a time,
I used to be hopeless.
But not right now,
I'm negative no more.

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.

So in the wee hours,
Up I am early on many days,
Chased by demons in nightmares,
Chalking out an escape plan,
Unto the depths of hell,
Bray she may in her realm,
Unto my stiffness she takes me,
S*ucking mine in the nightmare.

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

And I will never know for real,
If she was a cheater surreal.
She had jinxed various boys,
Even I was one of her toys.

Crying over spilt milk is foolish,
I should take her as a lesson.
Hating does not make any sense,
She never mended her ways.

She cheated me or she cheated me not,
It was always a perplexing mystery.
Am I lucky or unlucky – this I know not
And surely The Mystery Continues.

Hearts are not crystals
But still they shatter.
A heart has no brains
But tears it often rains.
Hearts have no eyes
But still detect lies.
So what exactly are hearts?
The Cardiac Paradox.

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.

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.

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 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.

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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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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

I* talk of the fairy from Nagpur.

Lovely she is very much playful,
Of a perfect smile she is holder,
Voracious I am & she's food,
Extremely delicious!!!

Best beautiful girl I've ever known,
Holder of beauty she is a beholder,
Ultra she's as beautiful as the moon,
My dream girl she is my real killer,
I have kindled this dream for her,
Kodak moments are all her smiles,
A**nd her beauty I can never forget.

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.

I am a soldier in
The Great Ancient Army Of Egypt
In love with a dream.

I know that it is
Very difficult to achieve what I wish
In Love With The Queen.

I Won't Give Up
The great dream of my commoner's life
In love with the lonely desert.

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.

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?

When they pray then they sprinkle,
Holy Water all around the place,
The place of worship often in home,
Or in the gathering place to pray,
But they more than often forget to sprinkle,
The Holy Water in their conscience.

How they come back to the extent of sinning,
Hardly unnoticeable is the way they pose,
Pose after praying to look innocent and clean..

And then they sprinkle holy water...

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.

There're lots of differences between the sexes,
And pregnancy is one of them.
The man can not get pregnant,
And the woman can not fertilize herself.
The woman is the one physically expecting,
And the man is pregnant in his mind.
Thinking and planning for his child's future.

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.

I wonder how we will stay,
When we are close together,
Away from the social bounds.

I can't presume us to be good,
When we are close together,
Away behind that wood.

I only foresee them say,
When we are close together,
Away from all societal shames.

I foresee too that someone asks,
When we are close together,
Away from social masks.

I assure you we will be,
When we are close together,
Away from the worldly boundaries.

I don't claim anything baseless,
When we are close together,
Away almost shameless.

I share dignity with you,
When we are close together,
Away in such peace just me & you.

A long poem is
Me...

A longer poem is
You and me..

The longest poem is
We both together.

Under the stark starry night
Listening to winds fight..

Our eyes staring into each other
Together we are lost in poetry...

Sol o Sol!
Come be our guest,
Come & imagine a lunch with us.
Sky o Sky!
Most clement you are,
You are invited to lunch along us.

The stove is just so cold,
The stomach is hot as oven,
Warm bread is our daydream.

May some day come our way,
Our poor daydreams be realized,
Drinking the water in steel tumblers.

Delicious potato-tomato greens,
Sour tamarind sauce will be there,
Such a day has always been on the list.

We toast to our mini picnic,
Gulp chilled water brought along,
Yes so would be our hot celebration.

Let us sit under a tree's shade,
Enjoying our picnic time the best,
Melting some butter on warm bread.

Just for the sake of our joy,
May birds be our music system,
Today we shall feed them as well.

Sol o Sol!
Listen to our invitation,
Come & imagine a lunch with us.
Sky o Sky!
Accept all our offerings,
You are invited to lunch along us.

Even if it rhymes incidentally,
You still don't have to care.

After all this is just another poem,
And poems don't need to rhyme.

Some people won't find sense in a non-rhyming poem,
But it's as though I cared if they even read my stupid ones.

Now it seems you get similar feelings about the world incidentally,
But hey, you need not feel yourself alone as there are other poets too.

And if by any thinnest chance you still feel lonely in the world of poetry,
Then look up to the one who might have introduced you to HP like I do.

If I were a girl,
I would write poems of hope.

If I were a girl,
I would fly high with the wings of eternity.

If I were a girl,
I would enjoy my superior existence.

If I were a girl,
I would respect the future mother in me.

If I were a girl,
I would help the helpless get education.

Even though I am a boy,
I still write poems of hope.

Even though I am a boy,
I still try to fly with my wings.

Even though I am a boy,
I marvel at my uncanny existence.

Even though I am a boy,
I respect the caring future father in me

Even though I am a boy,
I have helped the helpless get education.

I now lie in this pile of dead-bodies,
I wait to be cremated on these burning logs,
I am dead like all others in the pile.

Maybe I bear responsibility equally,
Like the other guy lying at the peak,
I could have stopped it at right time.

I could think about its righteousness,
I could've stopped the darkness from seeping,
I could've prevented the belligerents.

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.

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.

My readers and poetic followers like me,
Even I like and read them thoroughly,
But who introduced poetry to me??
It was none other than you - my love,
Also I write all the pieces of mine for you.

All poetry gets inspired by your innocence,
Loving me is of course your benevolence,
Can I be better cared for by anyone??
I feel so lovingly loved by you - my love,
You are the fulcrum of this life force of me.

Turbocharged by our love are these poems for eternity,
Zooming awn & awn into tomorrow with wings of hope,
Unfazed by their ****** taunts is my decent & romantic poetry,
Emotions flail along faster lanes fanned from fulcrum of love,
Loving you is the most divine mission of my life.