The Angel with the jet black hair,
She seems as though by being present she is stirs the air.
The Angel with the shiny dark eyes,
She seems as though by being plainly looking she freezes you.
The Angel with the skin smooth as cheese,
She seems as though by being so soft that nobody dared touch her.
The Angel with the sweetest of names,
She is you, she is you, she is you, no one else but yes she is you.
Though there are other angels too,
But this poem was written for you.

For this particular image in my mind,
By your youth it was inspired.

To me, her love always was bitter-sweet,
More repulsively bitter than 'twas sweet,
Perhaps because I took her as my mate,
But she was like chalk on my life's slate,
Time rubbed her off & nothing remains,
To her I will truly wish the best of luck,
For she is attracted by the golden light.

My
Adorable
D*arling

I
Do
Not
Think
Of
You
Every
N­ight
Every
Morning!

I have a black heart,
Not just for the sake of art,
But because I am healthy.

My HB is around 15,
Not just for maintaining,
But 'cause I eat healthy.

My weight 6 weeks ago,
Not more than 74.600 kilo,
But I wanted to reduce it.

Some memories don't let me be,
I started skipping meals & jogging,
'Cause I wanted to reduce weight.

Her I wanted to inspire,
That nothing is impossible,
And impossible is nothing.

I lost more than 10 kilograms,
But not that I am ill-fed,
Not ate more than required.

I achieved the feat in 6 weeks,
But just for proving myself,
Not 'cause I don't want to live.

But Death has other plans for me,
Not enthusiastic for taking me along,
I live in the onomatopoeia of time.

Tic toc. Tic toc. Tic toc. Tic.

Time, you have been tipped,
I won't again get slipped,
I want to get ripped.

My original Hindi song from the summer of 2008.
My ancient memory is flawless, however, my short-term memory is such a waste after the life-threatening road accident that happened on May 7, 2010...

GIRTA HOON, [Lest I fall,]
SAMBHALO MUJHE. [Take care of me (now).]
ROTA HOON, [If I cry,]
HANSADO MUJHE. [Make me laugh (now).]
(TUMHAARA HOON, [I'm yours,]
TUMHAARA HI TO HOON MAIN… [Only yours I am...]) x 2

(PAAGAL HOON... [I'm mad...]
GIRTA HOON BAAR-BAAR. [I fall again & again.]
DEEWAANA HOON... [I'm crazy...]
MACHALTA HOON BAAR-BAAR… [I get naughty again & again.]) x 2
TUMHINE TO MUJHKO SAMBHAALA HAR BAAR! [Only you have handled me every time!]
(TUMHAARA HOON, [I'm yours,]
TUMHAARA HI TO HOON MAIN… [Only yours I am...]) x 2

(YE ZINDAGI... [This life...]
BOJH THI MUJHPE YAAR… [It was a burden on me...]
TUM AAYI **... [You have come...]
NA JAANA MERE YAAR… [Now don't go (away) ever...]) x 2
JO TUM NA RAHI TO RAHUNGA KYA MAIN? [If you won't be here then how shall I survive?]
(TUMHAARA HOON, [I'm yours,]
TUMHAARA HI TO HOON MAIN… [Only yours I am...) x 2

GIRTA HOON, [Lest I fall,]
SAMBHALO MUJHE. [Take care  of me (now).]
ROTA HOON, [If I cry,]
HANSADO MUJHE. [Make me laugh (now).]
(TUMHAARA HOON, [I'm yours,]
TUMHAARA HI TO HOON MAIN… [Only yours I am...]) x 2

Don't let this distance increase.

Your cutest appearance,
Your sweet mellow voice,
Your very sensible choice,
Your lucky for me presence,
Your cheery nature of rejoice,
Not even just
Your rhythmic nature of dance,
It's inexplicable why I love you,
Probably it's even unnecessary,
But yes I do proclaim that I love,
*You, yes I love you and only you.

In the pale sunlight of the morning,
I miss your divine glow.
In the shining sunlight of the noon,
I miss your angelic shadow.
In the sinking sunlight of the evening,
I miss you and only you.

In the harsh winds of the society,
I miss your strong care.
In the large outside world unknown,
I miss your natural love.
In the massive tree of a billion people,
I miss you and only you.

In the beautiful meadows,
I miss your voice.
In the scenic mountains,
I miss your company.
In the picturesque seas,
I miss you and only you.

I have accepted my defeat,
And I know that I can't love you,
Not now.

Unlike you, I am not immoral,
But the lover inside is immortal,
Now I know.

I will love someone yet again,
That someone who is luckier,
But of course.

She who is smarter & intelligent,
The one that will love me like I do,
Yes of course.

That someone who is focussed,
Goes on a straight way to success,
Not off course.

Neither intending to insult you,
Nor it intends to glorify me,
This poem is a confession.

I am a plain idiotic lover,
I do not wear Prada like you,
Not borrowing such pleasures.

I am not for you.

I will skim the downpour,
Aiming the best for myself,
And I will succeed.

For my love does not perish,
It just changes its forms, and
It gives me pleasure.

Food>>>
Edibles: Love mate's thoughts can be relished upon.
Drinks: Love mate's tears of happiness and pleasure.

Gifts>>>
Birthday gifts: Love mate's presence is the greatest gift that anyone can receive.
Anniversary gifts: Time spent privately with the love mate away from the society.

Feelings>>>*
Happiness: The pregnancy test reports are positive.
Euphoria: The enthusiastic plans for future children.

I was born a boy,
My deeds are straight,
And manly too.

However, I love a doll,
Her name is Mïŧālī,
And she is so chubby.

A daughter before marriage,
She is so cute and sweet,
Just like a forgotten childhood dream.

Pull her cheeks,
Cuddle her chin,
And kiss her lips.

I want to do it all,
Day in & day out,
Each & every day.

As your friend,
As a good friend,
As the best friend.

Not only
Because I know,
Because I listen,
Because I care...

But also
Because I love you,
And believe me,
There's no better lover than a best friend..

We share tidbits,
We share habits,
We share secrets.

Wait for our day,
When you're my wife, and
We share a life.

As I expected,
Nothing exceptional happened to anyone.

Earth remains,
What happened to the ancient prophecy?

That's why I say,
Predictions & Probabilities Are *BASELESS!

I just love this season,
When mangos ripen,
We get watermelon,
When sorts of flowers bloom,
And nature is alive.

All those moments spent in night,
I could better invest in both of us,
Yes that was a definite time waste,
Because they were spent this way,
Lit only by darkness of negatives,
This was possible if at all we had,
Met in a different conditions set.

I am a lover - sincere and true,
Romancing my love is my creed.
I am a lover - sometimes rude,
But never am I *****-mouthed,
I am a lover - never I'm crude,
Truly guiding my love is my right.
You will be happy and that is my assurance.

I have moved away from you,
For the time being as of need.
I will wait till your war is over,
Supplying you with proxy help,
I am not backing off from my end,
Standing guard will be me - your lover.
You will be free to tackle it your own way.

"You are so cute and deserve the best!"**

But I just sensed her own strong interest.
When I proposed her after she grew up,
She felt she was not at par with the rest.

I offered to show the world differently,
I wrote many songs and epics for her,
She agreed as instincts told to do so.

I saw her grow from a child to a woman,
When she was directionless I oriented her,
She got my focus and the comfort of poetry.

I invested my time in her once upon a time,
Gave her kind sermons to make her happy,
She even felt like having found that road.

But I got careless halfway through it,
Thought she had matured enough for it,
I was wrong 'cause she was always mature!

I loved her truly even if she was a bit unruly,
But when I said there's something so lovely,
She stepped on my love's throat carelessly.

And during this time I have gotten ancient,
My eyes feel so tired of her changing colors,
That I have sought death than this lonely life.

O My Sweet Little One,
No Eye Can Be Cast Upon You Ever,
Never - O - Never - O - Never...

O My Naughty Little One,
Not That I Believed In That Eye Ever,
But I'll Still Be Your Talisman...

O My Happiest Little One,
Nobody Else Do I Think About Ever,
It's Just You - You - Only You...

This is a black day for sports,
Even if not in the world,
Surely Indian sports.

Virat - the young junior player,
He made the engineer quit,
Kumble had to give up.

Virat Kohli has a harsh ego,
He let his ego defeat the team,
Whereas Anil Kumble had none.

I
-I am-
I am like
-I am amazed-
I can't believe it
-I told my Soul Love-
Yeah she's my Sole Love
-That I'd enter her fortress deep-
And I told her that I'll soon one day
-My tongue must be black from underside-
Because she told me that any such war in India
-Was illegal till a later age as the books of law said-
But now it'd be legal at an age which she reaches soon
-The eager period of eagerness has begun and is teasing-
And I wait for breaching the fortress when we meet
-I'll hope she has performed great in her exams-
Care will be well taken by me that our first
-Experience with each other as we meet-
Would be great meeting the first time
-Not necessary her fortress will fall-
Eagerness is there but controlled
-Full ease in handling myself-
She'll see Angels in me
-And Demons too-
(: Surely :)

He is a puppet of great calibre,
This suffices his description,
Both anatomically and morally.

Always moving at the Queen's command,
Feeding himself only with her fed words,
Doing not the right thing but her bidding.

Words like 'We strongly condemn,'
Or 'We will take appropriate measures,'
Sit elegantly on his lips all the time.

I can not ever move on now,
The love I felt for her was wow,
Nothing after her - this is my vow.

Her memories I can not just mow,
This heart is no more a trough,
I put love in it with a plow.

Two flowers used to grow,
The heart is sad & I'm so low,
I kindred them with all the love.

Those who leave they never come back,
But their memories never leave me alone.

My heart is a temple, my heart is a temple,
Where love is worshipped, that home of a lover is my heart.

Each one of my heartbeats is a hymn to her,
I just need to shut my eyelids and she's here,
Death can erase my existence in her life, not my memories.

I submit the wreath of her memories in my heart,
And light the lamps of my tears,
Every breath calls out her name from the abode of love.

How intensely I love you,
You wouldn't ever know,
But you know it is true...

How truly I love you,
You'll always know it,
Just till we meet at all..

How actually I love you,
You can only then know,
When we will really meet.

Poetess Bhumika Fulwani is going to get married soon,
I'm so happy for her because she's not gonna swoon,
For she gets to marry her beau under the stars & the moon,
I bless her to always be with her beau Jitin Waghwani she's granted a boon.

The morning sun,
The twirling vines,
The chirping birds,
The cooing alarms,
The whizzing brush,
The laughing babies,
The rising moonlight,
The evening windows,
The passing moments,
The whirling memories.

Each and every thing talks to me these days,
The passing wind says the sweetest of all things,
For it softly whispers your sweet name in my ears.

We started childish,
Became mature,
Quarreled apish,
Looked for a cure.

Our relationship is,
Yes flawed it is,
Imperfect it is,
But how sweet it is.

We have had tiffs,
You wept and,
I hardly slept,
But we solved if's.

Our little world is,
Free to fly it is,
Not to cry it is,
But we live as it is.

Gusts of winds blow,
Harsh & dry,
We never cry,
And we do not bow.

It gave us a shove,
Humble dove,
Of purest love,
We wore no glove.

Our hands had met,
We put a bet,
In this game,
Carrying full blame.

A long time has passed since I loved,
When I loved someone not my parent,
And I said some cute words to someone.

A long time has passed since I was loved,
When I live right now as I pay a life's rent,
And I committed no sins for the loneliness.

Pain, pain, pain...
It's getting the better of me,
A walking sample I am,
Of a man sans any heart,
Memories remain only to haunt.

Pain, pain, pain..
It's now becoming run of the mill,
A lot of mental pain & torture,
Since I befriended her,
As I thought that she was *my saviour.

If I find you gone,
Then I would better be a recluse,
Gone in reclusion.

Neither a monk nor a priest I'll be,
But I'll simply be an ascetic,
These words are not a bit unwise.

They would not find me unhappy,
Because smiling I always am,
Thanks to you I smile perpetually.

I will sing a lullaby for you to sleep
You will get lost in your dream land

Let tonight be long, for it was a day of heavy thoughts & work
Don't be so bent on revenge dear, one day your luck will change
Let me show you a dream when the sun would shine bright

When you open your eyes young ones, it would be morning again
The message that time brings, will also bring happiness to you
I will not blow off the flame of the lamp yet so do not get scared
 
I just sing this lullaby and you just sleep
Then one day you repeat it for your kids

I find it offensive,
I feel suffocated,
I hate the smell,
I can't breath,
I don't bleed,
I have my,
Trachea itching from the inside.

So just don't *** in front of me,
Unless you want to get into a scuffle,
In front of diseased people,
If you don't want them deceased,
In front of the kids,
If you don't want them to follow you,
In this addiction.

Scribbling away my usual thoughts,
I mostly come across your thoughts,
My shallow beats get deep thoughts.

As they joyfully prance on the dark,
Slaying the darker-grimmer shades,
My brighter thoughts will only win.

In my joyous moments I need you,
In my darker moments I need you,
In my present & future I need you.

Mom, Dad and Auntie, Uncle
We know that our families are a total mismatch,
We know that this takes a lot of time to hatch,
But why not give it some time
And why not let us try.

Destinies have been written to mingle,
If not at this stage then surely at another,
But we already live life as a single entity,
We are sorry that we couldn't just tread upon the path shone by you people, but it's fine! ;-)

The common Indians, famous for visions,
But actually infamous for their laziness.
Me included.
We need to rise above such lucid dreaming,
Then we will observe our world improving.
Yes, surely.
And we won't feel the need to study elsewhere.

The Indians who move out are necessarily required,
To do petty cleaning or similar petty jobs,
Your ego is too big for that.
As much I have known you, you can't handle it,
And I believe that I have known you the best,
Your traits are all known to me.
And that is why I keep on advising you, often needlessly.

I know why you are upset and hopeless regarding me,
Because I have always tried to be your parent,
I tried to be your gaurdian angel.
But you have killed the love inside you by yourself,
I don't fear my own eternal loneliness as much,
As much I fear your eventual failure.
And your probable self-destructive nature at that time.

My studies have shown me the value
Of the perseverance & dedication
Nice in life is really very high

Although you are upset with me now
My love is not so weak as you think
Our future I dreamed & planned
Under a beautiful sky we will live
Rob me of love even yourself can not

Kindly open the doors for me
Ring your door bell when I do
Indeed I'm a mad egoistic man
Past has that old night of love
I** miss your kiss on my lips...

I am not scared of heights,
Not of anything or living beings,
Be it a snake or be it a lion.

I am really brave,
Not put out my flame,
By any serious accident.

I had all my organs failed,
Not my heart had died,
Bring the worst & I won't die.

I was tried by Yamdoot,
No, He couldn't take me,
Because I refused to die then.

I was tried by deadly viral,
Even a fever of 107ºF couldn't **** me,
Because I was yet to meet you.

I am just scared to lose you,
Won't you hold my hand?
Won't you stand by my side...?

Because I know that for sure,
If you are gone from my life,
So would my breath & heartbeat.

It was a very long day in the summer of '12,
The day was a hotter one in the third week of June when I came to know of her.

She was fifteen but her eyes said she was 12,
Her name is unique and unheard of elsewhere and I was impressed after reading poems by her.

I had made up my mind to not fall in love again,
But I was unaware of the Crown written in my destiny is the cutest one ever.

Oh my heart is lost since long,
I feel so heartless now.

What remains inside beating,
Is a hollow pump now..

And it still beats, not for me...

A time will come when we will remember this painful time and smile looking at each other's wedding ring.

Then and there we will hold each other's waists while just silently letting our lips do the rest of the talking.

But till then we must persevere and preserve our love in this relationship while we make the best of this new found timing.

Exclusive is your love I now realize and recognize that you are so cute and beautiful that the world admires your sayings.

So just stay calm I will and feel happier with just the love you gift to me all the time in our life so sweetly singing.

I'll let myself feel as free as you and don't love me lesser than you do otherwise this tinnitus I will keep feeling.

To you my lover I promise that you won't ever feel ignored by me and all will fall in place for our Sun to start shining.

I speak of a sore loner,
A loner who had a *****,
And only his hands for help.

He's so scared of teenage pregnancy,
He spent his years juicing his sausage,
As he often got bored of 'his monotony'.

I AM LONGING FOR YOUR LOVE
I was born with a morose luck.

Awnings of my eyelids contain it,
Meaning to contain the deluge.

Love me not with anything restricting you,
Onto my future, you should move,
Not carrying the baggage of your past,
Genteel breezes of your breath, me they heal,
Into the future you must step with me,
Not worrying about negative things,
Guest you be mine and just accompany me.

Few to wait are more years,
Over the long and lanky,
Rosy and sunny days.

Yes, only your love saves me,
On the days of loneliness,
Under the wicked sky,
Rugged are otherwise my feelings.

Lost in the past is my sweetheart,
Ostensible is my love for you,
Veering away from it you are,
Expecting I am this exclusivity.

He was made Dust bin Laden finally!

The one who knows all definitions,
Is the one Webster who wove it all,
But the Webster spun it so wicked.

Knew the Webster about negatives,
Allowed them to seep everywhere,
Provided not a one stop solution.

That is why people die of bullets,
They perish of many grievances,
Unable to bear the load they are.

No matter which the district,
Whatever may be the town,
Whichever be the parish.

Disciples and toppers,
Students and scholars,
They all come to perish.

If love is successful,
It can translate as life.
If love is unsuccessful,
It can be deadly too.

If love is successful,
One may play the leisurely fife.
If love is unsuccessful,
One may start their countdown.

If love is successful,
It can bless a person.
If love is unsuccessful,
It will **** the person.

For me,
You truly,
Care Sir,
My future,
You wished,
Only bright.

But alas,
It's not,
Thoroughly dark,
Sitting here.

And endeavours,
Not sufficient,
Doomed failure.

Priceless moments,
Indeed wasted,
Eastwards staring,
Caring not,
Efforts wasted,
So sorry.

Because I feel so cheated,
Unforgettable are the marks,
Truly loving makes you prone.

But yes Sire,
I'm only debilitated,
Totally not devastated,
Such pains I'm accustomed to.

Wishing an easier life,
Is not for me at all,
Losing myself,
Long I have been.

So hear in night's ears,
I will rise once again.

Kindly I agree that she used to be innocent,
Rose-like her behaviour used to be scented,
In the ******, she deserted my ship,
Puncturing holes in the old floor as she left,
I** was then looking in the air for a support...

I am not aware why this bitterness lingers,
Senseless memories do not fade away easy.

Hear my plea, O Isis, send your best warrior,
End this search of mine that Aphrodite couldn't,
Rise I will then like the morning bloodshot sun.

And the old ways are not satisfactory enough,
You feel like wanting to marry a petite girl.
A beautiful girl she should be who gives you a feeling pleasurable,
You start dreaming of her imparting satisfaction immeasurable,
Imagine her digging nails into your back as deeper you seep.
Not away from marriage you keep your desires ever,
And the imagination takes the better of your youth,
The volcano accumulates lava & erupts blissfully.

Midriff burning sensation,
Exactly as if it will explode,
Nocturnal timings help,
Stark daylight is undesirable,
Troublesome five days,
Ripe burning inside the temple of life,
Under the wicked sky,
Awry is the cup for collection,
Lopsided is its construction.

Cusping the proof of life,
Unfailing burning sensation,
Pouting by the end of a month.