Daddy had gotten dengue,
But now he is fine.

I was a bit scared & worried,
But now I am okay.

My service shines in his health,
But I'm unhappy with his increasing age.

A sharp ****** smiling depression,
Called a dimple is much desirable.
I have only hints of it.

I wish that I had some pronounced,
So prominent and obvious dimples,
I have a desire for it.

A deep mental negative depression,
Called a gloomy grief is not desired.
I have so much of it.

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.

If our paths never cross again,
I want you to forget the pain,
Forgive me and be sane,
Do spare me of the bane.

She was not solely a desire,
She was my requirement,
She was very beautiful,
Only till she showed her dark heart.

Her self-centred winds destroyed it,
Relation was beautiful,
That was a requirement,
It is just happy memories.

But now I must moved on,
She was not mine ever,
She could not get it,
For me it's yet another relation over.

Parents' spoilt brat,
I am their only child.
I am still not used to it,
Loneliness blights me.
I try to make them mild,
These ghosts of loneliness,
The ghosts written in my destiny.

Destiny* had had offered me a choice,
Good memory* or a best friend for life,
I don't much remember what I chose.

In A Mood As Good As Awesome Food

With Eyes As Bright As Black Onyx

She'll Be Reading & Re-reading

This Puny Piece Of Poetry

Twirling Her Silky Hair

With Slender Fingers

And Often Smile

As She Imagines

Walking A Mile

Along With Me

Hands-In-Hands

On A Sweet Day

Not Waiting Until

The Month Of May

She'll Be Reading This

And She Will Do It Soon

Pulled Like A Dove By Love

Love That I Never Fail To Display

Through My Words In My Puny Poems

I Rightly Write Rightfully For Her - Her Only.

Come oh near.
Oh sweet dear.
Don't you fear.

Going through this journey we smile.
As we pass by each and every mile.
In my boxed bed you and me lie.
Buried at distance from any lie.
Bloodless are our pale bodies.
In night we crave for blood.
We rise from our slumber.

Why did I forget that I am a mortal,
How could I just ignore that fact?
I am merely a mortal loving another,
Perplexed I am why she ever left.

Why should I waste my time,
On another immature person?
Either way I lose precious hours,
Should let her go and live on.

Remembering her is not worthy,
Edging each year closer to thirty.
Every day I realise my waning age,
Living in the self-made cage.

I had never foreseen her leave,
Not for that I was always truthful.
These memories are all I have,
On the dreary nights handful.

Most of the visions for future,
Interest waning away from life.
No, she wouldn't ever be here,
Ex- she won't ever be my wife.

Maybe I need to broaden my spectrum,
India is the land I took this birth in.
Now I live searching for a plectrum,
Exact fit for my life's good guitarin'.

Unluckily, I am an offspring of two different genotypes,
For it, I so often face the reverse apartheid by a faction,
That faction particular is omnipresent in this nation.

Unseemingly, extremely patriotic I do feel except during cricket,
They look, at my face and deduce that I am not one of them,
That I speak their tongue more eloquently doesn't count..

Up North, they think that my nose is a bit like a Dravidian,
But down South, they often think that I am an Aryan,
That boycotts me in this land of the Indian nation...

Dil aaj khush hai,
Kyon aaj khush hai?
Doori ghatne lagi,
Doori ghatne lagi!
Tu mera pyaar hai.

Tu jo aayi to,
Kyon ye laga mujhko?
Dil mein basi hai tu,
Doori ghatne lagi!
Tu mera pyaar hai.


Today my heart is happy,
Why is it so happy?
Oh dear you're mine,
Oh dear you're mine!
Oh dear I love you.

When you came over,
Why I just felt so?
You live in my heart,
Oh dear you're mine!
Oh dear, I love you.

Dil mein hai tu, | You're in my heart,
Dhadkan mein tu, | You're in the heartbeat,
Jaan mein basi hai... | You live in the life force...
Din mein hai tu, | You're in my days,
Raaton mein tu, | You're in my nights,
Khwaab mein basi hai... | You're in my dreams...

O Jaana! Tu hai kahaan? | Oh dear! Where are you?
O Jaana! Main tadapta yahaan! | Oh dear! I'm in agony here!
O Jaana! Meri manzil wahaan! | Oh dear! My destination is there!
O Jaana! Ke tu hai jahaan! | Oh dear! Wherever you are!
Ab to tu aaja! Mann mein samaaja! | Now you just come! Take your place in my heart!
Ab to tu aaja! Meri zindagi mein aaja -ha ha, ** o o o **! ** o o o ** **! ** o o o **! | Now you just come! Take your place in my life - oh yeah, ** o o o **! ** o o o ** **! ** o o o **!

Teri ye baatein, | These matters of yours,
Mujhko sataati, | Me they torment,
Kitna rulaati hain. | Make me cry.
Teri ye baatein, | These matters of yours,
Mujhko hain bhaati, | Me they entice,
Kitna hansaati hain. | Make me laugh.

O Jaana! Le-le meri jaan! | Oh dear! Just **** me!
O Jaana! Tu hai mera jahaan! | Oh dear! You're my world!
O Jaana! Main khush hoon wahaan! | Oh dear! I'm happy there!
O Jaana! Ke tu hai jahaan! | Oh dear! Wherever you are!
Ab to tu aaja! Mann mein samaaja! | Now you just come! Take your place in my heart!
Ab to tu aaja! Meri zindagi mein aaja -ha ha, ** o o o **! ** o o o ** **! ** o o o **! | Now you just come! Take your place in my life - oh yeah, ** o o o **! ** o o o ** **! ** o o o **!

Dil mein hai tu, | You're in my heart,
Dhadkan mein tu, | You're in the heartbeat,
Jaan mein basi hai... | You live in the life force...
Din mein hai tu, | You're in my days,
Raaton mein tu, | You're in my nights,
Khwaab mein basi hai... | You're in my dreams...

Dil mein mere hai tu,
Dil mein mere hai tu,
Tu dil mein mere hai basi,
Tu dil mein mere hai basi.

Inside my heart you reside,
Inside my heart you reside,
You are housed within my heart,
You are housed within my heart.

It could have been dirtier if I had not shot myself,
After being disheartened by a cheating wife.

Now you might ask what dirtier than blood on the ceiling,
Even dirtier than a bullet through my lower jaw?

Yes I answer.

If I had chosen to stay alive,
And fix the matter once & for all.

If I had barged into her privacy,
Into the indecent incandescence.

If I had not shot myself,
And had shot them both.

Then my honour would have suffered,
Court martial is far worse than that.

I was tired from killing terrorists,
And I loved her too much to hurt her.

Even so, had I not promised her dad,
That I'll care about her just as he did.

And, had I not promised her mother,
That I'll hurt her never ever ever...?

So I chose the easier way,
I just shot myself dead.

Now she'll live peaceably,
And even I will definitely.

Not worrying about what they say,
Not worrying about the government,
Not worrying about the nation now.

I just hope my buddies will take care,
Of their own & the national security.

I am disgusted with the idea of doomsday/pralay/qayamat.
They just don't seem to learn that doomsday can't be brought by anyone other than the human species itself.
There is no invisible hand in the sky orchestrating this complex biological and physicochemical existence in this world.
We were just created by mother nature and now we are orphans since a long time.

The hospitals,
They sold our disorder
To the pharmaceutical companies.

Places that ought to look after us,
They look at our purse,
For the drugs.

I am here
You are there
Yet we both are near
Come that one bit closer
Let all distances disappear

Just bear it with me
We will synchronize
Come respire with me
Let both our lips meet
Hips moving to the beat

A long, narrow & deep crevice
Is called a ditch.

Abandoning a man on the way,
Is also called to ditch.

All differences lie in the source,
Second one is done by a *****.

I love your divine face,
And also your sweet smile.

I will take you to a divine place,
And let us walk for an infinite mile.

Love me or don't,
I'll not change my feelings.

People will say stuff against you,
I'll not listen to them at all.

Be mine or don't,
I seriously won't mind.

I'm not a professional killer,
But I own a gun largely unused,
For I use my hands to shoot them.

I'm not a professional hunter,
But the game found my gun rather big,
For mine was the first gun she saw up close..

I'm not a professional poet,
But I shoot some bullets from my gun,
For you to reread and call them poems...

Do not be too much trusting,
For loyalty comes from within,
A woman cheated her father,
But her father was not at fault,
And now she apes, not her father,
She learnt nothing from him,
But from the woman instead.

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.

In the warm calm of this dark night,
I prepare for my next fight,
It's not an option, I won't take the flight.

In this soliloquy, I am not so lonely,
I'm with myself right now,
It's not just a trial, I meditate and how.

In this ordeal, I am out of my body,
I need to focus consciously,
It's a fight – it's a war – with great spoils.

This world is not a place for love at all,
Giving just so many failed love stories,
People just block all love instinctively.

Calling out my name in public just yet,
An action I would not suggest you did,
For it brings us a bad name & ill-fame.

Once both of us have attained the ages,
Believing when I ask you to be patient,
So wait till you are 23 & we can marry.

The seriously sweet spirit is youthful,
Your playground is not at all calm,
What bothers you is this seriousness.

Now listen to me oh youthful friend,
Do not fret or sweat in difficulties,
Just stay focused and fly high in sky.

This is just to count the number,
The number of people who are,
Intentionally or unintentionally,
The wild crazier type of people,
This is just to acknowledge them.
Count them I will through this,
They who will like this post,
Or the ones who will just read it,
I connect so much with you all,
'Coz you are all just like me,
Doing what's suggested not to!

When all is temporary
Be it happiness or grief,
Why not adapt to blues,
Don't mourn her departure.
Oh Bard, why worry about the grief?
Grief is your permanent partner.
Joy is temporary like shadow.

Afar be the destination,
Is the love from parents any less?
Thorny be the foot sole,
But is your backup any less?
You have your loving companions,
Joy is temporary like shadow.

When there is a grief,
Then are alighted the eye lamps.
In this world full of loneliness,
Do not fear its lonely roads.
At least you have a companion,
Joy is temporary like shadow.

Don't let this distance increase.

With the short one
For it is written by a
Loving one for another
Loved one, yes a loved one
Who is cuter
Than
The
Word
Cute
Itself
And
Brings
Peace & Satisfaction
Love & Contentment
To my otherwise lonely life.

It's not necessary for God to be like they say,
And if God is indeed so limited, then it's not God.

Just think of it, come on now, just think of it,
If God is omnipotent, omnipresent & omniscient,
Then why so limited?

Why assign a gender,
Why call, 'formless,'
Why say, 'sinless?'

If God has a gender,
Why not a female?
If God is formless,
How can It judge?

You believe in men born in the desert,
Dehydrated and hallucinating men.
All your À-Bràhmìk reLIEgions,
They are follower-hungry,
Strains of narcissism.

Accept that your God is weak,
So weak that it can't even take a form,
Or even endure criticism.

Don't wait for her, oh heart.
Let her be gone.
She was like an Air India flight & you're on her no-fly list like Ravindra Gaikwad!

Because you're my dear,
Because you're my love,
Because you're my life.

I used to look for a comparison,
Someone to compare you with,
But not now-not now-not now.

Because you're the happiest,
Because you're the sweetest,
Because you're the loveliest.

I used to remain so sore with life,
And I resented it for being so cruel,
But now you're here, yes you're here.

Because you're destiny's sun shining,
Because you're my garnishing beam,
Because you're my true-true-true love.

I feel so optimistic with future now,
And I know that I'm so vulnerable,
But now nothing can go wrong.

Because you're completing me,
Because you're wanting me,
Because you're loving me!

Of course we love each other,
I accept this wholeheartedly,
I am really proud about that,
Proud due to my love for you,
And, happy feeling your love.

We will get married for sure,
How to do that I don't know,
Hopefully we will be closest,
To each other simply for life,
And, not just for our present.

You're my dopamine,
Yes, you are.

You're my excitement,
You're my only turn on.

You're my motivation,
You're my one & only love.

You're my encouragement,
Yes, you are my dream girl.

I
Do not
Doubt you any
Longer.

I
Am sorry
That I doubted
You..

I
Will not
Doubt you ever
Again...

You are not here,
It is a different thing.
You are not here,
It is a separate thing.
Because I can have your manifestation,
And I can have them anytime,
Enjoying Krispy Kreme Doughnuts.

You do not love me,
It is a strange thing.
Nor do I love you,
It is a sad thing.
But my feelings are not dead like yours,
And I can revive them anytime,
Eating Krispy Kreme Doughnuts.

You gave in to my courtship,
I cusped your face in my hands,
That was when we met in Amritsar,
I had clutched your cute fingers,
Nervous you seemed while smiling.


I can never forget that luckiest day,
Whatever anybody might bray,
Your eyes are truthful darling love,
I am very thankful to the dove,
Thankful to the **dove of love.

Staying and not giving up is brevity,
And I have a lot of that within me,
Developed even more with time.

This – all of this – is just a challenge,
Have not I faced more serious time,
At the doors of hell trapped was me,
Thermal oven my forehead became.

Yes, unnatural temperatures of fever,
Off my forehead rose moist fumes,
Underrated my chances of living.

Greatly influenced by my loneliness,
A* strength of bearing just anything,
Very pure are such lovely feelings,
Escaping I am never my destiny.

Understood I never why you gave up,
P**lus I see you adamantly remain same.

It was time till now indifferently writing my destiny,
But now it's me who determines all of it as its owner,
Yes I am the draftsman in-charge of my destiny now.

Yes I am the boss of my own destiny from now on,
I realize that this is my life and I will draft it now,
Dear time accept my apologies for belittling you.

Also, I have a beautiful objective in my life now,
But she's not just an objective - she's the co-owner,
We shall both sail peacefully in this armada of love.

Born to working parents,
Brought up an only child,
Fake I won't my happiness,
Because I'm actually unhappy.

These monsters I've faced alone,
They exploited me in loneliness,
Faith shook & shredded away,
Through toys I sat the saddle.

Saddle of the young sadness,
Searing through the darkness,
Fidelity of my shaking small hands,
Survived the lonely tides of time.

Loneliness eats me alive,
Less dreams I nurture,
Faking smiles I got tired,
Long the ordeal was written.

Growling is the growing sadness,
Gestation of 9 months in womb,
Fulcrum of my life was prepared,
Gift of loneliness they presented me.

Dream about me & my love, my darling
Dream about us being one, my darling
Dream about your future, my darling
Dream about each night, my darling
Dream about life happily, my darling
Dream about our romance, my darling
Dream about the aspirations, my darling

And prepare dedicatedly for the life you want.

I have a dream & some desires,
Let there be contentment for me,
And no one should have for me, ire.

My list of desires isn't endless,
I actually require, not just need, her,
And for meeting her family's, particularly her father's, expectations.

When I'll have her in the delivery room,
Then I will just be praying to time,
And wishing our combined life to be peacefully happy and content extremely.

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!!!

Down the depths of the lake of your eyes' nectar flowing,
Very often I find myself lost in the oblivion - drowning...

It comes over me as handling - very much controlling,
Trying to dodge the memories of her which are entailing..

While I try to convince myself - I am cursed for life,
I am married since my birth and my wife's name is misery.

Facing the fascist farce of the fakely free,
Like in all instances of various love stories,
Even our love is another voiceless-dumb one.

But we have surely enough shouted out loud,
Proclaiming love to the bigotry of this world,
Greatly enjoying with each other in this life.

This Cleverly Clawed Society,
These Painted Persuasive People,
With Their Apparently Sweet Talks,
They're All Eating Us Alive!

This Hyper Humane Society,
These Perpetually Punishing People,
With Their Evidently Sugary Eyes,
They're All Feasting Us Alive!!

This Sweetly Sociable Society,
These Poorly Pigmented People,
With Their Heavily Sharpened Teeth,
They're All Gorging Us Alive!!!

I have been thinking about & claim,
Is not the world all way too eccentric?
Anyone wondering how & why I claim so,
Should look at all of these facts so very fanatic.

The different crimes taking place in worldly realm,
Various wars & murders and thievery & rapes,
Outrageous scams & malignant corruption,
All fortify the claim of the world being so.

As I can infer from my first few thoughts,
About this fairly asymmetric world,
Where our orbit around the sun,
Is elliptical & not circular,
Our eccentricity is excused convincingly.