Love for thee

Love for thee is not poetry

Neither a song nor chemistry 

Love for thee is not silence 

Neither my crimes or the heart's Violence    

Love for thee is your smile 

So bright and full of LIFE, Now I can die ... 

Daffodils

I was floating away carelessly, a little white cloud

Why did you have to come like the bright daffodils, so proud

I wanted to stop and gaze at you for eternity 

But the wind blew me away towards meloncholity

Moments ...

What if I get you ... What if I get the world,

will it matter ...

The Notion ... the emotion .. the devotion of being in Love ..

is far Better ...

I would rather have those moments .. than growing exponents

IDENTITY

Dead of the night, when the darkness is bright;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

The time is set, for the straitjacket;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

In her luscious lips, and the sway of her hips;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

In despair, But I still repair;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

Is it it a lost cause or just a Pause;
In MY war against my IDENTITY.

A Decade Gone By ...

They say better late than never ... I felt the advent of the New Decade (and a year too !!) should be the right time to resurrect my Blog ... I wrote something very amateurish but then I am starting again and I hope the beautiful people who used to follow my blog take it to a new height and convince me not to take it any more to new depths :P. Lets cut the Speech, here is something which summarizes how the boy at the start of the Decade became a man ....

The Decade went by ... With a Blink of an Eye
I lost so much but I won too ...
I hated so many but I loved too ...
I failed so often but I succeeded too ...

I found myself But misplaced you.


Happy New Year and a Decade, I will be trying to chronicle the decade that wasn't in my other Blog, see you there.

Coming Back To Life .....

This Blog and its sibling had died out of malnutrition but something stirred and ... so I hope it gets further nourishment.

A moment of silence prevailed ... when I waited for her and I wait for her
I gasp when I see her, its not her deep eyes .... neither her beauty ...
but her love for me ... the mountains, the oceans ... they all fail.

Dawn ...

Dawn it is after the clueless night … the infinite struggle and endless fights;

Now free from the shackles you are ready to flow

With sunshine on your shoulders and wings to grow.