The Divine Lady ( version 2)

the moonlight smile that brightens every face,
unknowingly, renders me sleepless for days,

the whiskey sopped eyes, the shy gaze,
time and again they besot me,
leaving behind a romantic haze,

the honey filled voice lacing each word,
flows out in a slow rhythemic pace,
conducting the orchestra as my heart plays.

lady i confess,
in these moments of craze,
i can spend my life writing paeans,
admiring your lovely ways,
and some day you'll look back, divine lady,
is all this connoisseur ever prays.

My divine lady

the moonlight smile that brightens every face,
unknowingly, renders me sleepless for days,

the whiskey sopped eyes, the shy gaze,
time and again they besot me,
leaving behind a romantic haze,

the honey filled voice lacing each word,
flows out in a slow rhythemic pace,
conducting the orchestra as my heart plays.

lady i confess, in these moments of craze,
ever since i have known your lovely ways,
this slave of your divine beauty, always prays,
someday in faraway dreamy place,
together we'll live and spend peaceful days,
watching our children play under the sun's rays.

The last painting...

Paintings on the undulating canvas of time, I often make,
sketched by my flikering imagination,
and colored by visions of love filled times.

Plunges into the ocean of fantasies, I often take,
realizing that beyond this dimension i see,
there lies that dimension i can always create.

One of these days, I wish it were all real,
the dolphins swimming across the horizon,
the heavenly clouds wispering rain songs,
and the ocean water colored in crystal greens,
all for me, and for my love
in whose arms i lay,
in the sands of the golden beach,
gaze for gaze,
breath for breath,
we are one,
like the setting sun mating with passionate waves
under the blanket of the evening sky.

One of these days, I wish it were all real,
no longer then would i fly into star filled night,
and this dream will never break,
as i wish i'll never wake.

Orkuttan Shayari

yaad kaabhi humari tumeh aati nahi...
aur bhool hum kabhi tumeh paate nahi...
daudti bhagti iss zindgani mein..
kabhi purane logon ko bhi yaad kar liya karo..
mail na sahi kabhi kabhi scrap hi maar diya karo!!

To the bekaam people of iGMS

arz hai.....
bekaam aap the,
toh hume bhi bekaam maan baithe,
server start hone waale time ko,
free time maan baithe.
Par ab jab ki the server is up,
I think it is time for us to shut up.
Guzarish hai yeh aapse,
ki ab kaam aap bhi kar le,
apna na sahi thoda igms ka hi udhar kar de.

The fleeting feeling

So close, but so fleeting,
the feeling was deepening,
digging wells deep into the soul,
revealing to me my innermost self.
Soaked in joy, of the sweetest music,
i let it dig;
deeper and deeper it went along,
and revealed to me all,
the most intimate chords of life.
Until the one time, when,
through holes left unfilled in the concious,
it flowed out to another land, another soul,
leaving behind empty grounds,
naked chords, strummed around by the devilish winds,
all a cacaphony, all companied by unbound pain,
and so deep had it gone, there was no espace,
the graves had been dug, by the winds of time,
and the only escape was peace,
and so i went to sleep in deeps of my own.

daastan, kal raat ke khwaab ki

Dastak di hawaaon ne humare darwaaje pe,
par hum be akal usse paigaam samajh baithe unka,
daude chal diye hum unke nishaan dhoonte dhoonte,
bekhabar raste pade kankad aur kaanton ke,
haanfte haanfte pahunche toh dekha,
woh toh mere khaabon ki duniyaa ke paar jaa chuki thi,
nadi wahi thi, par woh maahi kissi aur ko bannaa chuki thi.

I wish to fly

I wish to fly in the open sky,
to be a spirit floating unbound.
I wish to bask in sun's glory,
to create my own sweet little story.

I wish to fly to meet my lady love,
who peeks at nights from behind the smokey clouds.
I wish to be like the winds of the North,
which flow directinless and yet
no one dares asks them"where do you head for".

Life after death

The beauty of the orgasm,
of the ecstacy lies in the feeling of waitlessness,
in the mystery of the world between the real and the unreal,
between the concious and the unconcious.

When the world no longer makes sense,
life or death makes no difference
'cause the concious have given up and the unconcious is takin over.
It is at this point, standing on the edge,
the edge of a tall unknown building...
a momentary lapse of reason....and death.

But then the person dying knows not,
if he's dead or alive.

Many such deaths have come and gone by
and life look more beautiful the next day.
The sun still rises, but i see it in a newer glory.
The birds i never heard, sing a symphony just for me.
People around me suddenly start glowing,
i see them not as the physical but as a bundle of ever flowing thoughts.

So then i realize that u can view ur life in 2 ways...
either live ur life as the life after u are dead....
or live it as the life after u escaped death....

And u'll realize that death, as we percieve it doesn't exist.

A moment of pause

Deep breath....
a moment of pause

any last thoughts
your only chance boy,
so speak.

It was like falling from the heavens
to the depths of the oceans

a neverending fear of the impending
a unfinished moment in time
an incomprehensibility,
No pain can be greater than this pain I experience
No orgasm can bring a greater joy

I felt time, fastest and the slowest at the same instant
and then time stopped
Silence was the only noise i could hear
And then it too was gone.

I left behind the thought,
my mind no longer experienced the outside
It created a new unconflicting world of its own.
And in that world i foated around like a free bird
unaware unconcerned

Peaceful
Supreme.

Strange thoughts

Strange are the thoughts, they at times make no sense.....
they come and go at their own good wish...leaving behind trails-memories, philosophers and mad men.

Dreams are no less strange....most make no sense the very next moment.

In one such dream
I watched Spain go up in flames,
I saw the spanish cry for rains,
I watched all beauty meet the destined end..
and then came a gust of air to take me to another world faraway...

I met Kant on my walk that evening,
and i saw the image of Julie floating in the air.

I saw a bird clipped of its wings
Crying in memory of the lost past,
and then it was smiling...
having discovered the joy of philosophy.

I travelled the world,
I travelled in space and time
But then I always found myself facing
the same old window of my house
at the end of time.