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As I sit by the shore and watch, The gentle waves kiss my feet, Just like the way I first kissed you, A deep carving in my heart that you had left, Of love and love only deep in my heart, Which, still aches and pains, Even after years of us parting, Oh my ladylove!!! I still remember the day, When our eyes met first, My eyes refused to move from you, Those beautiful eyes and slender figure, That bright face and pink lips, Which, haunted my eyes for years, Even now it’s those eyes which makes me write, Oh my Lady Love!!! Sweet memories of those days, When I wooed you, Everything was beautiful, From the little drops of rain to huge rocky mountains, As I saw them in the same eyes which admired you, Only beauty and all happiness prevailed for years, Until the day we parted, Oh my ladylove!!! Unfortunate day of my life, A beautiful rainy day, When we walked hand in hand drenching, In both love and rain, Cupid and you dad were on road, Which, marked the end of rain and love, Oh my ladylove!!...

I want to get back to those days, Those days when dad was the only hero known, Those days when the highest place to sit was dad’s shoulder, Those days when mom’s one morsel of food filled my stomach, Those days when little bubbles and butterflies were the most beautiful things. Golden moments that I had lived by, When school teacher was the only demon known, When home work was the only herculean task, When I dreaded only school tests, When work meant only to clean my room. Ever green in my memory those days, When only scrapped knees hurt, When broken meant only my toys, When love was only parents, When fight was only with my sister. I want to get back to those days, When living alone was not a pain, When a cup of coffee all to me was good, When I had just me to take care, When life was spotless. Sweet are those memories, Deep in my heart like an old album, With black and white pictures in it, Though old it is my most precious moments, I want to get back.

Just a Bubble As I walk through the tough path, Laden with thorns and stones, With aches and trouble, You came by and promised to stay by, Walk with me, hold me, We shared hassles and apples on the way, Even blunt with the pleasures of nature, Though your company pricked and pained, I preferred to undergo for, My love for you was crystal clear, Many a wakes of life people smite me, For the untold pains that I underwent for you, Yet I brushed them aside, For I thought your company is eternal, Mine trust for you was more eternal, Little did I know that you walked along just to while away time, Like a honey bee you moved, With no thought of my trust to you, And the pain that I had succumbed for you, Little did you understand that you were hurting me, And would do that eternally, You walked away from me forgetting your promise, Just like a soap bubble your love broke, Letting out my blood to flow.

One fine spring morning, My happiness knew no bounds, A little creature, God’s blessing in me, A small drop of tear and sweet smile took over my darling. A world of difference, Everything seemed colourful and beautiful, Though nothing tasted good, Those eventful days Small strolls with my love, Nauseating mornings, Sweet smelling soaps, Little chats with the angel in me 300 days of waiting, 10 months of dreams, 8 hours of physical trauma, All just to see you... With a twinkling eyes, As dark as Cleopatra, A beautiful smile to dethrone the whole world, You were born my little bundle of joy.

Quarter past twelve, I walk in my own house like a thief, Slowly eat whatever I find on the dining table, Slip into my bed, Cautious not to wake my wife, Fast asleep like a little angel. It has been ages, Since I saw her awake in the nights, My new born hardly sees my face on weekdays, Many a weekend I refused to put him down, For the next five days I wouldn’t get a chance, To hold God’s gift to my heart. In my fear, To hold my job for my family, Eighteen hours of work a day, Sleepless nights, Rat race with my own friends, What a life I live. Yes, I earn more, More than my teacher father, Artist brother and house wife sister, But, I could never earn their life’s satisfaction, They call me the IT guy.

I walk down through my memory lane, Not too far off, just till the day when I recognized you, Daddy, you are my hero in merry and pain, Your index finger that I held during the walks on dew, The little stories that you said of kings and queens, I remember even the whacks that you gave for my future, So many memories daddy, that has made me what I am now, Many a good things that you had for me went unseen, You are my first admirer for all the little poems I author, You have always been the source for me to feel endow. Daddy, you are my guide for me to learn this world, In every walk of life, I have felt your strong shoulder safeguarding, You have been with me whenever my dreams whirled, And always told me that there would be something better waiting, Dawn to dusk I have bathed in your love, Like a prodigal daughter unfathomed, I have brushed you aside, But yet like a guardian angel you have always bestowed blessings, You have always been there for me and so no one shoved, Dad, with you...

Dog and I have not much difference, Both of us stand waiting, Not for showers of rain, Or blessings from heaven, But for a piece of Dosa, That the small road-side vendor would throw, The anticipation was would victory be mine or dog’s, If it be dog’s, he would put it on the road and eat, If mine I would give to my kid there on the platform. Everyday this is my routine, My tough war with the brown dog, I have no strength to shoo him away, And grab the bounty thrown by the vendor, I leave my kid on the platform waiting with hunger, If a Dosa change shape or become burnt, Me or the dog is in luck, We wait eagerly looking at the vendor’s hand, There are days when the vendor never has a mishap, When both me and the dog curse our luck. Today might not be so, Praying all the God’s that I know, I was sitting along with the dog, Looking carefully at the vendor’s hands, For a long time there was no luck, Suddenly hearing the screech of the pan, I was assured a burnt dosa, With all concentration...

I wake up before the Sun, And get ready to join my father, After a long walk with my silent dad, We pass through a park, Where we stop to begin our routine, My friend Rahul and his dad jog past us, I hear him whisper to his dad, “He is my classmate” And his father, replied “Don’t talk to such boys”, Unmindful of what we heard, I help my dad, We finish our work on that spot and move on. Hot scorching Sun doesn’t stop my dad nor me, We walk bare footed on the hot tar road, Passing one destination after the other, As we walk our bags become heavier and heavier, Watching my dad walk unmindful of the weight, Had made me also bear everything, From the comments to the weight of my bag. We stop by on a road side shop for lunch, Just opposite to the busy road, Is a small restaurant, which my dad dotes on, He says one day he has to have a cup of coffee there, It would not cost more than five rupees, But just that he would not think of spending that amount for himself, Heat of the Sun doesn’t alt...

It is my first date, Heart filled with excitement about the thought, Pounding for unknown fear, With my makeup concealing beads of sweat, Shivers every part of my nerve, I stood cold. I know you well my date, You are like a bee, At the moment enticed by my nectar, You will quickly move, When another little honey-laden maiden invites, Yet I love you. This unknown feeling deep down me, Inexpressible yet a deep pain, Like a magician and his girl, Deep down my throat you insert a sword, Unaltered is my trust in you, For I know you well. Mystic is my ways to you, You are like a Dracula, Tonight you entice me, To the ever lasting tunes of pleasure, Tomorrow you may not be mine, For many a maiden awaits you. I relish today, For you are my date, This moment is mine, I am not bothered about tomorrow, For today you are mine, And I shall cherish it. You are my date this day, I know it is a wild date with death, For when you step on to another choice, My life would deceit me, I would mingle with d...

As I sit down to key in a thought, which has been running in my mind for ages together, I am thinking of many people who would have crossed all these jerks and settled happily in their cozy coffins, deep down the earth, with a completion of all the jerks that they might have undergone in life. Now what do I call as jerks in life? Pondering on this thought. For a kid who is just 10 years old, his mother’s advice on behavior and dad’s advice on life would be a big jerk or a jolt. He would find it tough to undergo such things in life, for him, his parents are just a big bore who, keep on advising things to him. Hardly does he understand that it is for his own life that they have been advising him on. For that kid at that age it is a jerk, when his dad catches hold of him and starts on his big lecture on life and future, he would seem like an alien from an UFO. Well this is on the lighter side. Creeping into the hard mysteries of life, the jerks that we meet up in life. For example things ...

Born a maiden in a poor Indian farm, No human to admire you in the barn, They did not rejoice your birth, For you are not of any worth, Your tears and loud cry doesn’t turn any eye, A girl child would not bear even a pie. When you grow up daughter, You will work from dawn to dusk, None to pity like a poor cow in slaughter, A female is nothing but just a husk, Even the female calf that I raise, Daughter has more chase. When you blossom to be a maid, Men would flock hither thither for a trade, Pain and agony would never end, For a man is always man, would never fend, Morn to eve you work for him, To get at least one meal till the brim. Daughter, you have to bear male fruits, If not you will endure more pain, And curses on your roots, You live or die not much of a gain, For the world that we live in, Is merciless and dare even to sin. When you whither and shivering for needs, Neither your son nor husband would feed, For you will be an old weed, They would wish your death in speed, As you ...

Pitch dark, alone, silent, Slowly he creeps in my room, But wanders here and there, Unwilling to get into form, An itch in my mind, A lustrous desire to take him in, And enjoy wonderful pleasures, But he refuses. He was strong in my heart, Shapeless, yet refusing form, He moves weirdly, Making me restless with pain, Time passes by, Threatens to leave me alone, My plea is heard finally, Promises to stay. Eyes closed wait for him, Peaceful mind clear of thoughts, Slowly yet forcefully he gets in, Mind completely rejuvenated, I take him in fully, To create a beautiful creature, Few minutes of pain and pleasure, To form a complete creation. After endless pleasure, Beads of sweat, Trails down my forehead, My paper complete, End of a creation, Ready for my readers…

Born as male, yet living as female, A curse to the gender, Heavily loaded with make-up and lipstick, Adorned with dazzling attire, When we walk on roads, The wave of crowd move away, Like the red sea parting for the Israelites, They call us THE THIRD GENDER. God’s creation, no sin of ours, Epics talk loud of us, Loyal followers of Lord Rama, Legend behind winning the Kurukshetra, Trustworthy servants of the Chinese emperors, Alexander the great’s best desire, Blessed we are on festival days, Yet deprived of all human rights. For hunger, we remain platters to men’s pleasure, Begging by force is not uncustomary, For none are even trusted as servants, Thrown away not even equal to dust, Tattered by the inhuman attitude, Not even the least respect given to us, None to understand, We crumble down in humiliation. Unfortunate of us, If it be God, an embodiment of man and women, Human race kneel down to pray for health, But for us the treatment is less, Begging or selling ourselves for food, N...

Way back your memory, Down the lane of your thoughts, Deep down everyone’s heart, Lay the sweetest memories Your first day at school, With tears rolling down your cheek, Holding mom’s hand tight never to let it, The first kindergarten teacher, Rhymes that you learnt, Happiness on your mother’s face listening to you. Your first friend at school, The sweets that you shared with her, Your first fight with her, The little rhymes that you both recited, Little wounds after a great game, The cute wink after a naughty act. The monkey fights with your sibling, Little secrets shared without mom’s knowledge, Eating the shared toffee like puppies, Walking to school holding hands, Signing each other’s progress cards, Little things a foundation for a strong bond. The first guy that you admire, A naughty wink from a teenager, First kiss in your dream, Self-admiring in the mirror not knowing passage of time, Dreamy days with thoughts of a dream boy, Occasional un-rhyming so-called poems, now just a f...

An old, rusted, van, Moving as slow as it can, In a fast, speedy, busy road. Frustrated by the speed, I overtake them to see, A load of crying hearts in it. Filled with old men and women, The van was from an old age home, A banner displayed “Ever happy old age home” For a minute my mind wondered, Slowed down my bike to hear their talks, Just to understand the ironic banner. A lady by the window, her locks displaying her age, With tears rolling down her cheeks, Jeering to see a happy family traveling in a car. Another gentleman dressed well for his age, Says “my son in US, leaving me here, gives lot of money” A tear in the corner of his eyes longing for his dear ones. A couple sitting next to the driver spoke, “Ah! That little boy should be our grandson’s age” And both sigh together with memories. Why didn’t those ruthless sons and daughters think? At least for a minute, all that these old people had done, For them to be doctors, businessmen, and software engineers. They can give them l...

Like the buzzing of a bee, Just next to my ear, Like an old ceiling fan, Right above my head, Like a lover-boy speaking in a cell phone, Just next to my seat, Like a loud horn in a bus, Right in the front row, Like a talkative friend, Just next to you in at the cinema, Like a loud mouthed boss, Right before you a pain everywhere, Like the ring tone of a cell phone, Just when you break your head with a code, Like the hush of a cloud, Right when you admire the moon’s its beauty, Like the tone of a little love fight, Just when he is late for dinner, My love for you, Is it an in-healable wound? No I call it a sweet disturbance, A never-ending pleasurable PAIN…

When you are near me, The Sun shines bright and the tweety sings sweet, Roses smell good and frogs look princely, Your magnetic smile drags me to you, Warm are your hugs with love, I see the color of joy Yellow. Hand in hand, The waves kissing our feet, Your gentle hand on my shoulder, Breeze of sweet sea, Little crabs running hither thither, I see then color warmth azure blue. Soft you are many a times, But I admire thine manliness, Gently forcing me to a slave of pleasure, Kisses forceful but pleasurable, Wild with ecstasy when you hear mine moan, I see the color of Love Red. Dark nights starry sky with a shinny moon, Waiting for your lustrous hugs, All alone admiring the moon as you, Chill breeze frozen memories, A long wait for your warm hands, I see the color of sorrow black. Fresh smell of the mud before rain, Little drops of rain on us, A speeding bike a joyous ride, Tight hug with no way for air, Rosy talks and sweet trees to dance, I see the color of earth green. Little nymphs...

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Like a strong wind, Eating away everything on its way, Mercilessly blowing young maiden’s clothes, Making the sea dance to your enticing tunes, Blowing the shore’s sand Making her twist and turn like a new bride, Coupling the two Ashoka trees by my window, Entwining and touching the leaves like a handshake, Drawing artful designs on the sky, Bewitching and rich like the designs drawn by a maid’s toe. You are like the little round smiley in a game of packman, eating all the soft hearts that you see on your way, You are like a fresh honey-filled flower in a forest, following you comes hither thither all queen bees, You are like the sweet scent of a freshly baked cake, trailing you will be little kids with a bight smile. You are all over my mind, I hear my heart while talking to you, You have enticed my mind and heart, Like a virus, which empowers a computer. You see with your piercing eyes deep down me, I feel thousands of butterflies kissing me...

Bright, smart, young, Radiant, jubilating, and ever fresh, It attracted me and I knelt to you, Father grant me this wish for it is the best, With all smiles and cajoling face, I asked, To hear an answer, “It ain’t the best for you my daughter” Shining, strong, dark, Horse power, tall, and attractive smile, My heart beat faster as days went by, Wishing this would be granted, Like a little puppy wagging its tail for food, Father grant me this, I knelt, “ It ain’t the best for you my daughter” Fair, handsome, charming, Princely, wealthy, and good looking, Hoping Cupid would be at his best, And elves sprinkling their charm over us, Dreaming of a rosy life ahead, Like a kid trying to coax her mother for a doll, I crossed mine finger before you, “ It ain’t the best for you my daughter” Dark, young, unattractive, Smiling yet not charming, A bard with a heart of gold, Milk of human kindness flowing all over him, A lips which neither utters lies nor sins, Tender like a baby’s feet is his feelin...