Congratulations!!!

Congratulations!!!
You've won
As you always do
Thank you for being what you've been
An illusion
A delusion 
Of MY life
Thank you for so many things
For coming back
For teasing
For frightening
For obscenity
For profanity
And day by day capturing
My brain
I dare not say,
My heart even
My fault?
No, I trusted
Knew, it will be broken
Still followed, why?
No answer
May be, was destined
So no repentance
Only more expressions
More poetry/prose
Thank you for showing 
your brighter part too
You write good poetry
Bad too
Why bad?
Why I expect you to be good
I should not
No right, still..
Should I apologize for certain things?
I think, I must
I should have known 
Still....
Now that you've chosen finally
I wish you good luck 
And Happy journey ahead
Still..
Why you created delusions for me?
Why you disturbed me?
Every time I've to pay high price
To be with you
Now,
I'll see my dreams burn
Right before me, ecstatically, jubilantly,
And I'll adore the scene
Each and every sin I've committed
I deserve such sentence
And so do you
Why people who're not meant to be 
part of your life?
Why do they come?
Why they haunt for the rest of days?
I've still to get my answers
Someday....
When God will send me on this earth
With All those qualities you desire
Unfortunately,
I'll wait till eternity
I'm sorry I lack nobility, the aristocracy, the gentry
I don't eat in silver spoons
Though yes,
I don't feel hungry 
Except for, your poetry 
Though, it's not meant for me
Nor you, for me
I walk along a path
Thinking I'm alone
Suddenly, I'm surrounded
By little angels, their mirth 
And their innocent laughter
I'm so lost in them
I try to forget you
Embracing them for the sake of love
Love, I've always been deprived of
I take from them
And they give in abundance
Without expecting any special qualities
They make me feel a complete woman
I'm their Mother
It's sufficient entity to 
Forgive n' forget you

To live and battle..

"See, these poems are for me.."
"How do you know, there's nothing to show.."
"I just know, I can feel the flow.."
She said nothing further though I knew well
It was even harder for me to be sure n' swell
If these are truly for me,
Why doesn't he say or tell?
What if he doesn't tell me, 
At least they're for me to see!
Let her think what she may, 
They're just for me!
While I consoled and reassured a fallacy
Deep down wars happened
And I firmly stood ignoring them
For the rest of the day
I've to live and battle
Whatever come may
Unaware of, 
Instant wetness on face..

All that glisters is not gold,

All that glisters is not gold,

Often have you heard that told:

Many a man his life hath sold,

But my outside to behold:

Gilded tombs do worms infold.

Had you been as wise as bold,

Young in limbs, in judgment old,

Your answer had not been inscroll'd.

Fare you well, your suit is cold.

[Prince of Morocco, reading Portia's note, scene vii

The Merchant of Venice 

~William Shakespeare]

Give me one reason..

Give me one reason,


Why should I dare to step 


out of the doorsteps,


When I feel it now, 


As a heaven?


What is mine,


Is mine forever..


Go away Satan,


I no more love you..

It's not, Me..

You can write anything
and everything,
Nothing serious in your mind..
Don't you think,
I am in love, a blind..
You're,
A wanderer,
A womanizer,
Taking life as a joke,
You'll get many as your folk..
I'm not, 
I can never be like you..
May be,
Free for, 
Charity..
Not for, 
so called friendships..
Better,
Love for us,
Meant when we Die?
Take the one,
Who takes you as you are..
It's not,
Me..
No matter,
How much jealous,
I may feel..

Relations dwell in sincere efforts

"Grateful as I am to be with you,
I'll always stay with you true.."
As she vowed, they held hands,
Partners of life, also as friends.
She meant each word as she said,
As knew well life's not roses' bed.
Class or position matters much not,
When found true love in a real knot.
Simple words with prayers in hearts,
Deeds to mend n' cure from the start.
Bond strengthens with respect, it's sure,
An acknowledgement each day assures.
Mere show off does not lead to results,
A life time relation dwells in sincere efforts.

Not touched one thing.., That is, ....Love♥!

Wondering..


What would have been 


My writing fate 


Had I not met you..?


I would have written,


More.., 


Better.., 


Different..,


Unaffected..,


Original..,


Just my own..,


But definitely,


Dared not ever touch 


One thing..,


That is,


....Love♥!

"Let others lead small lives, but not you. Let others argue over small things, but not you. Let others cry over small hurts, but not you. Let others leave their future in someone else's hands, but not you."

Jim Rohn 

Create your day with happiness, I Pray....

I'm amused


As I always am


When I see you,


Except at times


When you're hurtful..


Today's different..


A date, a creation..


Creativity imbibed


Reflected in ways..


Today's one of them..


I amaze at your creations


Awe inspired I'm speechless,


Devoid of words


How to react?


What to say?


Anyways,


Create your day


With happiness,


I Pray....




"If you planted hope today


in any hopeless heart,


if someone's burden was lighter


because you did your part,


if you caused a laugh


that chased some tears away,


if tonight your name is named


when someone kneels to pray,


then your day has been well spent"


-Sue K

An assurance of love!

Radiant colors sprayed as 
imagination laughed aloud
unrestrained in the open sky
where blue smiled and 
waved to pure misty clouds 
floating around lower levels 
of air touching tall deodars 
atop hills where children ran
to collect tiny winged creatures 
teasing their flight 
saluting thin  joining streams
suddenly turning to rich fountains
radiating rays throwing rainbows 
as heavenly bridges 
taken unaware by winds 
which blow brilliant green leaves 
sending a longing to go back 
to a place lived long ago
a calling from nature 
oh thoughts of a creature 
whose spirit deprived
of a mirth to create 
a bliss to blow woe 
pleasing journey before
lie down to watch 
feathered friends
singing melodies with no end 
upon grass so green 
leaving ah heart to beam
with an unknown unbound joy 
as whispers enter all being 
like a divine chorus bringing 
a message so soft and pure
from above, an assurance of love!

What a waste!

Are you seeking questions

while coming on my way?

Not getting enough answers

and running away?

Or are you getting astrayed?

Yes, I can see,

You had questions and you came,

Or simply had to play a few games?

Whate'er..

If you still seek those questions,

And if my wits are sheer,

it seems to me very clear,

They're to be dealt by me without fear,

Then don't go hither n' thither,

spreading your ego's feather,

You'll get all the answers,

If you happen to be,

Really real,

Before me at least..

Otherwise,

What a waste!

Me, a schizo

They say,

I'll remain the same,

for the rest of my life..

It has turned to be

resistant, no cure..

I'll remain the same,

they're so sure,

and so am I,

for I don't mind

as for me, things

have always been

so obscure..

I see what others cannot,

I hear what goes unheard,

I talk with my

own imagination,

and now I even

write till dawn,

though I've to run again in

the morning to avoid being

called a moron..

In fact, I suffer

from schizophrenia,

a shy love..

And I don't mind

being one..

I see n' feel colors

which others

cannot!

So tender..

To tend to tiny sapling,

so tender..

To tend a day old pup,

so tender..

And watch them grow

each day..

bit by bit..

To find real love

being bestowed

upon,

Is there still

left anything,

to desire and

to share with anyone?

Do I need you?

Do I need you?

I often ask myself,

Only to find,

I'm needed by so many,

Why do I ask myself,

Such foolish question?

I've passed that age,

No longer that stage,

Why such things

happen in first place?

After all,

I believe in reality,

And my poems

should not always

lead blindly to day dream,

for there's much more

to explore n' achieve

going upstream..

Money I've never

desired, nor fame

was ever my game.

Love had never been

my cup of tea.

So, I used to sit

under a tree and see,

the world through

my eyes, trying

to hear my own

inner cries, waiting

for a perfect dawn

to arise, which

no one seemed

to understand and

were simply surprised.

At last,

I gave up, and

joined the world

in what they said..

I was gasping,

I suppose.

I still gasp,

but I know now,

I'm my own strength,

I no more need

anyone.

I'm what,

I search no more..

And I agreed!

I asked my darling hubby,


If ever I fall in love with a guy,


Who just fancies me since days long gone by,


And suppose, 


If he happens to propose me some day,


What will you do?


And to my amazement he said,


When are you with me, dear?


I always see you with him


In your poetry on web without shame or fear,


And if ever you happen to be with him,


You'll never be with him so near..


Moreover, if he were for real,


He would have long back asked you, 


Let me make you very clear..


And I agreed! 


[Oh my God, again a delusion?]

Thoughts defy all..

Strangers forever or friends to depart?


An unsolved mystery or a fate from start?


A longing so painful or a meeting apart?


A song of joy or a dirge for dead?


I'm or I'm not?


I see you or don't?


I know,


A measured distance always exists,


Though thoughts defy all..


They just feel like slapping someone,


for creating delusions so tall!

Diary asks..

A diary kept on table is silent today,


Otherwise pages ten were filled each day.


She asks me the reason?


What to say?


It seems my worth was only this much,


to keep n' forever save..

Sit n' simply hear..

I wonder what remains when one is gone?


Yes, if one happens to see who're bygone!


No one dares to go in such depths to trace n' tear,


I'm on the way with shadows without a fear.


But the problem is,


They're now fed up!!!


So, I've to sit n' simply hear..

As pious as ever..

So many unfathomable happenings...


How many will I remember?


How many will go with me to ashes?


How many will remain in ashes thrown into river?


How many will river evaporate into air?


And how many will come back to earth to be imbibed then n' 


there?


Oh, How many times will I remember?


Let them be engulfed into the depths of time,


Assimilated into the atmosphere,


For I know one thing,


Whatever may happen to them,


They'll remain as pious as ever..

Buy with Money?

Cheap Mentality:
Can it be changed with money?

Character:
Can it be improved with money?

Virtues:
Can it be bought with money?

Happiness, as we all know cannot
be bought,
though expected a lot..

Still, people never fail to buy
people with money..

Oh yes, one more thing,

True Love disappears with money,

Never ever try to buy it..

no more shy..

As bougainvillea waltz
in the morning sunlight
bathing balcony, 


Cuckoo's melody
resonating the air,


Boughs touching 
the brilliant blue sky,


Ambitions face the 
sun saying,


We're no more shy..

life time..

Stories 
            mingled 
                           into 
                                  one...
                                            A life time.. 

Whatever..

Whatever I am
Whatever I may be


The breeze may blow
from right or left
The sun may go down
The stars may fail to shine
And the moon may not smile


What if,
The whole nature 
goes against my
wishes and turns
brightest to dark


Let me be the light
unto myself,
not affected by
the song or mourn
of the lark



Whatever I am
Whatever I may be


I'll always remember thee..

BALANCED

I heard
some where...
.
.
.
"One 
should 
always 
try to 
remain 
in the
same mental 
state, 
that is,
BALANCED
and
UNAFFECTED
under all
conditions",
.
.
.
I'm practicing 
the same.

Fair weather friends!

Just for a day
when I had fever
and was not able to
be on net,
not able to go
for work,
only cleared up
my cupboard to
find some old
poems of
my school days..,
.
.
.
.
my friends left me.
Fair weather friends!

My water color painting..

I tried..

Poet not to be taken seriously..

Your sending me away as you always do.
Your too difficult to get along with,
Only you know what goes in your mind,
Anyways, this is my page,
I'll write whenever I feel like,
Not bothering who comes and goes
One thing is certain,
I'll never take you seriously!

I've to go..

I have a life,
a real one,
am neglecting..
Now painful,
imposing burdens,
am going back..
The journey of poetry/prose
an opportunity..
Thanks for sharing words,
an entirely different world..
But now my real world calling,
I've to go..

Searching colors..

Searching for colors,

Sometimes in innocent smiles

Sometimes in resting for awhile

Sometimes in dull books

Sometimes in clearing those crooked nooks

Sometimes in washing and cleaning

Sometimes in searching some word meaning

Sometimes in shouting for a petty thing

Sometimes in obsessing to get a bling

Sometimes in weeping for no evident reason

Sometimes in preparing for the coming season

The colors in the sky

The colors near by

The colors that don't dry

Are the colors we choose to apply

Still sometimes we see

our most favorite color fly, 

bidding us a final good bye....?

A crack..

A crack in the wall

permitted a monster inside?

Dependence?

I've my money, 


I'll buy!


You cannot ask then why..


Yes, you cannot deny..


Last time, 


I asked you for something,


you just gave a sigh..


Now, I can splurge on those bright things,


If not now, then when in life,


say, when?


My youthful days are already saying me bye..

He doesn't love me?

Why doesn't he stop me?


Why doesn't he say anything?


Why he never fights with me or scolds me?


Why he never asks what I've been doing?


Why he doesn't feel jealous?


Why doesn't he show his possessiveness?


I wish, he did all..


To hold me back..


It simply irritates me..his too much of goodness..!!!!


Or is it simply that,


He doesn't love me?


May be, 


I find all the right reasons,


and he has no reason at all..

Poetry is healing..

During eleven years of life spent with him..


It's not that he doesn't care,
He goes a step ahead than me in duties..


It's not that he has ever abused me,
He's the most sober person I've ever met..


It's not he has any manly vices,
He has no drinking habit or had any affairs..


It's not that he doesn't love me,
He may not say a word but his actions prove..


Children cannot apart a moment from him,
for he's the most loving father I've ever seen..


He's the most sacrificing person in my life,
and I cannot imagine hurting him..


It's just that a stranger happened to leave 
an everlasting effect on my tender psyche,
now poetry is healing.. 


what else..?


I don't know!