lol.. i wish so too, only except that there is no one to come back(at least in literal sense).. the poem is merely a figment of imagination.. cant say the logic behind the prologed bachelorhood of mine, but then, either i am too good to find a match or else too bad to ever find the penultimate company.. truth, only god knows.. b.t.w thanks for wishing nevertheless..

is that whats meant by chillin out .. lol.. nice write ..

have you seen the movie called "there is something about sally"? you really remind of the movie everytime i see your face.. hope it isnt strage.. anyways, you sure do make me regret the fact that i ain't old .. lol.. tks for the encouragement .. chao

how shameless is that lover of mine,
cant ever hear, this heart beating in rhyme,
so many springs have passed, waiting for her
but she is one damn sun, who just wont shine

why the hell do you want to be so indifferent,
have you forgotten that i am supposed to be your only sire,
or is it that i am no more appealing,
coz i am just another fulfilled desire,

there is still time for you to watch your steps,
this road has always been a one shameless thing,
so many hearts were broken and ways parted on it
yet it never bothered to even blink,

and once our ways are lost too, in the destiny's desert,
then no matter what, you wont be able to find me again,
you might end up winning quite a lot of admirers,
but i will always remain your one incurable pain

I WAS HERE TO WRITE A POEM

i was here to write a poem,
mind you, just a poem not a song..
haven't seen her for a while now,
no wonder the words are all wrong..

why did you decide to swim so far,
into that damn life lake,
i am left on shore, you are no more,
the world's a one big ache

half my age is gone,all in search.
but the longing seems to have no end ,
wonder when will it be, that we make it to church,
whats this mystery, i just cant comprehend

i hope you remember where's the place i live in,
its the house with sun strokes and dusty hot sky,
the lake is too big to find you,
hope you are back soon, before the shore turns dry..

WALK ON THE SMOKE

she said she was only talking,
wasn't here to reach any deal,
ain't no point showing her my fervor,
to her, there is no worth for my zeal,

i know those looks are scintillating,
that breath, oh so breathtaking ,
wish i had the destiny to feel her,
but my calls, she just isn't taking.

i know my sleeves are dirty,
nor is that jean up my arse any clean,
picture perfect of unemployment,
no wonder, she cant find me serene

the silly dreamer that i was
could never really loose the hope,
wish i had known a little earlier,
i was always walking on the smoke..

i have a heavy fever..will that make me eligible .. lol.. just kidding.. good luck with the search.. hope they dont bomabrd you with a zillion messages ...hehe..ciao

apologies to those who visited the topic thinking of it as some interesting piece of literature , but then i really need some help with the skills needed to write short stories before i could thinkof delving into longer formats. really wann trymy hand at it, but i am just not able to give my ideas a cogent, and worth expression. can someone help.. please be benevolent enough to help me the way a teacher would help a illiterate learn ..ciao..

and how many of us have actually sat and deliberately spent time (at least days, if not weeks or months) thinking about what love is, except for the few stray incidents when we were high after watching a emotional movie or incident.. "beggars always look for pennies only, not the mastercard"

learn to differentiate love from attachment .. then it will never hurt..

if you have trust and faith on each other, then its the best damn thing .. have seen friends who are together for almost a decade, and every time i meet them, my faith in true love increases ..

really pal..
in a country where marriage =
:-charging a hefty sale price of groom in name of dowry
:-almost racial treatment to the bride in a large number of cases
:- forcing the wife to forget about her career and think only about kids , cleaning and house work,
:- attaching a taboo, stigma and a zillion more obstacles overthe women's desire to seperate from clutches of a barbaric husband
:- making woman accept her pain,trauma and all hell broken upon her a god's will, destiny and some other ********..
DO YOU REALLY THINK WE CAN CALL INDIAN MARRIAGES AS A DECISION TO BE TOGETHER TIL THE VERY END.

if you wanna quit , quit smoking, alcohol, drugs, racism.. why on earth do you wanna make the guys on mingle have one less chick to check out, for no fault of theirs. .. lol, just kidding.. well, tobe honest, its all about when do you feel you aren't sure about the given channel of conversation's capacity to be your jackpot ticket. we all are masters of our own destiny afterall..

what kinda guardian angel cant seperate even spam from the truth .. lol .. just kidding .. well, you need to understand that that africa touches two oceans, so its only normal that a lot many of them are into phishing.. but then, there are the good ones too.. you just need to use those glasses somewhat better. in fact, just talk to them for fun sake.most spammers are caught within the first two communications. and it can be real fun to present yourself as bait, especially when you know you cant be hunted. moreover, it has a added benefit of bumping into the genuine one's too..

i cry when i see old mythological movies.. actually, even romantic ones too (with a sad end)..

well,i am not sure if i am worthy of writing here since i myself feel like a wanderer here most of the times. but i hope you would appreciate me for the sincerity to attempt an effort. JUST STATING FACTS, PLEASE DON'T BE OFFENDED.
there sure are quite a lot of chunks in your armour.
1. the profile is totally empty. no one knows nothing about you.
2.anyone looking at your dp is more likely to notice that 40 inch tv in the background than your unclear face.
3. the other pics are nice, but then anyone with keenness would wanna dig as much info as she can, by looking at those pics. and that is troubling for you because- a) in all your pics you look more of a messy guy then a calm headed man.
b.) women surely expect a guy aged 35+ to be more level headed , neatly dressed and mature (except the nymphos ofcourse)
all in all you really need to write a few words which can show your intellectual side and add a few pics which can present you as a confident, trustworthy and interesting fellow.
its like, either be a tom hanks or a brad pitt, but dont try and be a owen wilson. he is only worth being a wedding crasher .
good luck pal.. chao

my sincere apologies to anyone who finds this poem hurtful in any manner.. i was only intending to make a funny remark .. not intention to hurt, the feeling of women.. in fact one of them is the very reason why i am here.. hope u would appreciate it as once attempt at expressing his literary acumen

REPLY TO YOUR LOVE LETTER

hello there, mr handsome dude.
feel lucky , today i am in reply mood..
have been real busy, all these months u waited..
you should be happy, i came before your life jaded..

but you must understand , its not really my fault
Kenneth Cole and Maybellene, just launched a new mart..
if you were in a dilemma as me, what would you do..
say no to shopping, are you out of mind , you ****in glue..

how can you even think, a woman can take such a stand..
beautification has forever been, a woman's eternal errand
i was out of luck, couldn't even spend 2 grands..
oh, i still cant stop dreaming, about those lovely silk bands..

do u even know how much Angelina spent,
her bags were so heavy, it was more than my house rent..
from brasseries to lipsticks, she bought them all new..
and all i had in my hand was just a 2000 usd credit card,n which we took last week for you.

wish you were there, to see my agony and shame..
standing at payment counter with just 4 bags,ah, what a excruciating pain..
even Mrs Jonathan had, better luck than me..
she spent all on under sale cosmetics, and even got 2 pair of denims for free.

anyways, life will indeed always be cruel, i must get myself free..
oh!there are still a few more shops left, i better go and see..
after all this day ain't coming again, for 365 more days,
i better finish my task at hand, before the sun stops its rays..

the credit card is empty, refill it soon my dear,
lest you don't want me, to consider you worth even a beer..
as regards the answer to the thing, for which my heart beats all day through.
its never you my dear silly looking guy, it will always be the Louis Vuitton shoe..

i told you,
it wasn't no crush
or an attempt made in frustration,
it sure was my most sincere attempt,
to earn my emancipation..

you never believe it,
when i say you are my only truth,
wonder what should i do to make you believe,
you indeed are my salvation..

why do you go by the newspaper cuttings,
it never about how or what others think we feel,
it was always supposed to be how we feel for each other ,
maybe our own personal revelation

you always saw the heart beat,
but never could see the reason it clicked ..
why don't you ever understand,
you are , have been and will be, its only sensation

too much water has flown,
to bridge our bridges , i know..
hastily built contour,
which were immediately gone, i know
but someday we will, get out of our rooms ,
sit by the sun, and do this confrontation

why not start on cup of coffee,
i know you don't like it , so do i..
but at least we get a new matter to fight on ..
it sure gives us a new aberration

or maybe a sandwich, but cheese, no tuna..
don't kill a poor fish , just to tell me what's my lacunae,
i know you have always been a carnivore ,
always yearning to do my cremation.

hey, is that a tear down your right eye,
stop, please don't flow it,
means more than a world to this dying man.
at least let me kiss it my adieu
bid it, my last salutation

fine fine , no more of my weird romance,
i leave you with your world of booze and dance
have placed enough bets on you, only to loose them all
guess its time, i head for the station..

walk beside me
when the roads are straight, also when the roads take bend,
and once we decide to walk , lets walk until the end..

i may look bleak, with lame shoulders and and cracking knees..
you are the cushion that will be my reprieve,
no plasters no paris, no moments of errand
to walk with you, slow yet forever, is all i intend

don't be fast nor be slow..
for i may not be able to, bear life's blow
to be a egotistic rambo, is something i can't pretend,
i would rather use your love , to help myself defend

to be a cynosure, was never my cup of tea,
the only word that mattered , i call it as "we"
i may just be a "i" right now, alone in my tent,
but i am sure that you are there somewhere, waiting for me to blend

have burnt off quite a few candles by now...
29 to be precise, every year i say. wow..
how long do u want me to sit on the start line..
open the cloud gate, its time to descend..


have tried in vain , to kill this hidden pain ,
you better be here soon, lest i marry disdain..
dont bother about the holes, we can mend them in the journey
don't u remember that its the walk together ,that matters more, its never the end...

enough of standing in this single lane street,
lets make it plural, with our hearts thumping beat,
come let's start the journey, give our hearts a little vent.
it a long long road to go, till we make it to the end