~~~ Ensnarement ~~~

"My love, I have tried with all my being 

 to grasp a form comparable to thine own, 

 but nothing seems worthy; 

I know now why Shakespeare could not 

compare his love to a summer’s day. 

It would be a crime to denounce the beauty 

of such a creature as thee, 

to simply cast away the precision 

God had placed in forging you. 

Each facet of your being 

whether it physical or spiritual 

is an ensnarement 

from which there is no release. 

But I do not wish release. 

I wish to stay entrapped forever. 

With you for all eternity. 

Our hearts, always as one.."♥ ♥ ♥

~~~ A precious bond ~~~

A special world for you and me, 

A special bond one cannot see, 

It wraps us up in its cocoon, 

And holds us fiercely in its womb. 

It's fingers spread like fine spun gold, 

Gently nestling us to the fold, 

Like silken thread it hold's us fast, 

Bonds like this are meant to last. 

And though at times a thread may break, 

A new one forms in it's wake, 

To bond us closer and keep us strong, 

In a special world where we belong.

~~~ Before you Grow Up.. You must fall in Love 3 Times ~~~

Once you must fall in Love with your best friend, 

Ruining your friendship forever. 

This will teach you who your true friends are, 

'n the fine line between friendship'n more. 

Once you must fall in love with someone you believe is perfect. 

You will learn that no one is perfect,'n that you should never 

be treated as anything less than you deserve. 

'n once.. you must fall in love with someone that is exactly like you. 

This will teach you about who you are...'n who you want to be. 

'n when you’re through with all that, you Learn that the people 

Who care about you the most are the ones that you hurt..!!! 

'n the ones that hurt you are the ones that needed you the most..♥ 

But most of all, you learn that Love is only 

a concept 'n is not something that can be defined, 

It is different to each'n every person on this Earth, 

knowing that everyone wants to be Loved...!!

~~~ I miss your lips ~~~

I miss your lips, 

the soft fragrance 

of your kiss...  

The way they turn up 

when you flash me 

the sexy smile that comes 

just before your laugh.  

You've become an addiction, 

one I want to keep. 

I love how your mouth looks 

when you say my name. 

You caress it, just so, 

as if you want it to linger 

on your tongue. 

It's been too long, Love... 

I miss your lips… 

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; 

Then to that twenty, add a hundred more; 

A thousand to that hundred; so kiss on, 

To make that thousand up a million; 

Treble that million, and when that is done, 

Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

~~~ Dream ~~~

A glass of red wine in the moonlight 

strawberries served with fresh cream 

a smile from the one who adores you 

and life is a fabulous dream. 

The last lullaby of the evening 

then a boat on the river upstream 

love in his eyes ever beaming 

and life's a miraculous dream. 

A cool hand that reaches for your hand 

a kiss ~ and the promise of spring 

two sweethearts together forever 

and life is a beautiful dream.

~~~ I love Rains ~~~

“I hear Thunder, I hear Thunder, 

Oh don’t you? Oh, don’t you? 

Pitter-patter raindrops, 

Pitter-Patter raindrops 

I’m wet through, 

I’m wet through…” 

Finally, it’s raining... I love the rains, well at least I love to watch rains and maybe sometimes play in it. How I wish, I cud go and stand in the rain. All around me people are leaving their homes and standing in their balconies to watch the rains. It’s looking so beautiful, the pitter-patter rain drops. Everyone seems so excited and half-hearted to go get wet. It’s awesome!!! It looks amazingly beautiful when it rains. It’s Wednesday morning and I am sitting near my glass window, sipping a big cup of hot brewing coffee and watching the rain drops pitter-patter. 


Rains have something very magical in them... They make you miss your dear ones. Memories, yes… Memories are like SALT… the right amount brings out the flavor in food, too much ruins it. Adding to a big cup of hot brewing coffee, some book - a light read sitting on a swing, really nice music and you are just go, went, gone… from the present and slipped to past or dream about the future. Here is the tune I am listening to and wondering who is it that I am missing...?? 


They say, “Work hard, but make time for your love, friends and family.” I say, “Nobody remembers PowerPoint presentations or project reports on your dying day...” 


But after all this beautiful music and beautiful thoughts, I feel like I am wasting my time sitting at home working and not enjoying the rain. So, here I go to get wet... Wanna join? :)

~~~ Home is where heart is… ~~~

She was finally Home. The only place she eternally belonged - Hyderabad. She was a true Hyderabadi in every sense of the word. She was born and brought up there and she loved the place like no other. She'd treaded those roads ever since she was a little girl and could trace her footprints all over the city. Hyderabad had nurtured her dreams, given her wings to fly and made her the person she is. Her parents, friends, relatives and most importantly 25 years of cherished memories is what it meant to her. She truly identified with its rustic charm, its royal grandeur, its incredible energy and its blend of conventional and contemporary.  


When she left this place to the US almost 3 years ago, there was this 4 line anthem she carried in her heart. It went like this...


"Aasmaan ko chhoone ki chaahat toh thi, 
Saath le chalna tha sabko magar, 
De diya mujhko ek ajnabi aasmaan, 
Pairoan se meri zameen cheen kar !! " 


But then, there was someone really special waiting just for her in the US. Ryan, the man she loved and adored. The man she was married to and would be spending the rest of her life with. The anticipation of their enchanting future made her voyage a lot easier. And over a period of time she did settle down in the US. She made it her home in more ways than one. She built her love-nest with Ryan with great love and care. 


But 3 years hence when she returned to Hyderabad to spend some quality time there, it was like re-connecting with herself and her dreams. She had left a piece of her heart behind and she knew that no matter where she went or what she accomplished, that piece would always stay behind...

~~~ Pitter Patter Rain Drops ~~~

She sat by her windowsill and kept staring outside. It was raining like there's no tomorrow. 'Mother Nature is furious for some inexplicable reason', she thought. She remembered how Heather, her best friend loved this weather and how she would taunt her and say 'I can't believe that a hopeless romantic like you can't appreciate the rain. Can't you perceive the beauty and magic it holds for people in love? ' Heather's idea of romance was getting wet and eating ice-cream in the rain with her loved one. 


How weird she thought. How could one be happy when the sky is overcast and shedding tears ?? It depressed her and left her in a state of melancholy. Love was the last thing on her mind in a gloomy weather like this. She was still the little girl that sang 'Rain rain go away.........Rain rain go to Spain!' Some things in life never change. So much for consistency in this otherwise inconsistent and erratic world...!!

~~~ Loneliness... ~~~

on a damp dark night 

in flickering candle light 

she counts the shadows 

the patter of rain 

on her windowsill disturbs 

her concentration 

a lonely victim 

of old age in a fast world 

irony...the choice is not hers...

~~~ Forgive and Forget. Nope. Can't. ~~~

Have you ever forgiven anybody? I mean genuinely. Somebody did something extremely grave to you and you could manage to find it in your heart to forgive them. And after that your equation with them barely suffered an inch. How many of you have really done that? I'd really like to know, coz I think I am not someone who is capable of doing that. And I don't know why. 


To me, the state of a relationship after a wrong done unto one by the another is like a broken thread that never really glues together again, you can join the pieces in a knot, but then you have that knot that never goes away. Its just is never the same again. That's how it is with me. Every time I look at the person, I relive the damned day all over again, second by second, word by word. Miraculous, how I can forget the simplest of things but I never forget when and how and why someone wronged me. The burn never goes away neither dampens with the passing of time. I never grow out of it. That sting is always there, fresh and unhealed. 


When I look back now, at instances where people I have loved and trusted have hurt me really bad, since then on our equations have been altered forever. I have never again been able to look at them in the same light ever since. Even when some of them have come back and made the effort to try and make things better. Sometimes I have found that pointless and sometimes its just really incredible. 


I wonder if that's good or bad. Human mind is capable of so much and yet I don't think we have succeeded an iota in overcoming the desire to inflict scorn at somebody. We fall victim to our dilapidated sensibility, go blind at what we just did and continue to blow our own trumpets and brand ourselves saints. I find it enormously hypocritical hence, to believe when someone like that apologizes, for the wrong they did. As if it was all mere theatrics to clean up the mess in order to ensure a hassle-free rapport in the future. 


I wish there was a way to change that. Being able to forgive someone is an act of such greatness and rarity that I wonder how many actually can do it. Which is why I want to know, how do you do it? Have you at all ever done it? Like really, seriously, genuinely done it? Forgiven and forgotten? I guess Jesus had to be the son of God to have been able to do that after the barbarianism of it all.

~~~ Some mundane things come with a "Pretty Forever" tag... ~~~

Mundane is bland. Mundane is ennui. Mundane makes us wish life had more Saturdays than Mondays or was a long holiday at the Caribbean where you snorkeled in the mornings and counted stars in night. You get the drift. 


But have you realized there are some mundane things that never tire you out. Like when you smell the aroma of a freshly brewed cup of coffee, irrespective of the hour of the day. Always perks you up, doesn't it? And you yearn for a hot cup of that frothy awesomeness yourself. Always. 


Thirteen years - one month -twenty six days - nine hours and twenty minutes and still could not help but brush when our irises met and I saw your smiling face. When you entered the cafe after a half hour of vanishing from mid lunch on feigning a phone call, with a bunch of roses in one hand and a set of earrings in the other, my soul smiled so wide as my heart took a leap. The lady from across the table, could not help but and wink at me and I could only offer her a smile in exchange while smiling at myself for the fecund fortuity of it all. 


Sixth grade was seventeen years ago. And this wasn't the first time you brought me flowers or gifted me earrings (perhaps the first time you got some things different than pearls). Yet, the room lit up with a shimmery sunshine that emanated from you and me. A very mundane thing in our lives. Happens to us every day. 


Some mundane things come with a “pretty forever" tag. They always make you smile. Lift your day, and give that moment a glistening dazzle which you bookmark in the pages of your life and return back to on a rainy day.

~~~ Love shall leave you broke... ~~~

Scratches and burns, 

and shoves and pushes, 

Ires and scorns, 

and venom and smoke. 

Tears will run dry, 

and pleas will go rancid. 

When silent sobs 

ricochet on walls placid. 

Colors alter and hues change, 

they glide and creep, 

and melt and smother. 

Strangers one night, 

and lovers the other. 

Scratches and burns, 

and shoves and pushes. 

The mind's a fool, 

the heart's on crutches. 

Ires and scorns, 

and venom and smoke. 

Run, now, while you can, 

Or else, love shall leave you broke...

~~~ The Moon-watcher ~~~

Lying on the bed, 

staring at the moon, 

that hangs at a little over half, 

feeling a lazy zephyr stream, 

inside the room swathed, 

in a soft milky glow, 

from the night lamp; 

my thoughts buoy about. 

Comprehension has its way, 

of coming to you, 

in ways you generally 

do not think about, 

during the hours of wake. 

It tiptoes in, 

just when slumber is around the corner, 

and then whisks it away. 

And I wonder. 

The moon I look at, 

from my bedroom is the same one, 

that my mom looks at too. 

Some thousands or hundreds of miles away she is, 

yet to her it is as big or small as it is to me. 

The blanket of reticent shimmer, 

the moon casts over me, 

glides all the way to her, 

and cradles her too. 

That its glow forges her spirit, 

with a tranquil heave of breath, 

just like it does to mine. 

Such a comforting thought, this. 

A maudlin me, 

perhaps a wee bit senile too, 

suddenly I feel tad nearer to mom, 

than I am, 

or could be; 

from two thousand kilometers away. 

And then I try to place a picture. 

Where she might be in her house at this moment. 

Gracing the sleepy aura with her dainty pretty smile, 

or sending out little melodies, 

from the chords of her voice, 

as the world writes its story, 

or infusing the universe around her, 

with the kindness that emanates from her, 

compassion filled gaze. 

And just like that, 

my spirit wakes up- 

kindled and elevated. 

Happiness just sauntered in...

~~~ Careless Lovers ~~~

Careless lovers, 

on a rainy day, 

with yellow flowers, 

in brown paper bags, 

that sway, 

waltz on dreams, 

in the rains of May. 

Careless lovers, 

enchanters hey! 

I got kisses of scarlet, 

come take away...

~~ जो बीत गई सो बात गई!! ~~

जीवन में एक सितारा था 

माना वह बेहद प्यारा था 

वह डूब गया तो डूब गया 

अम्बर के आनन को देखो 

कितने इसके तारे टूटे 

कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे 

जो छूट गये फ़िर कहाँ मिले 

पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर 

कब अम्बर शोक मचाता है 

जो बीत गई सो बात गई!!! 

जीवन में वह् था एक कुसुम 

थे उस पर नित्य निछावर तुम 

वह सूख गया तो सूख गया 

मधुवन की छाती को देखो 

सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियां 

मुर्झाईं कितनी वल्लरियां 

जो मुर्झाईं फ़िर कहां खिली 

पर बोलो सूखे फूलों पर 

कब मधुवन शोर मचाता है 

जो बीत गई सो बात गई!!! 

मृदु मिट्टी के हैं बने हुए 

मधु घट फूटा ही करते हैं 

लघु जीवन लेकर आये हैं 

प्याले टूटा ही करते हैं 

फिर भी मदिरालय के अन्दर 

मधु घट हैं मधु प्याले हैं 

जो मादकता के मारे हैं 

वो मधु लूटा ही करते हैं 

वह कच्चा पीने वाला है 

जिसकी ममता घट प्यालों पर 

जो सच्चे मधु से जला हुआ 

कब रोता है चिल्लाता है 

जो बीत गई सो बात गई!!!

~~~ Love Vs Heartbreak ~~~

‎"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness..... So when you stumble, pick yourself up! Never wait for someone to pick and get you back to life. After all, you were born alone, single and strong. Remember that." 


Have you ever faced a heartbreaking situation? You don't need to be a forlorn lover to have suffered heartbreak. People with high expectations from themselves are prone to heartbreak. I know old men and women who face heartbreak because of an irresponsible son. War-torn families struggle with heartbreaks too. Soothing words heal broken hearts and mend relationships. If you are at a loss of words, find help in these heartbreak lonely sonnets. These beautiful words help alleviate the pain of heartbreak. If you feel like, "Every song is something that I've been through or an emotion I've felt - like falling in love or heartbreak." For the most part, that message hasn't changed a lot over the years - love is still love, and heartbreak is still heartbreak. 


Heartbreak can definitely give you a deeper sensibility for writing songs. I drew on a lot of heartbreak when I was writing my first poetry, I didn't mean to but I just did. Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go. 


When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead keep your head up high and gaze into heaven for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal. Heartbreak is a blessing from God. It's just his way of letting you realize he saved you from the wrong one. Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. 


It's so curious: one can resist tears and “behave” very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. 


“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, and irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”

~~~ Get over you ~~~

I’m going to smile and 

Make you think I’m happy, 

I’m going to laugh, 

So you don’t see me cry, 

I’m going to let you go in style, 

And even if it kills me- 

I’m going to smile. 

It’s hard to pretend you love 

Someone when you don't 

But it’s harder to pretend that 

You don't love someone when you really do. 

Don't cry over someone 

That won't cry over you 

If someone you love hurts you cry a river, 

Build a bridge strong enough, and get over it.

~~ Faisla ~~

Ae Khuda Aaj Ye Faisla Karde 

Usse Mera Ya Mujhe Uska Karde...

  

Bahut Dukh Sahe Hain Maine 

Koi Khushi Ab Toh Muqaddar Karde...

Bahot Muskil Lagta Hai Usse Duur Rehna 

Judai Ke Safar Ko Kuch Kum Karde...

Jitna Duur Chale Gaye Woh Mujhse Usse 

Utna Kareeb Karde...

Nahi Likha Agar Nasib Mein Uska Naam 

Toh Khatam Kar Ye Zindagi Aur Mujhe Fanaa Karde...

~~ Viraana Safar ~~

Khush They Akele Safar Mein Hum, 

Ki Ittifaaq Se Ek Anjaana Saathi Mil Gaya, 

Saath Chala Woh Kuch Door Aise, 

Ki Laga Saara Zamana Mil Gaya, 

Chalte Chalte Hua Woh, 

Meharbaan Hum Pe Kuch iss Tarah, 

Jaise Pyaar Se Koi Deewana Mil Gaya, 

Manzil Alag Thi Humari, 

Mushkil tha Safar Humara, 

Mera Itna Sa Samjhaana Aur, 

Usse Alag Hone Ka Bahana Mil Gaya, 

Kuch Iss Tarah Chali Aandhi Raat Mein, 

Phir Se Akele Reh Gaye Hum, 

Aur Fir Safar Viraana Mil Gaya…

~~ The weeping girl ~~

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair,

Lean on a garden urn,

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair,

Clasp your Flowers to you with a pained surprise,

Fling them to the ground and turn 

With a fugitive resentment in your eyes...

But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair, 

So I would have had him leave, 

So I would have had her stand and grieve, 

So he would have left, 

As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised, 

As the mind deserts the body it has used...

I should find... 

Some way incomparably light and deft, 

Some way we both should understand, 

Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand. 

She turned away, but with the autumn weather 

Compelled my imagination many days...

Many days and many hours...

Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers. 

And I wonder how they should have been together! 

I should have lost a gesture and a pose, 

Sometimes these cogitations still amaze, 

The troubled midnight and the noon’s repose.

~~ Accept Me the Way I am ~~

Accept me for what I am 

Love me as long as you can 

Then you will finally see 

How strong my love can be 

I’m destined the way I am 

I see no hassle with that 

That’s the truth from above 

Everyone has to bear this fact 

Everyone differs from others 

Like me, so don’t bother 

No one can be like me 

And i cant be like thee 

So accept me for what I am 

I'm real and like no fakes 

I think im a good person 

For Lord never makes mistakes...!!

~~ I won't be ignored ~~

I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard 

Handful of complaints, but I can help the fact, that everybody can see these scars 

What I want you to want, what I want you to feel 

But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe this is real 

So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do 

Face away and pretend that I'm not 

But I'll be here 'cause you want what I've got

  

I can't feel the way I did before 

Don't turn your back on me 

I won't be ignored 

Time won't heal this damage anymore 

Don't turn your back on me 

I won't be ignored 

I am a little bit insecure, a little unconfident 

'Cause you don't understand, I do what I can, but sometimes I don't make sense 

I say what you never wanna say, but I've never had a doubt 

It's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, for once just to hear me out 

So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do 

Face away and pretend that I'm not 

But I'll be here 'cause you want what I've got 

I can't feel the way I did before 

Don't turn your back on me 

I won't be ignored 

Time won't heal this damage anymore 

Don't turn your back on me 

I won't be ignored 

Now 

Hear me out now 

You're gonna listen to me, like it or not 

Right now 

Hear me out now 

You're gonna listen to me, like it or not 

Right now 

I can't feel the way I did before 

Don't turn your back on me 

I won't be ignored 

Time won't heal this damage anymore 

Don't turn your back on me 

I won't be ignored 

I can't feel 

I won't be ignored 

Time can't heal 

Don't turn your back on me 

I won't be ignored…no…not anymore…

~~ Life Is A Privilege ~~

Life is a privilege. Its youthful days 

Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays. 

To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire, 

To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire, 

To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow 

With great ambitions – in one hour to know 

The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth, 

How beautiful, how beautiful is youth! 

Life is a privilege. Like some rare rose. 

The mysteries of the human mind unclose. 

What marvels lie in the earth, and air, and sea! 

What stores of knowledge wait our opening key! 

What sunny roads of happiness lead out 

Beyond the realms of indolence and doubt! 

And what large pleasures smile upon and bless 

The busy avenues of usefulness! 

Life is a privilege. Thought the noontide fades, 

And shadows fall along the winding glades, 

Though joy-blooms wither in the autumn air, 

Yet the sweet scent of sympathy is there. 

Pale sorrow leads us closer to our kind, 

And in the serious hours of life we find 

Depths in the souls of men which lend new worth

And majesty to this brief span of earth. 

Life is a privilege. If some sad fate, 

Sends us alone to seek the exit gate, 

If men forsake us and as shadows fall, 

Still does the supreme privilege of all 

Come in that reaching upward of the soul 

To find the welcoming Presence at the goal, 

And in the Knowledge that our feet have trod 

Paths that led from, and must wind back, to God.