I love you...

I thought U have already forgotten me...but I was wrong...
now...I know... I am there in ur heart.... all along....

But...always....
I thought you were not mine.....to me..... u didn't belong
I thought that we were incompatible.... we can't get along..
I thought you detested me.... for some reasons...might be very strong...
I was in illusion.....Why? for so long...

and....then....for while...
I thought I will move on... swallow what I feel..
I will lock my lips and my heart i will seal..
I will seek solitude...ampuated by my sense..
I will cage my spirit and constrain it with solid fences...

but...when u sang...that song yesterday
It made me realised what it had to say....
You vocalised my words in most precise way...
That forgotten melody.......made my heart sway....

Now...that..I know...
What I thought was wrong...
You never forgotten me nor my song....
So, now..I want to dedicate these words to you...
And this is my way to say "I love You"....

Picking Roses for life time...

Start picking up roses for life...to fill your heart with absolute delight....
Though they come with the hurting thorns ....but sometimes that little pain is alright....
They are just like our life....filled with moments of felicity and distress...
Petals are so soft could soothe the stress but thorns could make life a mess...

But...then its beauty which is everlasting..
And the fragrance which will captivate a heart..
Touch of petal is like a subdued Velvet
and the standing rose which is objet d'art...

A Rose...blooming with the first light
So, enchanting and beyond ordinary understanding
Like happiness is just as spellbound
U forget misery and sorrow...
You live life in merry as if there is no tomorrow...

So, quash all the thorns and pick up the roses....
So what? for moment gaiety it possess......

Not ethnocentric....

Before I was born... I had no identity
Just a cell in the womb of my mother...with unconditional serenity
I was born with thousand tags.. like caste, culture and creed
I did not choose any of them....and there was no need..

Today After several years...I am learning, for me what they mean...
It's gift of my forefathers...which I had not seen....
Now..It's my duty to protect and preserve their gift
It should neither fade nor it should drift...


I would never abuse anyone for their culture, caste and creed..
I would rather judge each man only on his deed..
I would never ruin others ...when I protect what's mine
If We respect each other..with me thats fine...

But If u try to bully or abuse me or my language or what I am..
I would do the same...cause then I will not give a damn
I will penalize you..no matter who you are
everthing is fair in the Love and the war...

That's why....I call myself warrior.....though you may call me Ethnocentric..
I am bound to protect what is mine....and that is what I seek...

Mirror Image

Yes ! I have personality that splits now and then
It's difficult to find which is me? again and again
who am I ?some times i wonder.....
A rebel inside and outside, A submissive blunder...

They say I have a very expressive face...anyone can read my eyes and tell, what my thoughts embrace...
But they don't know She can pretend so well... My eyes will reveal only what She wants to tell...
But that's not me... playing hide and seek...Its some one else who makes me freak...

She likes extremes and I like balance...
She likes noise and I like silence...
she likes pride and I like humility..
She likes to wander and I like stability

we live within one body... with one mind and with one heart
we are one but so much apart
she hates me when I surrender myself...
she shakes me up and assert herself..

I get irritated when she hurts someone...
why should I justify what she has done?
no matter what........... She is me and I am her
If one of us fade our image will blur....

I know in my heart...she wants to protect me
but she should realise ...now she should set me free..
I want to be alone I want to be "Me"

Abstract....

U took away the anguish from my heart and made me glad...
when u came down drizzling on the dry land..
wid enchanting colours u painted my spirt...
and now its soaring high.....
The driblets of water on my window like silver ivories
U weaved them in my thoughts and they will glitter someday in my words
I can see them shining and touching the hearts of mortals one day
with the purity of raindrops and touch of thunder
you unwound my psyche and whisked my fears
now i m in tranquil...
to drag words from my mentations and spill them on cellulose pulp...