Forever..

I miss you so much.
I wish we could talk. 
It felt like we were strangers today.
It felt like we had nothing in common.
It felt like we were poles apart.
I felt like an ocean of waves lashing my own emotions against me.
I felt broken into a million pieces. 
I felt ripped apart.
I felt never so broke.
Will you ever call me? 
Will you ever meet your eyes with mine? 
Will our eyes dance the song of love?
Will our bodies gyrate our way to ecstasy? 
Will we still floor each other?
Will we still kiss each other randomly?
Will we still run our fingers over each other?
Will we still intertwine our fingers ..
In our tryst with fearless romance ? 
I miss your laughter and your yapping.
Your silence is blinding me.
Your silence is exaggerating my void .
Your indifference mellows me like nothing does.
Your quiet makes me thirst for more of your love.
Quench my thirst..
I'm sorry.
I drove you till the end of your tether.
I drove you to that very end.
And my bad..I spoke too much indeed.
But why wouldn't you throw me adorable glances anymore?
I am sinking in our agony and fighting tears with tears.
Fighting love with love.
Oh how I miss you,baby!
How I miss your phone-y kisses.
How I miss your silvery touch .
How I miss your smile and
A passion of yesterday.
How I miss those secretive smiles and caresses.
Your caress opens up a volcano of new highs.
Your presence ignites a flaming fire in my heart.
Opening up a soul of gushing dreamy,starry love currents.
Waiting to be cuddled.
Cuddle you and kiss you all over.
And leaving traces of eternal moist.
Imprinting in your soul,to last forever.

Beating One

Deep down in me,
I hear voices,
voices of a distant memory,
memories that dwell in me,
I dwell in them,
memories that keep me alive,
memories that kiss me to reality,
memories that fade away the real,
and drowns me ,
in the warmth of your love,
in the embrace of your passion,
in the deep realms of undying love,
in the thicket of your arms.


how do you define love?


Your voice gives me a high..
is that how?
Your presence make me flush and glow.. 
is that how?
Your touch ..
opens up an ocean of
currents of love so crystal clear,
is that how?


I don't know how,
but all I know,
is we are one soul.
A soul of twin hearts,
beating rhythmically One,
oh I don't ever care..
who throws us muck or mar,
all I know is..
We are one,
yes, One!!
and no one can taint,
a twin heart
beating one.

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Wrapped in enigma?

When I began blogging,I decided to never write a mushy post. However,nowadays I'm compelled to do things against the grain.Things I don't want to do and end up doing and proudly broadcasting it too.


I am so unpredictable.I sometimes don't know what I'm going to do next. It's like I'm analyzing myself from some somebody. I don't think I've found someone like me. However I love me.Because being unpredictable gives me an edge. Even my friends can hardly guess me. 


But there is a time in all our lives, There comes a moment when we want to be predictable.When we want to be reliable.And when we want to be subtle and don't rush into grave decisions- Be the calm self and introspect. And I think that is when new ideas start oozing . I think that is when you know change is happening.And that is when you know change is the new you. And the feeling gives you utmost freedom to desire what you want and get what you want. It makes you want to create a niche for ourselves like no other .The essence of true knowledge /meaning to life is met. It's when you know you can achieve and run after your dreams no matter what the cost. It's like a new boost that's got into you and no one can shake you off it.So "when" does "the change" happen? 


On a bench near a beach

They sat on a bench,
near a breezy beach,
they were a beautiful couple,
so innocently supple.


Vigilance shining in his eyes,
and tenderness in hers,
they sat silently,
chatting away merrily,
little smiles here and there,
romance drifted in the air.


He puffed a bit,
in style so charming,
she did too,
in his company alone.


They meandered like sweet angels,
like angels of my past.


They fluttered like sweet birdies, 
building a nest of love alone,
shared the ice cream fondly,
and glances of golden lily.


Entwined fingers,
and tinkling love,
his vigilance hid,
what no one did,
the lock to sanctity,
of sacred love,
belonging to his wife,
he so much adore(s).
she gave away,
the shyness and warmth,
of a newly wed wife,
chattering of yesteryear,
so beautifully stupid,
yet so naively beautiful.


Minutes later.
They walked together,
holding hands 
and love so cherished
and self-confessed.


Overwhelmingly
I realized, 
how my reverie collapsed,
in my grievous hunger,
so much I missed her...


This could have been an observation or some couple he knew of;the guy dreaming them, whom anyone would find "cute" on a bench near a beach.Sometimes,we look at couples and wonder "When are we going to be walking like that?" And isn't it beautiful when couples think no one could be more happier than them when there are a countless others thinking the same? 

Also,on a self-improvising note,it is the prime time when one learns about one another. Analyses oneself more. At least that's how I see it. It's one of the most wondrous learning processes of all time.How else could we learn patience,sacrifice and so much more?


P.S.Just a random post sprinkled with a little fiction.However,I'm sure one of us could be a part of this fiction. ;)


Signing off,
The unpredictable dreamer :)

An Ode to Granpa

Here is a lovely poem my Uncle penned for his father.My grandad! Our grandad.


It's the 5th anniversary and he along with my beautifully living Granma raised four gorgeous kids who've grown out to be responsible beings with strong values for our system of life and bestowed upon us the paths to independent thinking with chivalry.Letting us be free like those birdies in the sky yet never letting go when we are scathed or go awry! The whole concept of bringing us in they're grip of life and letting us free from the clap of their hands requires reputable strength and honor. Grandad had that .And those genes have slipped down to my Mom,Uncles & Aunt.


Isn't it a wonder to grant freedom where one can enjoy responsibly yet nuture it without having it tainted?! That is,some kind of FREEDOM of sorts ,isn't it?! Not everone is lucky to be a part of it.


Little did we know that morning ,
God was going to call your name.
In Life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.


It broke our hearts to lose you,
but you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.


You left us fond memories,
your love is still our guide.
And though we cannot see you,
you are always by our side.


Our family chain is broken,
and it seems we are adrift
But as God calls us one by one,
We'll be linked again at rest.


Life is but a stopping place,
A pause in what's to be,
A resting place along the road,
To sweet eternity.


We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
We are all meant to live our life,
But never meant to stay.


Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know,
For some the journey's quicker,
For some the journey's slow.


But when the journey finally ends,
We'll claim a great reward,
And find an everlasting peace,
Together with the Lord.


We luv ya,Granpa! 

Chocolate-kissed

Star-dusted in brown,

coated like sugary burn,

simmering with glee,

guess who can it be?

Enchanted chirps,

from north to south,

from east unto west,

tweeting so merrily,

my ecstasic power,

my power that can stun, 

throwing everyone,

 spell bound!

I dissolve all sorrows,

I dissolve all pain,

I emanate energy,

so full of ecstasy,

my aura can thunder,

like lightenings surrender,

that the time has come,

to give up their gloom!

Women love me,

Men love me,

Children love me no less,

so can you now guess,

what i might be?

This is your quest,

don't put me to the test,

for i will soon melt,

at anyone's compliment!

Living Treasures

Talk about the pleasures of gardening! I've always loved plants,trees,flowers-the scented and the unscented.And those creepers ,climbers,those gorgeously twisty turning ones.It's a sight to behold .Don't you think?


Who doesn't love the nature at it's colorful glory!

A carpet of green,
much so serene.
Marshy earth,
crawling with mirth.
Residing insects,
fauna-flora visuals,
Delighting the eyes,
that costs no price.
So flaming red,
yet so delicately bred,
with sparkly waters,
surrendering to their fathers,
dribbling and splattering,
plentifully giving,
nourishing and satiating,
every fellow being.


Wrote that,when a lovely scene flashed before me ;a forest-look waterfalls with it's greens standing dominant at it's gaiety's best!


My garden
My mom and dad love gardening and I guess ,I've got into that groove now.Simply love the way plants ,flowers, trees are. They're so gorgeously majestic. Each and every plant/tree/flower is so gorgeous in it's own way.There again, steming it's way to "uniquness".


They say "Talk to plants and they grow faster!". The day I heard that,you have no clue how bonkers I went about "talking to plants".I used to talk,no wait,I used to whisper.For fear that onlookers would think I've lost it.I would whisper sweet things to plants like "You're beautiful,grow fast" or "You're the cutest of this crowd.Grow,grow,grow!".I used to do this like, seven years back. Now,I'm laughing over all that.


But secretly ,deep down ,from the bottom of my heart,I do whisper to plants,even TODAY,lovingly asking them to grow. I guess the plants can sense the love by the way you pour water over it or nuturing it,manuring it and protecting it from pests! 


"The way you pour water over it" meaning ,you just don't throw water over it like you were flinging a bag of garbage in the bin.Instead ,gently let the water's love and the pourer's love deeply penetrate into its roots and stem till the tip of the leaf!


Just let the water flow gently.Take care of it like a baby.You don't even have to talk! Just let the warmth in you spread to your saplings too.They'll enjoy growing and sustain everything just to please their master.They don't have mouths to cry but they rot away to agony and wither away if you don't care enough.They don't squeak for help when they're dying.They don't throw tantrums like us when they can't grow the way they want.They just grow the way they are destined to be born through that one blessed seed creating a niche for themselves,individually;creating a world where they belong and carrying on their leafy lives to eternally evergreen livelihood till death places its hand over it!


I wrote this just to thank the Universe for giving me such lovely flowers.I have been dedicatedly watering my plants from the past two weeks. And in three days, bloomed a splendid rose,then another,and then four more. All in peachish pinkish red.Oh,how I love them! And my hibiscus has grown to its matured beauty dancing in the breeze like a balerina on fire. And those cute baby tomatoes. My! You get the picture.There are many samplings we've planted,Er,Yet to learn their names! I'm waiting to expand my garden.Our garden.A lot of my mom's efforts run into it.Efforts and love.Gifts of love indeed!

Building Castles in the Underworld

Never give up!


When your heart is low,
when everything goes slow,
always remember,
Never give up.


when nobody believes,
and when nobody cares,
always remember,
never give up.


when the tides are low,
when your breath is melow,
always remember,
never give up.


when the winds deny you,
when your world falls apart,
start everything anew,
noone said your life's -"thats it!"


when the storm is brewing,
heaven and hell wrath fire,
always remember,
we care!
so never give up!


when your dear ones desert you,
when the hills steep down ,
always remember,
never give up.


when life's lost it's lustre,
when you've embraced ire,
always remember, 
patience is the answer.
And mostly remember,
never give up,ever!


when your spirits are dying,
when your sun is weeping,
always always always remember,
never give up!


when your soul is thirsty,
when you know you are meeky,
Know that He loves you,
Know that He's waiting for you,
waiting you'll summon him someday,
Today.
He'll pour out his soul ,
loving you, Just You!


Like the industrious ants,
toiling day and night,
Building,
creating ,
and contributing, 
to the underworld of their dreams,
scurring in labour, 
Building castles in their world,
they defy fear,
they war the storms,
though losing an obvious battle,
They rejoice in their choice to-
"Never give up!"