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Sweetest Sting

I wanna be your moon In the month of June Ever seen a Pink Scorpion? That’s lovelorn in a Blue Lagoon? I am deserted in the aisle Surrounded by the Candy Dune I’ve never crawled on the Jelly Sands Like a silkworm out of its cocoon! I was never afraid of snakes Coz my strength did prune World was my Sexy Vantage And love was a Lucid Lampoon! Love me like a bee But never kiss me so soon Coz the sweetest sting of an Arachnid Is like Venom of The Boon!

Fair Enough

I looked all my life for you, You didn’t even bother to glance! (Fair Enough) I wanted to walk along to kill the last rue, But you never bothered to make a stance! (Fair Enough?) I needed you in my lonesome blues, And you were busy partying hard! (Fair Enough) I was failing to cry out loud and abuse, But you always had your smile as your bodyguard! (Fair Enough?) I admired the beauty of your heart, And you were envying your own looks! (Fair Enough) Never had I expected you to depart, But you still managed to stay in my good books! (Fair Enough?)

Love Marketing

I knew my needs and wants I knew my STP very well I knew the know-hows, dos and don’ts But my love failed like hell! I did the market research I did the GAP analysis I did a filtered google search But my love failed to lure the prices! I applied 4P’s plus three for service I applied all the IMC strategies I applied behavioral science But my love didn’t fit in any marketing philosophies! I looked after the brand positioning I looked after the market value I looked after the USP modeling But my love was ONLY FOR YOU!

The Jailor of Beauties: Capturing Moments of Love

Whenever I look at the skies, I fall in love with the clouds. I wish I had a handful of them in my pockets and played with them like cotton balls making funniest shapes out of them. I always try to see something new in everything old. The silver lining on the clouds are the most seductive curves I’ve ever seen and every time I see it, it brings a blushing smile on my face that radiates out from all my agonies which die a death of ignorance. And when the rains are heavily lashing on the grounds, and I don’t have any silver-lining clouds to watch and beautify my joys, I look at the rain itself. Nothing can be more expressive than rains, and nothing can be heavier, yet so light, like clouds. The clouds hold rains ready to be charged, ready to befriend earth, ready to take the strike of the thunder and yet bring smiles on million faces downstairs. Sometimes, clouds seem to be angry, clouds seem to be upset, but never are they away from the sea. All the life, clouds serve the sea to keep ...

He Raped My Eyes!

I wasn’t far from home When I walked few miles down! I saw a wicked Improper Noun ! And he had a very rabid genome! I wasn’t that woman with a charm But my puberty was now a curse! I didn’t give a damn about my Gucci Purse! I prayed that he ran sans causing harm I never had a habit to breed lies And I began doing it since that day I am trying to protect my dignity in dismay From the day, He Raped My Eyes! I’ve got my glares on… I’ve got my scarf on… I’ve hidden in my own image I can’t see my own cleavage! I now roam like a Dead Mummy! I wish I’ll soon get rid of this Teenage!

Love You! Life

Dreams were not what I saw about you, I was looking for you alone! I never asked for anything new, Nor I wanted your point of view, I just asked for Life that said, “Love You”! Answers were not what I wanted to hear from you, I wanted to be free from a Silent Prison! I never had a doubt on the purest dew, Nor I had scrambled the nostalgic hue, I just asked for Smiling Day that said, “Love You”! Destiny was not what I saw in you, I was just making my usual move! I never had flair to catch your cue, Nor I possessed your secrets even a few, I just asked for two heavenly words, (Love You)!

A Treacherous Goodbye: One word kills ALL!

Why is goodbye so hard to say? We had been friends from long time and there was nothing romantic between us. We both shared similar ideas and thoughts, and so were great friends. We were virtually in touch and life was getting greener every time we had a conversation on some or the other useful issues! (Sometimes even on useless topics like; aur kya haal hai??? ) For some days, it was a transition period as we got to know each other’s areas of interests and disinterests too. I loved writing and she loved reading; I loved listening and she loved talking; I loved everything about her and she???? “I still have no idea” [ don’t ask me to GET IDEA please ]! For some reasons, I knew that I still wasn’t the right person with whom she could have shared all her thoughts, feelings, secrets for sure! I never expected to know each and everything about her either, and I was happy with the degree of involvement we had in each other’s lives. After few weeks, after few months, when I began blogging ...

I wish you were here, MOM!

While I was in your womb, I rocked and rolled and troubled you. I didn’t know whether you liked it or not, but now I know, how you felt when I was inside you. It was a luscious pain and you were in a blissful mode each and every time I kicked you! When I came out of your body and inhaled the first breath in this polluted orb, I felt the gnarl in my belly and that was when I began squalling. It wasn’t the pain I felt or the trouble you controlled, Mom! It was the experience of exposure to the alien world that we witnessed. We both were in a relation, literally while I was connected to you. It was the need of our lives that the chord between us had to be cut and live our own lives, yet eternally connected! You fed me every day and turned me from an infant to a child. I was still unaware of the ugly side of life as whatever I saw, made me smile, laugh, and sometimes wonder, what the hell was that? The only thing that made me cry was the darkness and the silence when you were not there f...

“A Bluetooth” weds “An ipod”: Techno-Logically SOUND???

Looking at a larger populace, it was all in the urban cities where the myth of “ Heavenly Marriages ” was trashed into the ‘ Recycle Bin! ’ Love at first sight happened every time and every day! I am still not sure what made the men so “ Wi-Fi ” who love to work offline even while they are home, and why are women so much plugged into their own song? Is it the work alone, or the surrounding that is changing them? I saw trees being cut, just in the name of “ Urban Development ” and later cry on the same song; “ Save Earth ” all along! What are we actually up to? It is really frustrating to some of the environmentalists who find this act to be vexing to the ecology, but industrialists try to compensate the loss by planting trees evenly! Well, maybe this is a magnanimous move but think over; the climatic conditions, the economic situations, the group of people; all that were there few decades back, it will never be the same NOW! If, in our generation, we get killed and our daughters wer...

The Mystic Mist: When Souls Weep!

She was standing in the corner while I was leaving the cubicle and going to my home, FOREVER! Nothing had changed between us, except her glance at me that was screaming aloud, “ Please don’t leave me alone! ” All I could do is, just see! All our memories that we spent together were flashing in front of my eyes like a Time-lapse and her eyes got wet in an instance. I dropped my bags and tried to embrace her in my arms, but she had drawn a line so thick that I was honestly out of her view. She was expecting a rose to blossom on a dry and futile soil by watering it with her tears, but roses didn’t bloom with the colors of love! It grew nostalgic in her memories and she kept his garden of memories alive, with her sweetness all around! Everyday, the roses were of different colors. Someday they grew in red when he missed her and cried the invisible tears; someday, they grew green when the reminisced the luscious memories he had with her; and someday the roses turned brutally black when he...

A Blasphemous Brahmin: Not so Untrue either!

As a child, I always had this irritating habit of questioning things that our elders did as part of a typical “Brahmin’s Ritual”. I still argue with them on the ancient topic of, ‘ whether egg is a vegetarian or non-vegetarian food ?’ and the debate is just for getting the best things out of each other. My father always used to ask me to do some thing or the other in the ritual, but those days, I was honestly innocent! I asked him straight away few things; like instance, “why do we eat only vegetarian food? Why do we take out our pants & shirts while having food? Why do we not have to touch the poojari at the temple? Why this & why that…” it continued eternally. For few of the questions, I got my answers and was fairly convinced, but I still don’t get the reason, why in most of our temples we (men) have to take off our clothes and take the darshanam of God, while women don’t! If at all the personnel of the temple has a doubt that the devotees are not Brahmin then they shoul...