My eyes filled with the tears,
but still trying to stop them,
to flow through my cheeks,
and reach my heart and make it wet,
Because some where inside my heart,
I know, I believe, even in the faintest iota of space,
what so ever, this life is or means for me,
Is only that you are mine,
you shall be all fine and shine,
And I am yours,
For you anything I will endure,
We will be together soon for sure,
And we will always forever be
the reasons for each other's cure!

To my Love,

Once I had seen a dream,
Perhaps, with you in a lovely cream,
But I thought that was just a dream,
I am happy now, that was not the dream,
It was spring,
It was beautiful feeling,
It was so loving and caring....
And I am more happy,
That it "was" not "was",
For me its, "is" and only "is"
Because you are in my dream,
You are in my heart,
You are in every veins of mine,
You are my cuppy cake Ice- cream,
And Tell You What, You Are Also In My Every Scream!!!

I love you!

I am so much falling in love.....

I never thought this would be a feeling,

a feeling long before i was looking and searching for.....

I wanted to cry before because i felt so very lonely..

but now....i want to cry again again that i have you beside all the time and all the time

that i feel so warm and so secure with your hands holding mine...

this is not any thing that i am creatively writing, nothing that makes a reader think twice,

this is nothing that will bring goose bumps....this is just the conversation with the person that i love and cherish....the conversation that would multiply our love more and more.....

I would have written more about you and praised you more.......

would have written so much of meaningful things for you.......

would have written so much deep feelings for you......

But you once said that "You say it best when you say nothing at all"

So, my love, I am just going to say I Love you!!!

I thought to write a Lyrics,

But it became a poem,

I thought to write about me,

But it became about you,

I thought to embellish my words,

But it became a gift for you,

I thought to connect my lyrics and my poem,

But it became an connection between me and you!!!

I thought to feel enliven being connected to you,

But it became a rejection to me from you,

I thought to take this as an acting,

But it became a painful pretending,

I thought to let everything go and forget,

But it became all fake and life long lonely target,

I even thought to die,

But it became a one Big Lie!!!

I thought to title this as "U & ME"

But it became something else,

Not even you and not even Me!!!

WAS

It was one day, when glimpses were like beautiful,

things were magical only a smile was enough,

enough to make life feel like life, flowering everywhere,

thought that may be there was nothing to life than a smile,

smile to take away every pain far, far away,

and only were fine days,

hopeful morning-enigmatic day-fresh evenings-romantic nights,

with the promises swearing upon the twinkling stars,

their charm, their mysterious expressions and their design of embroidering the sky,

moon cherishing its glory, its bright face of love stealing all the sights,

the day was good, the day was smooth, the day was with all the flow was fantastic.

that made everything smile and smile and smile!!!

Tears were nothing, just drops of extra liquid coming out of eyes...the unwanted water...

there were tears in the eyes but still smile kept holding on ....eyes were happy...

only showed some tears because there was no moist in life...finally it was also perfected,

cold air flew back, came back, turned back, touched back and leaned back,

upon the life so vigorously seemed attractive and pleasant,

and just blew the hair like the wave of the sea slowly slowly,

dried all the tears away and pushed the mouth to smile,

let eyes blink as many times as it can,

to see the memories, the moments, each and every smiles and tears!

Ah! that was the gifted day, the blissful moment, the hopeful dream,

BUT

Now, the moment only cries out these words,"It was one day when glimpses were like beautiful.............WAS..........the hopeful dream"

Messsssss!!!!

Well! what to say about the mess of life that messes around me, around everyone like bloody hell. I try, everyone does to be out of it, to stray from this thing called mess but it follows us like shadows. Perhaps, this mess thing is just another disgusting part of our so called enigmatic life, well, if not others, at least my is. I hate the bestest part of life, trying to be satiric, sadness, disappointment, stupid problems, pressure and the thing called mess. I know I don't make a big amount of difference here than others in terms of hating the sad side of life, But everyone does make a whole amount of difference in making the sad part of their own life. Its just a matter of my choice, every one's choice. In many points I myself being a insane person, try to trace out mess from my life and try myself to make that mess into the order which I always try. But I want to feel messy until and unless I cause it and I create it for myself. And I hate this another part of life where you yourself do not cause or create mess for yourself but some other unimportant jerks does the ceremony for you. Or sometimes in mathematical terms, reciprocal to that you tend to be that unimportant jerk, and that's the irony of life or whatever anyone may call it. I have been properly, civilized and socialized, in terms of the bloody culture, but whats with the culture that only torments you and only tells you to do that other want and wish. That way you turn out to be just a marionette, only played by the other's wish to make you play. I hate to be that, and everyone does.

And I realize again, I hate to be a marionette, but I am the one. Played by others. working on other's wish. And then full stop. Nothing can be forwarded and done. I am and feel happy when those others are the people I love, respect,admire and adore. But again I realize they don' t try to marionette me, its just the people who are envy of you and are sympathetic only not empathetical. At this point I again realize that these envious people are my own people, people of my own blood, people with my identity , people to whom I chose to be born with and live this non charismatic life and people whom I thought I would love and respect but as I catched my senses, as I knew things better, as I could see the fake smile in their faces, as I could view the selfish motifs of their love, And mostly as I realize that the reason I am writing such a ridiculous thing, is only them, the people of my own blood, I resume to hate them not because they are selfish but they are so unselfish enough to interrupt in my life, my problems, my dreams, my decisions and my relations. Their interruptions cause mess in my life, now I am beginning to feel that their presence is even more messy than their cause. I tend to move away from them, run away from them which would help me to stray from mess too, but I fail, in each and every step I fail, why? And I hate the part where I know the answer to this question why I fail to run away from those unwanted people and mess? Simply, because I hate this reason, simply because I am one of them.

Well! I don't cause and create mess in my life, but the irony is I do for others as other do for me! Unselfish enough to bestow mess to others for the selfish reason to be secure and happy. At this point, security and happiness seem such cruel faces to me, for which I am living and existing till now, even with my disregards and my messy prospects of Life!

i am nothing

sometimes i wonder what is my value, what is my aim, what is that i am missing, what is that i must perceive and many times i get the same answer, Nothing... and I always think that i am nothing. perhaps i am nothing that's why everything related to me is just such vacuum and empty. in life people often think that they have some kind of company, they have some kind of true partner, some kind of joy these companies and partner bring to you. but the only thing you get for sure is loneliness no matter how much you try and no matter how much you have had good moments in life, you always end up being sad and making others also sad.

many times i feel that i am being in the way of everything, i am being in others way, in their happiness, i am the one that is being a thorn on a beautiful rose, i am being the most popular villan in the life of hero and heroine, and many times i think if i am nothing then how can i be in the way of these people and their life... and that is the question always ranging in my head and perhaps it can also be a secret that is going to be a mystery. but the only thing i feel is sorry for those people who are bearing me everyday, tolerating my nothingness and just seeing my ugly face everyday. its just a wonderful guts they have to bear me i think.