Ego

Problem with Ego is its Invisible,
It creeps in with success,
And reflects in form of arrogance,
If not nipped in the bud,
Can destroy Masters !

Writers Curse

At times millions of complicated words weaved artistically,

Cannot articulate,

And sometimes you need to write a lot ,

To figure out what are you writing

Arrange Marriage Perceptions

Arrange Marriage

In India like any other free liberal Democracy, we tend to build perceptions consciously or subconsciously. They are a baby of our behaviour patterns and unfulfilled desires.

As they say the journey is sweeter than destination...

Relationship is a journey, we all evolve

Perception Indian Women have about Men:-

>For them the difference between Shaadi.com and a Porno site is just cloths.

Blessed with a x ray vision to drill through the fabric, and look beyond it.
So much so, can run the analytical algorithms which throw the correct dimensions of the object under observation with implacable accuracy.

>Obsessed with Love making on the minds  rather than love itself.

>Intoxication leads to instantaneous mortality, even done with desecration or a prescription.

Perception Indian Men have about Women

>Men come in shapes of Salaman Khan and Hrithik Roshan, and are always as romantic as SRK, and when the tender sex weaves these dreams, those rooms obviously don't have weighing scales or mirrors.

>Self obsessed with beauty (again self proclaimed) which is imperishable.

> Driving a Car is like , navigating an intergalactic  space-craft , and cannot be done by the fairer sex without scratches and scars.

 >Food in the neighbor's plate and Man on best friends bed is/are always delicious, and the pie which you have to deal with is always not fulfilling. Applies to men as well as food.

>Never are satisfied, emotionally, financially or physically.

> If i would have waited just a little longer my prince charming would have picked me in his Scarlet Ferrari.

And all i end up with is Red Maruti.

Thank You!

I want to thank you to let me free,

Else I wouldn't have realised the sea of goodness within me,

You sketched me in all gray,

which made me realise the rainbow deep within me,

I am sure if we would be together ,

We would be all thirsty for only red,

Thank you for saving the tsunami,

And making me aware of the catastrophe!

Cry of a Broken Heart

Cry of a Broken Heart

You transformed me into a Monster,

You weaved a trap and with elegance executed espionage,

A meagre mortal, is now a colossal monster,

The way you celebrated my shortcomings,

The way you decorated my inglorious past, 

Past that was buried and dead long ago,

I was inflicted by wounds from the grave,

I am left with no desire and crave,

So I ask Universe, what's the Big plan?

Why I was dethrone from a Czar to a beggar?

The wounds shall not heal anytime soon!

I am sure you wanted your freedom,

And you are now set free,

By setting blaze to my small happy nest.

God, I wish to ask, why are you so biased towards the one who inflicts pain,

Or do  you think Men are born immune to emotions?

I heard and life is unfair,

Be it that way!

I just ask why am I made a prisoner to crimes that never happened.

And you walk out of this with your head held high,

Passing the buck,

Making me the scapegoat,

I have paid a heavy price for being honest, true and good!

And what I get to hear you were very 'nice'!

  

Fearless

Fuel your dreams and not fears!....
Try to live without captivation!...
And You shall be in a happy state of mind...
Irrespective of the outcome!-