What if

What if i was evolved to know you were ready,

Ready to walk that walk with me,

What if I was not blinded by what I never wanted,

What if you and me would watch the setting sun in Tuscany,

What if we didnt have our constraints,

We would breath better,

Less anxious, less half empty,

Filling each others life with hope,

What if and only if I could travel back and fix a few stitches,

Our fabric of lives could be so better !

Search

I start for work early,

I try to stay in late,

Confrontation with mirror in itself throws a million questions,

Have I lost my charm?

Are the circles getting darker by the day,

Forget a second look,

Now I wonder, even if I get noticed,

After dinner I open the flap of miniature idiot box,

Run through matrimony site,

In search of the one!

Aspirations, expectations and time,

Don't quite fit in the same bowl of reality,

Peer pressure is a funny bunny,

You don't quite enjoy anything with joy,

And life is filled to brim with emptiness,

In my world which is falling apart,

You seem to be bring in baton of hope,

Suddenly life has meaning,

And i feel time travel is not a myth,

But then all of a sudden just like a desert storm,

All withers away,

You are gone!

And search is on...

Two Drops of Rain in Love

Two Droplets of Rain,

Were seen hanging on to high tension cable,

I was afraid, if the cable were to be electrocuted,

I was scared for them?

But they were engrossed into each other,

So absorbed into each other,

As if there was no tomorrow,

As if the rest of the world didn’t exist,

No fear of death, no fear of consequences,

Only an urge to unite,

They come close,

Sparks ignite,

The entire Universe illuminates,

With a crackling grunt,

They become one,

And start their joy ride,

They hit a pink rosebud,

Multiplying into hundred droplets,

Waiting for their turn to bloom!

I Love You

Sometimes I feel I am this Stranger,

Standing alone with my umbrella closed,

It’s pouring rain & me I am in deep, deep pain,

I use to get Wet, loved it then,

But now I am in the rain to hide my pain,

As few droplets roll down my cheeks,

 They tend to subside in the continuous stream dripping from my head to toe,

Drenching me, making me shiver,

That day you broke me the painful news,

You looked so confused!

You didn’t knew, Which Way to go,

You asked for my help!

You looked tensed, tears started to roll down your cheek,

I have seen many disturbing pictures but none more disturbing than to see you helpless,

You had to take the biggest decision in life,

Well for me it was destruction of the lovely picture of our’s that I had painted in my life,

I so needed to hold you,

Hug you & tell you.

I Love You, I Love You!

But I had to hold my tears to wipe yours,

 As they are more painful to me more than anything else,

So this selfless friend gave a serious piece of advice,

Knew the consequence,

And Lost His Queen for Life!

Your Partners Best friend.& Your Worst Nightmare!...

            

Before I scribble & write stories, let me tell you I am a peace loving, cold blooded, warm hearted beast( this name is a gift from my girlfriend’s best friend).

She is always that itch, which on scratching turns the skin red, staying with her is like sucking air inside the mouth & exposing it to the cavity, you know it will give you a bad ache still you can’t help sucking the dam air in. Now many of you might feel I am being a hypocrite, I start this piece by saying I am cold blooded, but I have used some adjectives  to decorate my 'Girlfriend’s best friend' 's character which might on surface showcase I am short tempered. But I am not targeting a specific person, it’s only a designation given by your girl/boy (These character have been detected in both the sexes)

They are a different breed they always feel as if you are acquiring a controlling stake in their best friend, which they had acquired in a creeping manner, they still have the urge to manipulate mind of their best friend, and showcase her/him  the plethora of options she/he is missing on. You might feel that I am an insecure person, trying to live in shadow of fear, I am not… actually you are never really concerned about actions of your gf/bf’s best friend… you are mad with the poke-dokie it plays with your time & eats into those healthy , romantic & sweet dates.

One thing I have seen the best friend always has series of failed relationships, for which they tend to blame the entire male/female community. Invariably they are single when you are seeing their best friend & when eventually you break up with your girl or a boy sprouts of love, green shoot’s of romance suddenly emerged in there wretched love lives, & they come to you to thank you to say, “ Thanks you taught me the meaning of Love”, & you feel Thank You… but No THANK YOU!..... And on surface what you do is just pass a smile!...

The legend of Frozen lake

This poem is a beautiful story showcasing a father daughter relation, i really don't know how this came to my

mind, but it's very close to my heart.




It was a Chilly Season,

I say a perfect Reason,

Time to put my rollers on,

Doing rounds at the ally seemed like a boring affair,

I say lets be adventurous, lets do some dare,

Oh yeah we goanna hit the frozen lake

The lake has its own beauty

Calm, serene, quite,

Still whisper’s stories,

Stories of love & romance,

Legends that date back to the centuries,

Seemed like a perfect Sunday,

An evening on frozen lake,

Coffee & Hot chocolate at Mc-Larne’s,

Dinner at Dates,

We strolled, skated & threw Ice ball’s,

Presence of snow in February was a bit of luxury,

It was getting dark,

We were not in hurry,

Skidding & Skating around,

We went to the middle of the lake,

I turned back to get my cell phone from the sack,

I hear a thud & a scream in her shrill voice,

I broke into laughter,

She fell again on her bumps,

I turned back to see my baby disappear in front of my eyes,

She was there, there she was!

I choked, I froze, couldn’t scream couldn’t shout,

I heard flapping, & babbling in water,

It was my daughter it was my daughter,

I kept on screaming somebody help!... Somebody!….

No one in the vicinity,

Predictions were of a snowy day!

All locked up in their room’s to watch Manchester United play,

Hey, hey I might lose my daughter due to frost

For my adventure, will I have to pay a big cost?

I was losing time, but not hope,

Can someone help me with a rope?

Chaos panic & pandemonium,

I am screaming shouting for help,

Has everybody in our town gone deaf?

As my dolly was exhausted in the shivering water,

I run with my skate’s, to escort someone,

It took me a while to return back,

All the way I prayed for time to stop,

As I approach I see my darling lying flat on the frozen lake,

Mix feelings run through my brain,

Heart pounding fast,

How did she come up? Is she okey?

Next morning as we enjoy hot chocolate on the warm hospital bed,

She tells me a tale which was hard to gulp,

The legend of the frozen lake was live, kicking & hauntingly true,

There was a hand that pushed my daughter back to life,

The invisible, mystical, hand of shepherd who help’s people stuck in frost,

He was guardian, he was angel, I started believing in legends & fairy tales,

Made be believe in divine!

Sweet Memories

Memories are sweet if you don't have to deal with the Past!....
You Just wish that time spend with her always last!....
Time flies by!...
Memories Fade!....
Why one forgets all the things i have said!....
its heaven where matches are made!

Coz ….Girlfriends will be Girlfriends

I was taken back when my ex-girlfriend said, “I always felt that one day a dream Merchant would come long riding on a white horse and take me away, and then I met you”, I could have easily gone into my shell and nodded, but I had to make a comeback as if the entire male fraternity’s fate rested on what I came in the next 30 seconds, I used all my possible wits and replied , “ Honey , every girl from Princess to Ugly Duckling dream’s of Prince Charming! “.
Women are never (for lack of a better word) satisfied, with what they have, for them grass on the other lady’s side is green lush Center court of Wimbledon whereas they always feel they are battling on dry clay surface of Roland Garos surface. Women have this tendency to complain right from the dessert’s served on their plate or the men they date.
Change is evident and eminent in your life, as you enter depths of a relationship, as long as this change stays in realms of inculcation of good habits, you are on the right track but the moment you feel this radical change is transforming you into a person which you are not and don’t enjoy being , you should concur that you might get derailed any day.
I am not trying to be a Male Chauvinist ( I hate to use the word Pig, as I don’t know if Chivalry and Chauvinism run into the entire spectrum of animal kingdom) but the above mentioned syndrome is true and even a female can be victim of similar attitude by men.
Talking about chauvinism it’s a favorite 10 letter word, which every second female has in her dictionary, and women take pride in making maximum use of it even on a remotest opportunity they get. I am not part of some anti women bashing forum, but I am trying to analyze some of the nasty habits of stronger sex( I have no doubt that women are emotionally much more stronger than men).
Another habit that girlfriends posses is their ability to bitch about other women, especially in front of their boyfriends, they derive this immense pleasure in contemplating and commenting on other female’s wretched lives. You will seldom see two females being very good friend without a profit motive being involved.

PS: The incident at the start of the post is purely an imaginary incident, and has got nothing to do with any person living or dead. Neither inspired from my personal life.

Hope!

There is a deep valley beneath,

I am holding on to this thin rope,

I have still not given up the hope,

There is chance of life, there is a scope.

A strong force pulls up the string,

And my belief becomes stronger,

I get pulled up,

Million thoughts go through my head,

I am going to change,

Not gonna be the same old me any longer,

I make a promise to my life,

I will cherish every second of it.

I will be a changed man.

Only if I could survive, I know which I can

I dream of Life,

I dream of love,

I dream of us being happy ever after,

The image is nice and Sharpe in mind,

Beautiful and only one of its kind.

Suddenly the friction between rocks and rope being pulled increases,

As my heart pounds,

Is there a twist in the tale?

I ask myself where did I fail?

If I die and meet the depths of Valley

Whom should I blame?

And who will pay for the claim?

No it just would be insane

To play the buck passing game.

It could be the rope,

I could be the rock,

It could be me at the wrong place at the wrong time

But its not the place, rock or rope…

As I still have the hope!

I will emerge of this valley with some scars

And for sure shoot at some stars.

But I would be all alone,

What are starts, what are cars?

If you are not with me

Life is an empty Jar,

With all the materialistic things filled in it to the brim,

All this without you is as good as a sentence to hell,

For my Sin’s I have committed

My mind wonders,

And as I am just about to reach the surface,

The rope’s final stands get cut…

The rope breaks,

And I initiate my descend,

Now I see all memories flashing clearly.

Those places, those talks, long, long walks,

In few seconds I will close my eyes forever

And they might see you never

I fall, I fall with a big blue bang,

You might ask me what happened to you?

The freefall was not good enough for you?

And I to sink beneath the depths,

I just hope I don’t ever open my eyes.

But to my surprise I find you sitting next to me,

Comforting me and telling me “it’s just a nightmare!”,

And sweetheart there is nothing to get scared.

Clinging on hope,

Standing on a very thin rope,

Waiting for you till eternity,

That will be my only hope

To cling on to this thin rope!

D E S T I N Y . . . . .

Destiny oh! Destiny what wicked games you play,
You make me feel like czar one day,
The next day I am a beggar.

You propel me up high in the sky,
The next moment I fall flat on the ground!
I never feel I am safe and sound.
Destiny oh! Destiny what wicked games you play,

Sometimes I wish to defy you.
But really can I deny you?
You show me light you show me life,
Give me courage, bring back hope,
Still why adversities have their scope,

Dose happiness lie in accepting you or expecting you?

Once a wise man said, ” your decisions decide your destiny!”
Is it true?
But what I sow is never what I reap!

I guess its me who has to change your course!,
Tell me is their any alternative resource?

It’s easy it’s easy to blame you
Is easy to curse you,
Buts its easier to work hard and reframe you!
I would fight and fight till everything is right.

I believe you exits,
But depending n you to shape me,
Is like trying to find coast in a thick mist,

Destiny oh! Destiny
You keep playing your games,
And I will play mine!
Let’s see who wins,
Destiny or one who is destined to win!

R I N G

i see your face,
i open them it disappears,
Can you understand my helpless case.

I tried so hard,
i could not speak,
i really feel,
i am getting weak.

I am holding on to the weakest string,
if i don’t pluck them now,
i could never sing,
And if i do so now , i m sure there's no wedding ring !

I miss those talks,
Those long-long walks,
i guess everything is gone,
there's no point in dragging on.

I am on the dier's trait,
Angels are sitting on heaven's gate,
i can see it coming,
i got no regret,
But only last wish, if i could pluck that string,
And only if i could sing
But now i guess its bit too late,
There’s no point to contemplate.

I couldn’t sing,
I couldn’t sing
That’s why i had to forget,
The wedding ring.

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this is a song about a guy , who liked a girl very much but never had
the courage to ask her out and plucking of the string in the second
stanza refers to asking her out. and 'holding on to the weakest string'
gives the idea of his old age and he couldn’t ask her out till it was too
late. and later on he came to know that even she loved him

P R I N C E S S

She's my princess,
she's my star,
the brightest supernova,
that's true and not bizarre.

she soaks all the pain,
without any selfish gain,
and that's why she is
not just a 'plain-Jane'.

she always tells the truth and never lies,
she works hard,
never gives up tries and tries.

she is my darling sister,
hey you don’t mess with her, Mr!
she is calm like a silent sea,
but when she gets angry she is a ferocious twister.

she rules the land, air and sea.
and that's why she is always busy!
she is never on time!
that's alright,we are use to it, its fine.
she thinks being late makes her divine.

she is always nice to all,
rich, poor, big or small.

her heart is ever-expanding universe,
yes, she will bless you and will never curse.

she brings a smile, on a sad face,
that's her beauty and that's her grace.
find a person like her,
i bet you could hardly trace.

if u think she's a baby,
for sure you must be crazy
is she incarnation of any goddess?
no, she is just my little princess!

Cinderella for her dad,
Princess for me,
softie for some,
this girl is awesome.

she's a supernova,
she's a star
see you soon mere yaar!

This Poem was Written by me dedicated to Vidhi Jhobalia my Rakhi sis!
The lil girl in the pic is not Vidhi ;)

Conquest!!!!

I’ve risen from the ashes,
Just like phoenix,
I’ve rammed through many firewalls.

I’ve won loosing battles,
I’ve tasted water of all oceans,

When I arrive, all mighty emperors throw their throne away,
And run for their lives.
I got hundred’s and thousands of wives

My men are ruthless and relentless
For them taste of blood is sweeter than honey,
And its fragrance is better than millions of crushed roses

You cannot deny me,
You cannot defy me,
I am invincible,
I am Ferro!
I am God!

This is my last battle,
This is my final frontier,
Then I will be immortal,
No one can deny me,
No one can defy me,

I lad from the front,
I strike the enemy with full might,
This city is not goanna last long,
Soon my men will march with the victory song.

I see strong resistance,
There are even mothers and children for assistance!
My sword keeps on slashing fast,
This battle is going to last.

Night falls days pass by,
Still my men crawl and stand by,
The smell of blood is hanging deep in the air,
Now I know how did we fare.

Rosy sight everywhere,
Screams and shouts in the air,
I had a blood bath,
And achieved victory’s path,

I’ve conquered dead,
And not the death,
I cannot see a single fool upon whom I could rule!

My soldiers yell “We win! We Win!”,
I’ve committed a gigantic sin!
My sword has quenched her thirst,
But what about millions who will curse.
I don’t want the riches,
I don’t want the rags,
By conquering dead, I’ve conquered life,
You cannot win on a force of knife!

This is where my journey begins,
My aim is conquest of life,
Now I am a tourist, who has just begun,
And miles to go, and lots to catch,
Before he could snatch!

Companion

Sleeping on the sand,
Gazing at the sea,
I guess how my companion would be?

Would she be beautiful?
Would she be charming?
Or am I too demanding?My desperate thoughts are really alarming!

I would love to weep on her shoulder,
That’s how, we would get older,
Just like wine,
Sweet and fine!

Would she be compassionate or just passionate?
Would she be cruel,?
Oh! That would act like a fuel!
I guess my mind is wandering too much!
But how much is too much?
Will she offer me some words of wisdom?
Or will she be Totally engrossed in ruling her own little Kingdom.

Would she quarrel and fight?
Or just turn of the lights,
And kiss me good night,
Please God show, me her one glimpse,
One sight!
You think, I’ve lost my mind?
If you think so you are really generous and kind
I think ,I will just shut-up till I find!

WHAT IS LOVE?

Love is like life,
A risky affair,
You got to do the dare!

If you win you are hare,
But If you lose its just not fare!

You feel you’ve it in your grasp,
So naturally you tend to relax,
But in a second destiny changes!
You think you wont get their in ages.

You try really hard, bad luck; you are short of a good card!
You cannot study you cannot work,
World thinks you are a one big jerk!
You try to move ahead, and kick on,
You can’t help singing the same old song,

Same old memories; same old thoughts,
I remember, we use to fight a lot,
I wont those fights,
But what I’ve are just lonely nights,
I miss you I miss you!, can these fantasies come true?

I don’t know how you feel,
I’ve totally lost the zeal,
Can we again crack the deal?
It just needs your permission, your approval, and your seal!

You are millions of miles away,
Still feel we will meet someday,
The phone will ring,
And my destiny will sing!

One fine day I see you on the doorway,
I don’t know what to say.
As come closer,
Emotions get stronger.

But then I see the wedding ring!
Shinning bright in the daylight,
Suddenly everything goes blank,
I cannot see,
Have I lost my sight?
That’s not fare, that’s not right!

I know I made a big mistake,
Blaming it on destiny,I’ve lost my stake!

Tax Girl!!

This is a poem written by me on a great friend of mine named Purvi Pandya, but for me she will always be Choco-Chips!(their is a story behind this name)


She Sweetest thing you could find on this Planet
An angel in a human body...
Smile that could light up the entire Universe...
She will always bless you, will never curse!
Please find someone like.. I bet theirs no body in your sight!

Has a cute little nosy...
Always happy and rosy!...
Has tremendous warmth..
Makes you feel comfy and cozy!...

Difficult to keep her quite...
If you try to stop her she will create a big Riot!
Is like a Gene in a bottle!
A jack in the box.
She is a total Chatterbox...

If you think she is kid..
As I thought you just did.
You made a big Mistake Mr..
Yes indeed! She is smart and fine...
As precious as an Old French Wine….

She is fighter.
A winner..
Stay back you sinner!
If you mess up, she will have you for Dinner!

I call her the “Tax girl”…
If you mess up with your tax!…. Just relax…
Can come to her
And she will save your Ass..
Probably will help you to generate some cash….

No I’ mean jokes apart…
She is a real sweet heart!