Confessions of a Self Proclaimed Counselor

 The whole world comes to me,

People value my piece of advice,

They all know I am smart and wise,

Helping people is my hobby done it for years now,

Who knew I have to pay a price,

I am fairy godmother showering love & joy,

Sometimes I feel like destiny’s toy,

Helping people, getting them out of rut,

Quarrels, conflicts & breakups,

At the end of the day I am fed-up,

Days, months, and years pass,

Problems, professional, personal all kinds,

Soon I start to miss myself,

Living for others at my expense,

I start seeing problems, and not solutions,

Advising becomes an addiction,

For me everybody is my subject,

And I have a pressing need to help,

All my lustrous black have turned into grey,

My Mr. Right has also walked away,

Had enough of playing mommy,

Now decided to reclaim my life,

Over doing anything is never good!...

This is a hard lesson I have understood…

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 Day We Broke Up

I remember vividly,

It was the day we broke up,

We were sitting near the lake side,

Oh the mood seemed so romantic,

But that day your eyes were heavy with pain,

It was never same again,

Getting lost in those eyes,

Made my world go upside down,

The Prince lost his crown,

Is there anybody alive to hear my pain in this town?

Why one needs words,

Are looks not good enough?

You never looked at me,

In me,

Within me,

Rather you looked through me,

Beyond me,

Now that Alice is gone,

I am never goanna sing again,

Never pluck those strings,

As Life went out of shaft!

I thank the heavens,

I am recuperated,

Reborn,

And search for the One is On!

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.

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

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!