Mountains to conquer...

He has many more battles to win...

More mountains to climb...  

 Host of challenges to face...

Before he can win back his lady love.

He is coming to terms with reality...
She awaits his return ... 

For sacrifices of decades ...
Cannot be forgotten ...
The pain writ large on their faces...
They face their harsh realities each day.

Their love survived the tsunami of battered emotions...
The hurricanes that ripped them apart ...
The tornados reeling them...
Thrashing them around typhoons....
Name a disaster thry haven't faced...
They braved through it all.

The distractions threatening them all along...
Yet somehow...
A thread kept them together...
The bond of love...
An epic love story...
Yes, they all talk of it...
It survived.

He still needs to conquer a lot of mountains...
She is sure, he willl.

The Ultimate Warrior ...

A battle rages within him ...
Day in and day out ...
He is the ultimate warrior...
His indomitable spirit ...
Notwithstanding his pain ...
His ache only she understood ...
The dilemma he faced ...
His pain became hers ...
She ached for his return ...
Return he did ...
Yet, again to leave ...
For he has many more battles to win...
The ultimate warrior ..
For his lady dearest ...
Works day and night ...
So he can take her home ....
A home where she belongs ...
Their World ...
A paradise ...
The envy of all.

The Ghost returns ...

Her life her times ...
A very important figure...
In her life ...
Changing the entire  course of her life...
And its destiny.

The Aviator ...
An indispensable entity...
The passion...
The sole desire...
The knight in shining armour...
Reminiscent of him...
She remembers him.  something else in store...

All was lost...
When he was lost...
The anger never subsided...
Raging within her like a wildfire...
Consuming her entire World...
She was never the same again.
Burnt with desires ...
Quelled with water of pain...
She lived ...
Only to tell her story...
To relive it each day...
Gnawing her from within...h
The desires raged...
In the wake of which...
All was lost.

She lost him...
She lost herself...
She was never the same again.  returned ...

Only to  find her skeletal remains...
The woman he loved was gone...
She was a ghost of herself.

He seeks her to no avail ...
He hasn't lost hope ...
But, he has lost her.

Relatively Selfish ...

Relatives ...

You can't choose them ...

They come packaged in your blood wrapped in your skin and you can do notjing to shrug them off.
What ever you do , in the end it is you who gets hurt, you who gets sucked by the selfishness of relatives.
Had my fill of relatives. Don't want them no more in my life di tzting terms to me. I might as well be the loner I am than do niceties to selfish rogues.

Relatively selfish people... they come in all shapes and sizes. Why bother doing anything for thankless people. Might as well pack my bags and move on.

Time to make a fresh start. Time to move on. Time to just let go. Emotions need to be kept in check and just harden my stance and go away.

She was right when she said , yes Sharada ... whatever you do is less in the end they are thankless.

She was right when she said , yes Nan ... Don't blow away your career for her, she will ditch you. Don't make such a  big sacrifice. She was right.

Damn relatively selfish relatives.

His little ones...

Their love ...
So innocent so pure...
Their needs so small ...
His little ones ...
When they rush towards her...
When they want none but her...
She lives a lifetime...
Her entire life has a meaning tgen ...
Ìt is worth living another day ...
Waiting for them ...
Their tiny fingers seeking hers...
Encircling her fingers...
Tugging at her dress...
Pulling her towards them ...
That is pure love.
Asking her for forbidden goodies...
Which they know ...
Only she can give them ..
Her time...
Her love ...
Her compassion...
She loves them as her own ...
Feeling him through them ...
The love that was hers...
He couldn't give...
But he gifted her the most precious...
His own to play with...
To nurture...
Yes , his little ones...
Hers for two hours a day ...
Those two hours ...
She comes alive....
Lives a lifetime...
In his memories...
Feeling blessed...
The lord gave her Agni back ...
As his little ones.

Missed chance ...

Their love ...
Is what myths and stories are all about ...
Magic at its best ...
Gods benevolence ...
Of meeting and separation ...
Meeting again only to separate again...
That is the magic of love ...
Living through the trauma ...
Yet steadfast ...
For the better of all.

She has no regrets ...
She sent him package ...
But, she still loves him ...
Shd pines for his love ...
Yet , won't condescend for their selfishness...
That is the purity of love ...
To give up ...
And burn self ...
So others can live happily.

She walks barefeet ...
On smouldering coal ...
Burning her feet is her way of life ...
Tears not withstanding ...
She has a smile pasted on her lips ...
He would be unhappy to see her sad ...
So she smiles ...
Laughs with gay abandon...
And moves on ...
Their story is what ...
Fables are made of...
Their love story...
A parable unmatched.

A missed chance ...
Changed their entire destiny...
They separated to meet ...
And miss the chance again.

His Essence ...

He left her bitter and hurting ...
But, what he left behind ...
Made her live life again.
She spends her days loving his essence...
His little ones ...
In her arms they are happy ...
Loving them , she is happy.
Each day ...
When they want none but her ...
They rush to her for their needs ...
She feels whole once again.
Their tiny hands tugging at her dress...
Small eyes looking up to her ...
Scrambling onto her lap ...
A prized seat to tussle for ...
Yes, his essence is there ...
To keep her company ...
To make her day...
To remind her ...
He was there once ...
Her long wait of decades...
Fruituous to the core ...
This is what God had in mind ...
When he sent him to her door.

In nis little ones ...
She has found her World ...
Her happiness once again...
His essence ...
Swooning in her delight ...
She looks forth to the  sweet sound ...
Of the tiny feet ....
Making their way into her heart...
And into her life each day.
There is a waft of wind ...
That warns her ...
They are coming ...
And she rushes out to greet His Essence.

Toota aaina ...

Woh toot gayi to kya gham hai ...
Woh chhoot gaya toh gaya gham hai ...
Armanon ka gala ghuta ...
Ya tasveeron ki bali chadi ...
Jo hua woh ek nashtar sa ...
Chhubhta teekha keel bana...
Armanon ka gehra jheel bana ...
Sapnon ka saaya utar gaya ...
Jo theek laga tuney woh kiya ...
Reh gaya kya baaki ...
Hamare unn jazbaaton ka?

Toota aaina dekh dekh ...
Tukdon banti zindagi dekh ..
Woh toot gayi ...
Woh bikhar gayi ...
Tu toh apni raah chala.

Kahin mujh mein kahin, ab bhi baaki hai Zindagi ...

Ek ansh he tootey kaanchon ka...
Ek beej hai bikhre khayalon ka ...
Woh koi cheez nahi ...
Woh toh hai tukda mere armanon ka.

Tu jo gaya ...
Toh sab nahi gaya ...
Tera kuchh ab bhi baaki hai mujh mein ...
Tere mere milan ka woh saboot ...
Tere mere sapnon ka taboot...
Ek buut bana ke chhor gaya ...
Kafan hi baaki raha sapnon ka ...
Asha abhilasha ke beech ...
Ab sab bikhar gaya ...
Sab toot gaya.

Kahin mujh mein ab bhi baaki hai ...
Woh ansh hamare milan ka ...
Woh ansh hamare armanon ka.

She never loved anyone ever...

She met him  after nearly three decades ...
All this while ...
With a lamp burning within ...
That her first love be her last ...
She wished for him each day ...
After meeting him ...
She knew her prayers had been answered ...
But, with a twist ....
She had to turn him away ...
Teary eyed She walked away ...
She knew he would follow...
So , she did what she does best ...
She mad him hate her ...
She made him feel unloved...
She never loved anyone but him ...
But, her love was what she had to sacrifice...
Embracing her forever alone fate ....
She walked away.

The lamp of love she had so carefully preserved ...
She placed her palm over the flame ...
Burnt her hand in the process ...
A sweet pan to remember ...
The scar running deep.

The darkness enveloping her ...
She walked away ...
Forever keeping her love for him in the confines of her bleeding heart.

Accursed ...

She burns ....
She wants to burn  his World too...
Ruin his happiness...
Wipe that smug grin off his face ...
He deserves no happiness ...
All he should ever get is pain...
An ache that will burn him ...
He will neither live nor die ...
His life an accursed one ...
He lives a cursed life ...
Creepy crawlies all over him ...
He shall have no peace ...
Every moment a living hell for him....
The evil he has done ...
Shall snatch his sleep ...
Cursed he shall have no respite ...
He burns here on Earth ...
His breed so lowly ...
One shows only contempt ...
For the Rascal.
Accursed he shall ...
Die in the gutters ...
A violent death ...
A death so painful...
Even death would shiver.

The Rascal... Ranaji

The conman every one ought to be wary of ...
Ranaji ..
The rascal feeds on emotions ...
Full of false pride ...
This devil's advocate ...
Is nothing but an absolute zero ...
Nothing but a meaningless nothing.

Breeding on his libido...
Impersonating Goodness...
Advocating fidelity ...
But, an infidel bastard...
Uses and abuses his power ...
The right to exercise ingenuity lost ...
He wanders the lanes seeking ...
Solace in arms ...
Of other women than his own.

She lives in a blessed World ..
Thinking all is hunky dory..
Whereas all ain't well in her paradise ...
What if she came across his reality?
Will she be shattered ?
Or ...
Is she happy in being a whore to good life ...
A king size bed and four domestics...
At her beck and call...
Wondering .... what if?

The Rascal basking in the satisfaction of his libido ...
Curse be upon him.

Shroud of Mystery

You are my silence...
You are ...
My shroud of mystery ...
My blood stained past...
My indignation ...
My downfall.

So much deep within ..
It pains to keep it all in...
Such vagrancy...
A zealot to the core ...
You walked away ...
Leaving a bleeding heart behind.

You are my secret ...
The Shroud of mystery...
A simmering volcano within ...
My words ...
Ashes spewed ...
A fuming lava within...
Waiting to be unleashed...
You are my Shroud of mystery ...
Waiting to be unravelled.

Sand in an ocean ...

Always slipping away ...
Life is like sand ...
In an Ocean...
Always slipping away.

Under the feet...
With the salty water...
Life just slips away ...
Slides away...
Losing balance ...
Staggering to get a foothold ...
Life is like this...
Sometimes stable..
Sometimes...
Just slipping away ...
Like sand in an ocean.

Etched in memory ...

He said he didn't love her anymore ...
Etched in memory ...
Are these words ...
Resounding ever so loud...
With each passing moment...
Those words ...
Echoing in her ears ...
A vertigo developing ...
A vortex she is being sucked in.

What about the baby?
The one that grows within her ...
His image within her womb ...
Theirs it was meant to be ...
Now ... only hers to fend for...
She was happy he was there ...
Now no more...
Just jer and his in her lonely world...
In her aloneness she has found his world...
Entwined in jers ...
Like their fingers when making love ...
Like their slithering torsos...
Sliding along each other.

Etched in memory ...
These images ...
She walks head held high ...
Tears kept at bay ...
Suppressing the salt water ...
Lest the dam bursts ...
She quickens her steps...
Lost in a world ...
Where he can hurt her no more.

Why do you read me?

Move on Buddy ...
Don't waste time reading me...
There are better things to do ...
Than read an old flame ...
Why do you read me?
Stop this bad habit ...
It will make you all the more morose ...
And leave me catching my breath...
We need to go our ways ..
Find our calling ...
You lost your chance ...
When you turned your back ...
Like a coward ...
You whimpered and whined.

Losing hope in your abilities ...
As a man ...
To be a Man ...
You need to be strong ...
To stand your ground ...
To be with the chosen one ...
You lost your high ground ...
You showed your back ..
Cowards don't deserve anything ...
Stop reading me ...
I know you are.

The mood is set ...

Chirpy days, gloomy days ...

Days of fun filled happiness ...

Ones of morose thoughts ...

Days of glee and gay abandon ...

Days of drives to his workplace ...

Days of long drives out of town ...

Nights of  sheer pleasure and fun ...

Lying awake in his arms.

Days of coffees and hot chocolate ...

Muffins and croissants ...

Days making love on his table top ...

Days of stolen kisses ...

Soft whispers of I Love You ...

Murmurs of heartbeat too ...

The nights stolen and lived ...

The entwining of bodies ...

Passion running high ...

Oblivious of all else ...

Moans of pleasure ...

Groans of orgasm ...

Yes.... The one who gave it all ...

He returns in thoughts again.

The mood is set ...

Yet for another round of sex, sleaze and apathy ...

Yet another heartbreak ...

But, Lovers do not care.

You are the Music ...

You are the Music I want to hear ...
You are the sound of pearly drops...
You are the passion I have loved ...
You are the trench coat I want.

In your voice lies ...
The path to my salvation ...
The peace of my mind ...
When you sing songs ...
I know they are meant for me.

Your words reverberate ...
In the core of my bleeding heart ...
The very essence of my being ...
Shattered by your betrayal.

You are the drums of heaven ...
Beating upon my soul ...
You are my sonnet ...
Of a dark rainy day.

Entrapped in your melodious voice...
My emotions wreak havoc on my mind....
The feelings flare up ...
Raging within a hurt heart.

You are the music that made my days ...
You are the sound of my heart ...
You were very close ...
Now a memory of the distant past.

जुस्तजू ... कुछ भी तो नहीं

आरज़ू हो या जुस्तजू सब एक दिन चक्नाचूर हो ही जातें हैं
कुछ नहीं बचता उस नापाक दिल का
जो मोहब्बत करने चला होता है
नादान दिल झान्सों में आ जाता है
बहक जाता है झूठ और फरेब के जाल में
फिर कुछ नहीं बचता उस पागल प्रेमी का
न वजूद न दिमाग
कुछ रह जाता है तो वो एक जिंदा लाश
और कुछ नहीं
काश की ये  न होती
ये नापाक मोहब्बत
ये जुस्तजू
कुछ न होता
फिर तो कुछ भी न होता
वैसे भी क्या पुछें एक जिंदा लाश से
कुछ भी नहीं
उसके अरमानों का गला तो घूट चूका
बचा क्या है उसके पास
कुछ भी तो नहीं
कुछ भी नहीं

Vagina Monologue ... Rant of the Rump

In a mood for some comedy ...
Let us make tuneless music ...
Music on what? He said ...
She said ...
Why not a monologue on something?
What, he said ...
Hmmm... lemme think she said....
And, they brainstormed ...
They decided on ...
A monologue ...
Of the most misused ...
Object of desire ....
And, here it goes ...

Poor me ...
Sucked and fucked or life ...
To give life ...
To the suckers milk ...
If not for cuss words ...
I am lost in the bushes ...
If not for the constant fingering ...
Am  left untouched ...
Ah! The orgasm ...
None can give ...
Am a loner till a boner ...
Tags along with ...
A potbellied sinner ...
Making me poor Les' Miserable'...
Yikes! My plight ...
Poor me ...
Sticking it out ...
With a sticky stiff stick ...
Going limp before ...
I can even say the letter "O'.

Losing juices over a limp wimp ...
I crib and nag ....
I the vagina ...
Constantly in a monologue ...
A dialogue is a far cry...
Suppressed by a dildo ...
A pimp of desire ...
A limp figure ...
Panting beside her.

Attuning her tuning fork ...
The vagina gears up ...
For yet another dry spell ...
For her whims and fancies differ ...
From the wimps and pansies of th World.

The Sinner ...

To become the best ...
You have to be the best ...
You can't sin and say ...
I am pure ...
I haven't sinned to be where I have reached ...
How many have you stepped over ...
In your endeavour to reach tlhe top ...
How many hearts have you crushed ....
To be who you are today?
Why live in the fantasy that you are the best...
When you are the worst human ...
On the face of Earth...
A sinner to the core ...
You have sinned ...
You have conned ...
Not only others but ...
Also your own family...
Why such double standards?
Blaming your career failure ...
To baby sitting ...
Huh! Heights of laziness ...
In order to become a father ...
You couldn't become one ...
Not at all ...
One who cheats on his family ....
For his ulterior motives ...
Cheats others ...
Plays with emotions ...
He deserves none ...
There is nomplace on Earth or ...
Heaven , for him ...
He deserves no mercy....
A conman to the core ...
He dies a slow ...
Tormented death each moment ...
That is his destiny ...
To be hated by the ones who loved him.
You don't love and unlove anyone ...
Either there was love ...
Or no love at all ...
You don't smell a flower...
Pluck its petals ...
And walk away saying ...
You don't love it anymore ....
Coz' you have plucked it to its death.
Shame on you ....
You are a shammer ...
Sad that one has to live with these ...
Terrible memories of you ...
Live knowing you are smiling smugly somewhere ...
Patting yourself on the back ...
For one more achievement ...
One more in your kitty of affairs.

Once a sinner ...
Always a sinner.

Deep brooding eyes...

He has the most intense ...
Beautiful, deep brooding eyes ...
When he looks at her ...
She loses herself in their depth ...
She is lost forever ...
His love so intense ...
So deep ...
She couldn't surface once immersed...
In his love ...
She found her solace ...
Her need to belong ...
She belonged to him ...
The one who searched for her ...
Those many years ...
Relentlessly,  unstopping ...
He looked for her ....
High and low ...
Every nook and corner  of the World ....
Ultimately seeking her out ...
There she was ...
In all her unabashed nakedness ...
In front of him ...
They melted in each others arms ...
Never to emerge from ...
The embrace so tight ...
Breath infused  in each others ...
They love each other as one ...
Entwined in a deep embrace ...
She already drowned in his eyes ...
Melting into him...
Being one with him...
Her love  , hers...
She fears none ...
For she is his shadow ...
He is her soul.

Castles built with sand...

Castles built with sand ...
Wash away ...
Castles built in air ...
Vaporise ...
All that remain are ...
Memories made together...
Moments spent ...
Finding happiness ...
Nothing remains permanent...
All is lost ...
When the day of reckoning arrived ...
The Knight galloped away ...
Into the Sunset ...
Not to be seen again ...
The Kingdom collapsed ...
The Queen withered away ...
In dungeons she imprisoned herself ...
Chained to her memories.

Her castle remains in ruins ...
People ask why ...
No one answers , why.
They say she walks the ramparts...
The chains of her memories clinking ...
The clangs a hollow wail ...
On moonlit nights ...
You can still see her flitting across the skies...
In the darkness ...
You can hear her cries ...
Her castle in cinders ...
Smouldering , burning within ...
She seeths in her anger.

Castles they built with sand ...
Washed away before time ...
Castle built in air ...
Came crumbling down.

Ranaji ... The best Salesman ...

Be it the  corporate world...
Or be it personal life ...
The best Salesman is the one ...
Who can sell himself and his lies...
RANAJI ...
He is what the best mould is made of...
A blend of sauve sophistication...
False values ...
A go getter...
Ranaji has been there done that ...
Whether it is using relations...
Or be it emotions ...
He has sold his soul to the devil.
The devil reincarnate ...
God only knows ...
How many women has he used ...
To make his end's meet.
Sick, that his kids also became his pawns.
Shameful , that he emotionally ensnared a woman ...
Used her , abused her sensibilities...
And left her high and dry...
Sad, butnhe knows not ...
There is something known as ...
Divine justice ...
That one hand of God ...
Ensures that we all pay for our sins here ...
Ranaji ...
It is time to pay for your sins ...
Time for you to suffer ...
Time to wake up from your slumber...
Your kingsize bed ...
And utterly lazy wife ...
Can wait ...
For hell hath no fury ...
Like a woman scorned.

Your goods are outdated Ranaji ...
Your tactics redundant ...
Your charm has fizzled out ...
All that is left is ...
The remains of what once was...
Ranaji , you are history ...
Sales will never remember you ...
Nor the ones for whom you stooped so low.

The best ever ...
Never.