Roses are red my love....

Roses are red my love...
Violets are blue...
I love you ....
And you know that it's true.

The words fail me and you...
But, deep down somewhere...
We both are aware ....
There is more to this relation...
Than just a mere share and care.

There are days when I pine...
Whine and shine for you...
Yet, deep down somewhere...
We both are aware....
There is more to this greed
Than just the need.

Roses are indeed red...
So is my passion...
Deep red and not a faded shade...
The colour crimson.....
My colour of radiance.

You bring forth the best in me...
You dig deeper for a meaning.....
You are my punching bag...
You are my source of inspiration.

The roses shall wilt and discolour....
The love will never....
Even if something goes awry...
The colour will never vary.

Roses are red my love...
Violets are blue...
Sugar is sweet my love....
And, so are you.

Black is the mood.....

Black is the colour of the day...
Black is the mood today....
Black is what I see all around....
Black is what describes me best.

Black is the dress code when I mask my feelings...
Black is the sky when am down and out...
Black brings forth the best in me....
When I face a crowd....
Black is my sophisticated look...
For an impact of a lifetime.

Black my colour of choice ....
When I wanna feel power...
Black , the colour ....
When I want to impress...
Black to showcase my mood....
Black to entice you...
Black to ensnare you.

First words to start this years blogging....

The year has already begun five days ago and am yet to realize the impact of another year gone by. What a life! A life well lived and enjoyed to the hilt.


Now onto a new path, an unknown rugged terrain to trudge on and make a concrete road on for others to follow.A challenge worth taking. Am loving every moment of uncertainty and adventure... an unknown shadow lurking behind walls and buildings.... teasing me.... asking me to come play hide and seek with it. Am game.


Remembering people left behind in the journey so far. A time to reflect upon past mistakes and learning from them important lessons on not making them or just learning from the experiences and especially vowing never to hurt a soul. It hurts to see a bleeding soul all by himself yearning for some love... a love lost in the deep recesses of time.


Time doesn't heal.... the scars remain and remind... somewhere down the lane, a lonesome soul waiting for you to come back....


The flight of the Phoenix has taken her a long way away from home and hearth.... there's no turning back... the Sun is the destination.... the final resting place.... burn the feathers and deposit into ashes.... from ashes to ashes.... the Phoenix shall rise again from the ashes and soar higher and higher...


A time busy reflecting on what I lost along the way and the gains that overwhelm me beyond imagination.... A love lost, another gained... someone left behind and someone to follow and worship...with all my heart, sense and sensibilities...

Indian version... Zihaal e miskin.... filmy ishtyle...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UC7QWELzCY

Zihaal -e- miskin....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75Pdr9-Pj6A

Love in Mumbai.....

Love in Mumbai is hard to come by...
When it does come....
It's fast and furious....
Just like the life here....
The traffic slow and sluggish....
The love fast and momentary.
A flash of lightening....
A torrential rain....
 A big fat salary....
Gone in sixty seconds.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by....
Just like the water here....
In short supply....
Yet a burst pipeline here and there.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by...
Just like my feelings....
Hard to understand....
Difficult to get through.
Just like my thoughts....
Impenetrable....
A tableau on display....
A mask put on....
But, an open book....
For the one who really cares.
Shake her from her reverie....
Wake her up....
Say the birds....
Oops! The crows....
The city that never sleeps...
Beckon the streets and expressway....
Wake up Girl!
 Time to move that heavy bottom...
Move that arse....
Says the alarm clock....
Move it says the resolve....
Love in Mumbai takes a backseat...
In the AC bus......
Hanging at times from the pole...
Wondering if a change in profession is due....
Become a pole dancer or trapeze artist...
Life in Mumbai...
Makes you think so.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by....
Am so in love with the tough nut to crack...
Nuts he is .... Nuttier am I.
My jaan, my love...
Is an enigma...
My power source and my stigma.
Yet, I love him true....
He makes me smile even in troubled times....
He is my love and I love him true.

I need you most today....

I need you most today....
When I am hurting...
When I am crying silently....
All alone, lest someone sees the tears....
I need you most today...
To wipe those tears.....
To make me smile again....
Yes, the wolves out there ....
Have marauded me....
Scarred me for life...
In this hurt, pain and grief....
In this moment of solitude...
I need you....
I need you beside me.
When you turned your face away...
I went into a rage...
I wreaked havoc on my self....
With a vengeance to spite you....
Yes, I did so to spite you....
I demonized my self.....
Immolated myself in this raging fire....
This angst scarred me....
Here I am nursing my wounds.....
Yet, so incomplete....
So broken....
wings clipped....
Soul shorn of all vitality...
All  gone, nothing left....
Alone, lonely and in despair.........
All doors closed and ....
Not a soul to call my own....
Not even the ones that I delivered.
You are too far away....
Too distant....
Just too far away...
So aloof.....
No feelings.....
What's the use of feelings in words....
When in reality you have sworn yourself away from me.
I need you most today...
But, you are not there as always.....
Distant, cold and aloof.....
You watch me burn...
What sadistic pleasure does this give you?
And, yet you remain sleepless worrying about me....
Why?

Winds of Change.....

Winds of change are blowing again...
The chimes in my home tell me so....
The sweet melody....
Warning me of times to come....
Warning? Yes! Times of change....
Times of upheaval...
Time to move on ...
Once again.

Winds of change are blowing again....
The traveler within is restless..
Raring to go places.....
In the need to explore.....
The ringing of bells.....
A sign to foretell....
Time to move on...
Once again.

Winds of change are blowing again....
The feet are itching ...
To take a bold step....
A step ahead or back in time...
No one knows....
What's in store....
All I know...
I am ready to go.
Time to move on....
Let go....
Once again.

Winds are a changing...
A new course to take...
A new route to follow...
A new path to pave.
Dreams galore in the eyes....
A struggle to juggle the thoughts....
To take the path unknown...
Or remain where I am.
What would make me happy?
What would quench my thirst?
The path untrodden...
The green grass fresh....
A mark to make...
An indelible ink....
Seal my fate.....
Or sink with the ship.

The Captain knows not what to do....
A dilemma that can cost lives....
Check my sails and set sail....
Yup! That's what The Captain ought to do.
For, I may not know what lies beyond..
Till I leave the shore...
The sanctity of my island...
The safe haven of my dreams...
It's broken.....
Encroached upon...
The pirates have looted my treasure....
Time to move on....
Time to set sail again.

I adjust my sails...
Take the direction of the wind...
Winds of change....
Handle my destiny.....
Handle the course I take.
I haul my anchor up again....
Take the oars in hand...
Time to start rowing....
Into the deep blue ocean...
The depths unknown.

Winds of change....
Show me the direction...
Show me the way.....
Let me sail away once again...
It's time to move on...
Let go.....
Once again.