My honesty cost me my love ...

I lost him...
Because I was way too honest with him ....
I lost him to ...
My outright bluntness...
I lost him to my conscience ...
I lost him to my fidelity.

I lost him to my forthright bluntness...
I lost him to my Honesty.

My honesty cost me my love.

I wait upon him ...
For it to dawn upon him ...
Had I wanted , I could have gone on with lies ...
As he does ...
But, No! I couldn't...
I woudn't lie to get his love in my kitty.

My love is an obsession ...
For him, I would do anything ...
Anything to keep him happy ...
If it pleases him...
That I stay away ...
I keep away ...
It hurts me to see him with others ...
But, yet deep within ...
A nagging feeling says ...
 he too wants me ...
Yet, his abominable male ego ...
Stops him from committing.

Yes, I hurt him ...
He hurt me too .,..
 He hurts me each day ...
 I take it with a pinch of salt ...
I drug myself to unconsciousness ..
I drink my blues away ...
I try to forget him ...
A next to impossible task.

My honesty cost me my love.

HE speaks from his heart ...

Yes, that one friend ...
The pillar and my strength ...
Soft heart ...
A big flirt ...
But an  honest man ...
Lovable, likable ...
Honourable ...
A husband to be jealous of ...
Yes, My Friend speaks from his Heart.

People miscontrue his intentions ...
His heart is clean ...
He is clean ...
A clear conscience ...
No guilt if you are right ...
That's the man I speak of ...
My friend ...
He speaks from his Heart.

See your Watch and Tell the truth ...

See your watch and tell the truth ...
Before the Strongman blows the Horn.

That is what ought to happen ...
Whether it be love or ...
Whether it be truth to be told ...
Why carry a grouse ...
Why hold grudges ...
Why dig graves ...
Why spin webs ...
Just let go or accept.

It is easy to point a finger at another and cry Wolf ...
Look within, what hides behind your grin.

Look at your Swiss watch ...
See the needles moving ...
Whirring away while in time ...
Reminding you of your deeds and misdeeds.

You put the blame on a soul...
That trusted you with truth ...
One who opened up to you ...
In return you blithe her name ...
You antagonise her with hooligans ....
Telling them your secrets ...
Being the sad one here ...
Agonising over what can be ...
You have dug your own grave ...
See your Watch and tell the truth ...
Before the Strongman blows the horn. 

Cutie Beauty ...

Remembering this term of Endearment ....
Cutie Beauty ...
He would refer to me as ...
For all his love was supposedly bestowed upon me.
Little did I know...
That I was just another fish in the pond of the con man ....
A con man from France called ...
ChandraShekhar Pati Tripathi ...
Telling women...
You are the only one who knows my reality ...
And, telling in messages and mails ...
Making each one feel special ...
Conned as Cutie Beauties.

He poses as a pious man ...
A man of integrity ...
Putting to shame the family name ...
That he proudly wears as a crown.

Ah! The con man ...
The beauty of his expertise ...
Words that pacify ...
Words that seduce ...
He uses them all ...
And, ensnares the girls.

When his game was exposed ...
All he did was whine and cry ...
A sordid tale of his contempt ...
For the one who trusted him so much.

Cutie Beauty can wield a Sword ...
A pen that exposes him...
In her heart she still holds though ...
Feelings soft for him.

छोटू गणेश

इसी नाम से पुकारा करते थे वो हमें ...
छोटू गणेश ...

लड्डू का भोग लगते...
प्यार की मीठी बातें करते....
हम उन बातों में खो जाते ...
छोटू गणेश का प्यार ...
सोनू त्रिपाठी ...

देवरिया का इतिहास....
सोनपुर में पैदाइश ...
अल्लाहाबाद में शिक्षा ..
लखनऊ के नवाब ...
अब फ्रांस की शान ...
छोटू गणेश का प्यार ...
चंद्रशेखर पति त्रिपाठी....
एक अदद नाटककार....
वैज्ञानिक कलाकार

An Indian Spy in France?

Such low profile...
Worried about his identity ..
Knowledge of all the protocols...
Could he be ...
Could he possibly be a Spy?
Operating mostly in twilight hours...
Night time...
His favourite playground....
Social sites...
Scrolling up and down others pages ...
Googling ...
Swooning over girls ...
Jerking it off while chatting to them ...
All his frustrations met with ...
Annihilated dreams ..
Could he  be ...
Could he possibly be an Indian spy in France?

Through the shifting sands of time ...
I have sifted your profile ...
No history to back up your claims ...
No geography that holds you back ...
Like another spy on the prowl ...
Today you prowl the Lawns of Lyon ...
What is it that the labs hold there?
Or is it, like all else ...
You a re a spy for some ulterior purpose?

You become exasperated upon queries ...
Th word Lyon sends shivers up your spine ...
You are hiding something ...
In that Hiding lies the answer.

You are an Indian Spy in France ...
The motive known to you.

The Marigold doesn't bloom here anymore ...

Bright yellow, sometimes orange ...
Blooms large and small...
A poignant smug parfum' ...
The Marigold doesn't bloom here anymore .

The one that is used to worship ..
To adorn your doors and floors ...
That , that Marigold ...
Doesn't bloom here anymore.

There was a time ..
When aplenty grew the flower in the valley ...
Now, all you see is weeds ...
For the heart of Earth is no more.

Man, with his unkind greed ...
Has raped the Earth of its bounties ...
Leaving barren wombs of fields ...
Where nothing grows no more.

The Marigold, it doesn't bloom here anymore.

You Read Me ...

Sixty two page views ...
Why?
What makes you come back here and read me ?
What will you gain by reading me?
Each time , you shall find ...
Only your name imprinted in each word that I shed ...
Each word that I bleed ...
My heart knows no one else but you ...
Your thoughts an obsession ....
Without you the World makes no sense.

You Read Me ...
Yet you run away from me ...
What is it that you seek ?
A sadistic pleasure in my trauma?
The exhilaration that someone really dotes over you ...
The euphoric feeling of manhood ...
What a shame it is ...
That you distance yourself from true love ...
To seek Artificial smiles ...
To gain false love from fake people.

You Read me for what purpose?
To run away from the emptiness of your World?
The words of a genius ...
Entrapped within a coarse set of people ...
Why do you subject yourself to gullibility ...
When you are set for a higher goal?

The purpose of your life sorted out ...
No. never with the kind you associate with ...
That is not you ...
You are above them all ...
You read me ...
To find yourself...
You read me ...
Seeking that seeker within.