Calvin, Hobbes and Octopus Paul

A white saari and pink socks
Ramblings of geopolitics and investment in stocks

Sweet nothings and promises galore
Endless talks in the days of yore

The Last Lecture and August Rush
A Skype kiss and the heartbeats rush

Guten Morgen and Guten Nacht
Her wake up alarm in the morning at acht

Quilled art and handmade cards
Together they cover all hard yards

Picture videos and recordings on the guitar
Gifts of silver and their first drive in a car

Calvin, Hobbes and Octopus Paul
Dravid, Orkut and a missed call

A kiss good night and he sinks into the pillow
He dares to dream, happy as the stars above glow

A silent reverie and memories chime
Clutching at the past, lost in the sands of time.

blooming days

Look at how the rain droplets trickle

washing away all sorrows

n bringing in a tide of joy

for the day hath come

when the angel sends blessings

we are all lucky to experience it

for how could god have considered us worthy

of a person so delicate

that a feather would whither away in shame

yet so strong that nothing can deter her

so soft and warm

that when she looks at you

it feels like first rays of the sun caressing you gently

so sweet and caring

that you'd see a mother already inside her

so pretty

that all you want to do is look at her all day

so beautiful

like the blooming flowers of an early spring morning

and a voice so melifluous

that nightingale would want to fly away into nothingness

Look at how the rain drops glisten in the morning

for the sun is shining.. and shining out the clearer

for she has woken up

and so have the flowers and the birds

so has woken up the world!

Clutching at straws

Fiddling with my imagination,
in this eerie silence,
my mind's swept away by memories,
memories that are the elixir of happiness,
and yet make me fearful,
for they are reminiscent of the fact,
that time draws its sword,
& cuts across everything that we wish to last a bit longer,
everything that we adore,
& we are left clutching at nothing,
nothing but memories,
memories of the times that we spent together,
memories that extract priceless pearls,
memories that awaken even an emotionless zombie!!

The Confession

They used to say there's no escape from it,
i waited to get trapped,
they used to say its omnipresent,
i waited to feel it,
they used to say its a rose whose fragrance never dies,
i waited to get a whiff of it,
they used to say a person without it is like a painting without colors,
i waited to get colored,
they used to say its a feeling beyond words,
i waited to be at a loss of words,
they used to say its the most difficult thing to confess,
and now that I've found it, indeed, thats what the GRAVITY OF LOVE is!!

The beacon of poison

As the wheels of time roll on by,
i can't refrain from wondering why,
why humans chase,
a box of dreams which from the outside gleams,
but from the inside exhales,
a fire of hate,
an elixir of greed,
but the torch of hope,
a ray of light,
is the only way to help us fight,
the never ending battle,
for justice and rights!!

Sometimes - dregs of a coffee mug

Sometimes i wish people realized that hatred can be burnt down by the warmth of the fire of love
**sometimes i wish people realized that life is like sipping through a sugarless coffee and finding that the sugar was just at the bottom and we just have to stir it to find sweetness**
sometimes i wish i'd put a little more effort in finding the silver lining that exists behind every dark cloud
sometimes i wish some of my wishes could come true....

** Not my thought, taken from a forwarded message

Sometimes - the eclectic assortment

**Sometimes i wish time would not fly away from us like sand slips from our hands if we try too hold it too tightly**
sometimes i wish i could be the part of a journey that has no destination
sometimes i wish smiles could pass from person to person like useless rumors do
sometimes i wish i could bring joys in people's lives like a new born does to his/her mother
sometimes i wish some of my wishes could come true....

** Inspired from Dil Chahta hai**