The Wait

Woman

 This is for the woman I know I love I praise

I know you are the life, reality, and grace

When on a day I lose, I want to be with you

Not knowing I want to cry, but can’t tell it to you

And when you come to me, O baby with your smile,

The pain goes away, away from me for a whole while.

O Yeh! This is for the woman I know I love I praise

I know you are the life, reality, and grace

Tell it to me the way I want, the ways for me that you want

Leaving away the things I like, I like to be with you all night

It’s the good that you see in me, that makes me good all to be

And when I feel good for my life, I know it was u all the time.

Uh Uhh! This is for the woman I know I love I praise

I know you are the life, reality, and grace

When I don’t have you my babe, my life is missing you in awe

When tomorrow you are back, I will wait for the stars to be black

Beneath the sky when I kiss your lips; I will say, you I did miss

When that touch will make me cry, I know my life would pry.

For this is for the woman I know I love I praise,

You are the life, reality, and grace.

                                                          - Deepu

Real

Oh this life boasts of unreal prejudices

Eluding in time human essences

Tramping on sentimental provocations

Living on counts of barter relations

Gestures of woven unthinking stigma

Relying on dark shady alarms of trauma

Probing the soul for justified illusions

Answers to life still enigmatic transgressions.

I was looking at the scar
Which your clinch left open ajar
Evoking the pain it inflicted
Though not as you expected

But there somewhere you touched me
Don’t know why as if you pinched me
This day you have the power of destiny
To kill me yet keep me alive insistently

I wish I could make you understand
How the pause has affected the sands
They don’t leave any prints any more
For they don’t want us walk along, like this no more

YOU?

Someone was at the door today, I thought it was you
For I don’t know why I was expecting you
This moment I heard a voice, I thought it was you
For I don’t know why, I wanted it to be you.

The phone did ring just now, to tell that its not you
As it used to be you, whenever I thought about you
The wind chime you gave, does not remember you
As it always used to, tell a lot about you.

Your heartbeat was there, always there to feel you
But it seems you are now, being far away from you
Your eyes, they never used to lie to you
For they are scared it seems, for it’s so unlike you.

You and you, for it was never a dream about you
Don’t know whether, I was ever real to you
May be its nothing I say, that has happened to you
It sure isn’t the way; it should have been;
between me and you.

Day, Someday

Ask your tears to stop crying, just for today
Dreams that come, will be swept away
The hearts you have won will be lost in a sigh
Don’t worry though you don’t have your time high.

Find all the strings of life, make it sweeter everyday
Heart and soul give them without any fray
For in their tents do we dwell when life has no zest
Life is a book, heading always the quest.

Things to live for will show up someday
Success will only kiss us after a hard long way
The moments of your life you forget not
And always know yourself and don’t ever boast.

We …

The creator wanted us to meet;
Meet, and be one in mind each.
Each of us conquering time and life,
Life, which we lived together in love.

Enjoyed we joy and happiness together,
Together, also we shared sorrows.
Sorrows made us learn the truths of life;
Life, making us stronger in love.

Pranks did we play on others,
Others did make us bigger fools.
Fools, lightly we took our life;
Life did not lose grounds in love.

One day we will be the best.
Best in a way, sky will be our dreams.
Dreams will come true, ours will be life;
Life will be always on the path of love.

Makes me … like this


Stealing your heart…makes me feel, like this!
Feeling your touch…makes me alive, like this!
The divine rhythm from you…makes me dance like this!
A look at your face…makes me glad, like this!
Life with you…makes me dream like this!
Your silent move…makes me yours like this!

This makes me think you,
This makes me feel you,
This makes me write you,
And this is why I love you.

When this can make me love you,
Why can’t love make you love me?

THE CLOSET STORY.......

It is as cleaning your own Closet with your own bare hands
Then sitting on it with your own bare high class,
Feeling; you are free, free from germs, free from stains,
It’s the same feeling, when she walked away in that rain.

Nothing was as clear, as it was clear on that night,
Sparing few cars, who stopped by, to see if I am alright,
The Scotch was running high and low in my blood;
I could see her sorry face, across the street where she stood.

The rain drops on the street, dropped into the puddle
Looked like a roaring sea, through which I could not paddle.
Hey! Good men, help me out a little, pick me up; make me stand,
Make me still; wave my hands; there she goes to the new island.

The story untold begins from here, what’s there after the end,
I dropped myself in her lap, the doors of which made me intend.
There in the warmth of the twist, I felt her face all to the bloom,
When the Scotch died down, I was still there, On the Closet of my room!!

Whats right is wrong today,
Whats wrong will be sin tomorrow,
Whats sin is a taboo now,
Whats taboo was the culture then,
Whats culture is exploited,
Every now and every then....

So are we...

-Neo

Avid Game

Dreamed of her subtly; all day long,
Touched her pensively in thoughts alone,
Wished the moment to freeze for more,
Impelling the heart, go frantic to the chore.

Not knowing where the urge will take me to,
Mused on timidly whether she knew.
Though her smile; painted her mind the same,
I was scared to move on the avid game.

Then the rain-god graced upon the day,
She was wet soaked to the skin array.
Drops made way from brow to the brim,
Intruded senses of all color in the heart’s rim.

It’s truly illicit, it’s purely impure,
Fought her fair heart; a sprawling lure.
The fire made it through her eyes and mine,
Instantly gave way to the impulsive twine.

The lips found its lock on her lips alone,
Pleasure beats; made the conscience atone.
The touch, the feel, the thirst, the zeal;
Imbibed in; the passion of a wild weel.

New was the night then, new was the ray,
Enthralled by the fact, surmised an assay.
Oh! Then, implored I how to requite the liking,
I was stunned – it’ll cost you your wallet darling.

- Joe

People !

There is a person I know, who is consitently diligent and forking towards being the ultimate human being. I would take this opportunity to introduce him to you all.

Lets call upon the stage, my best friend and soul myself...............Joe or Neo or Deepu.