Mighty Love()

If you love and cherish yourself, only then will you be able to love and cherish others.

Lonely yet I believe in love,
Sad yet I believe in happiness,
Evil yet I believe in good,
Wrong yet I believe in right,
Foolish yet I believe in wisdom,
Coward yet I believe in courage,
A loser yet I believe in victory,
I believe in me – I believe in my odds,
I recreate myself whenever I want,
I encourage my versatility,
I loathe those who judge,
I cherish my strengths,
I treasure my guts,
Love me, love yourself and love us,
We are different – noble and blessed,
Leave the hatred behind – do not judge,
This world is a small place for a grudge.

The Connection of My Soul with Evil

Across the shore, behind the rocks,
My wounded heart strangled in sinful locks.

I stretch my arms wide to embrace the globe,
The grief of denial – the soft whisper fondles my ear lobe.

The significance of my subsistence is fairly explained,
I wandered bare foot; my liberated soul detained.

The hustle bustle to seize the life’s train overwhelms me;
The horizon caresses my sight compelling me to flee.

Sorrow and distress soothes my soul;
Longing for agony performs a mighty role.

Blissfulness is neither my aim nor my consent;
Desires dwelling in my heart are slaughtered – twistedly bent.

The intoxicating air bruises my free will;
However leaving the world behind; my fingers feel the top-most hill.

Confessing my sins sanctifies me with a new life;
My soul is naked – transgressions excited to slash me with a knife.

The evil is tempted by the nobility of nakedness;
Thus wrapping the new-born soul in the garb of wickedness.

Several births in this world may not feed the soul with goodness;
Hence this world is the abode of evil upholding darkness and blindness.

 

Summer 1969 (Part I)

Remember the summer of 1969?
He can’t get her face out of his mind,
The gleaming eyes and her smile so divine,
At the age of 17, love was kind,
Their love was innocent so were their hearts,
Nothing was right or wrong,
However the passion to master the art,
The art to love and to be loved lifelong,

Behind the trees,
Beneath the stars,  
They held hands, 
They vowed never to be apart, 
Life is time, 
They tried to rhyme,
And there they were,
Savoring love, 
With the burning scars. 

Can they forget the Summer 1969?
Delights of the young love re-defined,
Cherishing each other every single day,
Young love evaded the uncertainty on its way,
For them, love was a fairy-tale what everybody say,
The story of Cinderella, Snow-white or any other princess,
Where happily-ever-afters were never to decay,
Their naive vision has to be flawless,
Without realization, they were offered solace,
Life was brutal and now they knew,
Challenges may pursue their motives,
However, the flame of love would get them through,

Behind the trees,
Beneath the stars, 
They held hands, 
They vowed never to be apart, 
Life is time, 
They tried to rhyme, 
And there they were, 
Savoring love, 
With the burning scars. 

To Be Continued…

Moments

Note: Hey there Folks! This is my very first duet with a fellow-blogger, Neeraj. We enjoyed composing it and I hope you all would enjoy reading. Additionally, I encourage all who doesn’t know him to visit his blog – a very talented poet and song writer. Thank you. 

(Neeraj)

Stay here, closer,

Let me run out of breath,

We’ve got this moment,

It’ll not be here forever,

It may never come again,

Let me live,

Every moment of it,

Let us die in its arms tonight.

(Me)

Stay there, far away,

No need for you to be here today,

We had the moment and we did it all,

Let go of me,

Let me fall,

It may never occur to you,

Love ain’t lust, I’m through.

(Neeraj)

Stay here, closer,

Let me inhale you slowly,

Let me kiss you properly,

Once it is over,

It won’t come again,

Let me live,

Every moment of it,

Let me not be wise tonight.

(Me)

Stay there, far away,

Don’t you play with my hair,

Don’t you dare to come any near,

Let me sob for all I’ve done,

Let me take the blame for once,

It may never occur to you,

We were through way before we knew.

(Chorus)

The moment we thought could get us together,
The moment we thought could get us better,
The moment we thought could stay there forever,
It passed and we surpassed,
‘Cause we never tried,
To hold it tight,
To make it right…

Crazy Midnight Post!

It tasted better than KFC’s Twister (I swear – don’t forget healthier as well)

I had a very yummy Midnight-Snack (I think it was the world’s best wrap) and I am craving Ben & Jerry’s half-baked Alaska (Cookie Dough & Chocolate Fudge Brownie) so much! Not that I don’t have it in the freezer but I am trying to keep my hands off eating too much at this point and time of the night! 

Something I got hold of when it snowed in the mid of March – a shock for many who are new to England’s unpredictability!(Yet I love England for now at least)

The night was starry earlier, I had two cans of Red bull around 8 in the evening when I went for a walk. The sunsets in Spring are stunningly beautiful though I am not sure if it’s spring in England or not as it hasn’t quite warmed up in here. The wind blows like a tornado is on its way, at times it is enough scary – thankfully I am not skinny.  

“He’s Watching Her” – I didn’t even have to read the synopsis before buying this one (Ignore the background)

Currently, I am reading this book “Killing Cupid” by Louise Voss & Mark Edwards. I must say, a pretty good book – I’d even recommend reading it to those who’d like raw romance/love (I really mean “Raw” – you’d get to know once you get hold of the book to read the synopsis) along with suspense and a major thriller! The main character “Alex” creeped me out more than once in the beginning but I always end up falling for the main(male) character in the book and so it happened for him too - at times I wonder, why men in books are portrayed to be perfect? 

A crazy shot for a crazy post!

Well, I probably would get back to reading as I am done with this exciting midnight post! I am not stoned but still I am high – the freaking part is “I don’t know why”! 
 
So…….. May the odds be in your favor – Goodbye! (Good Night/Good Morning/Good Evening according to your time zones – Happy Friday) 

The Mystery of Life

Before your lips flutter, 
Words you want to utter, 
Dare you not stutter, 
Think before you open your mouth, 
Think of the birds flying from North to South, 
Think of the whales underwater, 
Think of the life without death for a matter, 
Think and realize before you lose  your breath. 

Watch your words before you speak, 
Don’t be a reason for someone to be weak, 
Don’t hassle and try not to freak, 
You know the truth which they are willing to seek, 
Who says, truth is bitter? 
Prove them wrong and let your smile glitter. 

Birds are a symbol of freedom, 
A reason for the mornings to be cheerful, 
A reason for the sun to be fearless, 
A reason for the earth to be beautiful, 
A reason for the humans to learn to be blissful, 
Teaching the significance of love, unity and the charm to be graceful. 

Water is life, 
A symbol of purity, 
For marine life, an insurance of security, 
Beauty of the oceans and the creatures undiscovered, 
Praise the glory of Nature, 
When every day is a new beginning in the undercover, 
Grab the opportunity where Nature can be your lover. 
 
Death is a mystery, 
Yet life is a puzzle to solve this history, 
As you sow so shall you reap, 
Keep your nose clean while you prepare for the eternal sleep, 
Cherish every morning and the presence of sun, 
Live every moment like it’s your last and the only one. 
 
Wisdom is the daughter of experience, 
Life teaches you step by step on the way, 
Be careful as there’ll be ups and downs as you stray, 
Remain steadfast for you’re a warrior who can’t run away, 
Believe in your heart and soul – forget and forgive everyday. 
 
 

You are mine!

Your presence may be a dream,
But I hear someone scream,
Is it you or my pulse swaying with a soft breeze?
Is it the distance or my insecurities pulling up as I seize?
I’ll give up in your arms,
I’ll let you chase me in the farms,
Your touch soothes my soul,
My heart bears a dark hole,
The more I lie, the darker the hole gets,
The more you sigh, the harder it is, I bet,
You told me, you wont ever let me go,
I paused and let the silence embrace us in snow,
You told me you were my guardian angel,
I smiled and caressed your lips with my fingers feverishly,
You held my finger and brushed it gently,
We listened to each other’s racing heartbeat intently,
The grip around my waist became firm,
“You are mine forever”, you reaffirmed,
Your lips were parched but the craving in your eyes,
You held my face and kissed me twice,
I hassled but you smiled in disguise,
I dug my face in your chest and hid the lies,
I couldn’t split my heart open,
I couldn’t grief your love,
I decided to bury the truth within my heart,
Where death is a reality but love is an …….
ART!

Immortality

Once upon a time, I believed in Magic 
When life was at its best to escape the tragic 
When dreams were lived in the reality 
When humankind was charged for its brutality 

Once upon a time, I believed in Life
When I discovered the path to my soul
When I realized I could rock and roll
When I fondly cherished my every goal 

Once upon a time, I believed in Love 
When I glared at the stars in the sky above 
When I persuaded myself to endeavor the nature 
When I saw my life’s very first dove 

Once upon a time, I believed in You 
When ‘Y’ were your dreams 
When ‘O’ were our obsessions 
When ‘U’ considered solely yourself 

But now, I believe in myself 
I believe in the fairy-tale to reveal itself 
I believe in the strength of love to overtake my reality
I believe to sow seeds of magic and embrace immortality

Happy Mothers Day (UK Version)

My super-mum when she was super-young!

I have grown up celebrating “Mothers Day” on the second Sunday of May since ever but this time there is a twist in the story. I realized that England celebrates its mother’s day on the second Sunday of March and so I decided there is no harm in celebrating mother’s day twice a year instead it is a TREAT (for my mother specifically). But there is a villain to this story too and that is “Time”. My mother isn’t with me today (in England) and so she wont be on the Mother’s day in May though I know that regardless she wont be physically with me, her love and prayers are always with me.

The hustle and bustle in the stores, grocery markets (Especially Card Factory) on this very weekend is worth mentioning. People choosing cards for their mommy, granny etc and I felt miserable and happy at the same time. Happy for many would have their mothers right with them to cherish this special  day and miserable cause I was jealous or rather envious – I was envious of their happiness.

Mothers are the embodiment of God on this planet(at least that’s what I’ve believed for ever). There are no adjectives that can describe how great a mother is but we can always try – try to tribute her and make her feel special; not on just one special day but every day in our very own way. She should know that she is always cherished, her presence is a significant trademark in our lives, love for her is eternal and even if it is that we have to present our lives at stake to honor her, we will!

This woman who we call our “Mother” starts to feel us way too before we become tangible for her. She knows us well enough even before giving birth to us. Those nine months are her celebration, she counts down to the big day when she could finally touch her baby. The baby she had been awaiting since long when every day was a pain blended with happiness. She protects her baby for life exactly like her womb has protected the baby for nine months. Our mums are all the very same in a very different way. Some are strict, some are lenient, some are emotional, some are harsh and the list goes on but what unites them is they all love us – just enough that even if the whole world hates us, her love would be sufficient for the warmth and care needed.

These two ladies are the most beautiful beings on earth!
My mommy and sissy <3

My mom is a super-mom! Incredibly loving, caring, cheerful, emotional, compassionate, fierce, patient, kind, generous, warm-hearted, strong, beautiful, wise, my mentor, my bestie and the list goes on and on until I conclude it – she is a role model for me and I would always want to be a mother like her. I am very fortunate to have her in my life. The distance over the time has taught me many lessons. I wake up to my ringing alarm clock in the morning and miss looking at her angelic face for the very first thing in morning. I eat yogurt every morning and would buy her favorite cereal “Weetabix” cause I miss arguing over the breakfast with her that I don’t like eating yogurt or Weetabix for breakfast no matter how nutritious it is. I miss our “girlie” conversations and gossips. I miss when nobody is there to see me off when I leave for school. I miss her teasing me over my so-called big nose. I miss her calling me those nick names when I’d get real annoyed to attack her and she’d tickle me despite of the fact she knows that I am not ticklish. I miss cooking and baking with her when I’d be giving her tips on fashion and fitness and she’d be telling me to focus on cooking before she could smell something burning. I miss those long nights when she would toss and turn in bed cause something is bothering her and all she would need is a good massage, a considerate ear and a hot cup of milk and when I’d do it for her, she’d kiss my forehead and would tell me that I am her princess. I miss when she’d pinch me when I am on the verge to spit out her secret(unintentionally) in front of my dad. I miss her confused expressions while I’d teach her to use laptops, smart phones or even an I pod. I miss “HER”. I have realized her importance in my life even more in these few months while I have been away from her. She is my lovely mommy and I miss her every day and every night and I know she misses me way more than I can ever miss her but we love each other the most.

Find some time to spend  with her and let her know that you love her cause the arms of the clock would never turn back and the last thing you’d ever want to do on this planet would be “Regret”. Love her, respect her, honor her and make her feel special before it’s too late. Tell her she is your super-mom and your life may be super-busy and super-occupied but you always have some super-time every day for your super-mom! Cheers!

For One Good Reason<

Love life for it’s best of the Nature’s gift to you!

For one good reason, I turned around, 
The threat gripped my heart as it sound,
The fear that I’d fell off on the ground, 
The answers to my reality which were never found. 

I embraced my life the way it was, 
For one good reason, I wanted to break the laws, 
I kept breathing until a silent pause, 
Misery swept away and so did my clause. 

For one good reason, I never looked away, 
The threat that night would darken my life stayed, 
The fear trembled me that I’d never see sun the next day, 
The key to misery clutched the period of my decay. 

I lifted myself for one last time, 
I risked my life ahead of crime, 
While preparing for that one last climb, 
I realized my heart chimed. 

For one good reason, I lived my life, 
I laughed, chuckled and genuinely smiled, 
I slashed my wrist to let the dead blood cells ooze the agony, 
The fears and threats were driven away by my mind’s symphony. 

Since that day, I lived my life to the extreme,
Personified my choices to challenge my self esteem,
I joined every single dot to dream my life’s theme,
Cause’ for one more time, my soul beamed.