Why death is the worst of them all....

When I was 5 and my sis hit me blue and black
I bit her back

When I was 10 , my dog ate my icecream
I cried & got new one…

When I was 12 , my teacher told me
I was good for nothing
I studied hard.. and topped my class

When I was 14, my best friend won my crush
I knew I deserved better….

When I was 16 , the world was unfair
I waited until 20 and everything seemed square & fair..

when I was 18 I lost someone dear
I cried, I thought, and I waited,
nothing happened.................

death is the worst of them all
it never gives you a second chance..

Happiness

Happiness
How vague a word?
The definition in dictionary
Oxford, Stanford & r there more

But try will u?
Define the word happiness..
When I did it seemed like
That distant thin line
of concurrence
Of the skies and seas..
Sure it is exhiliarating
A game of mind…
Not reality but the truth u see

Happiness a vague feeling
Never been there,

anyone been there done that??

silence

Silence ……………
It haunts , scares,
Blows trumpets
That you are alone

I hate silence….
The very word
Its very thought
When Agonizing memories
Come to life……

Its like a “.” ( period)
So full it might seem
But then think
Empty it stands later.

Brutus, you too....?

Trust made me vulnerable
shock left me numb
thoughts gushed
while memories played
in tearful eyes...

Now it makes sense
how delicate "trust" stands
as caesar puts
"Brutus, you too?"

Good bye my friend
This is to cherish
all the good ol'times
of silly jokes,of caring words
& of naughty anecdotes
and importantly then..
to cherish us my friend
when we struk a perfect balance
on our trust plane..
did we know then
how delicate " trust " stood..

Now It is over
for not now, but forever..
cause you have chosen
to break my heart
& Our silent wow of trust
in to a countless peices,
and dust.....
and I have chosen
to walk away
leaving them there
as I must....
....Trust indeed stands delicate...............

Wishful Thoughts...Of Beauty Of Me

How does it feel to be beautiful??



to be the beauty,…. of the beast

to come in dreams,…. of poor and rich

to be the coveted one of a hansome prince?



how does it feel to be beautiful??



To be the sculpture

The poetry , the woman in the painting

and inspiration to all of Art

The reason for war and thirst for power

And to win without a battle……….



How does it feel to be beautiful??



To be called the dew of mornings

The dusk of evenings……….

Gait of a deer and talk of a parrot

Touch of dove & Smile to the that of thousand lanterns

And just the very

Presence to that of a goddess??



How does it feel to be beautiful?



I held this dream to know

too shallow an aim, too important a nuance

Well, a dream is dream

Not the truth, not the lie

but somewhere it haunts

In the visions of night…..