Ellipsis...

I'm your girl

2011-10-07T15:09:00.001+05:30

I'm your girl who makes you wild,

the one who makes you feel like a child,

the girl who makes your heart run like a train,

the one who gives a freeze to your brain.

I'm your girl who sets your nights on fire,

the one who fills up your days with desire,

the girl who makes you sing better than birds,

the one who gives you a run for your words.

I'm your girl who makes a home out of your house,

the one who you feel proud to call spouse,

the girl who makes your incompleteness go away,

the one who without a drink makes your body sway.

I'm your girl who is a wife and a friend,

the one with whom you'll never have to pretend.

I'm your lovely jeanie dressed for you in blue,

I'm your everything, I'm your dream come true.

Box-shaped heart

2011-09-29T14:29:00.000+05:30

I've been sitting with a cup of black tea,
and blank sheets of papers,
trying to pen down my feelings,
but only building skyscrapers.

Words have been my forte,
ever since I learned how to write,
but to scribble my thoughts around you,
my heart with my head picks up a fight.

My English teacher used to tell me,
where feelings nest, words will be your slave,
he should now come and meet me,
to see how much you make me crave.

I've turned you into a poet,
since the month of May,
but to wear the same shoes and walk,
my words just don't make way.

I've brooded over this a lot,
and very often wondered why,
I think I know the answer now,
the idea of sharing you makes me cry.

You're the one I've found for me,
to always be by my side,
and I really don't wanna share you,
no matter how much you chide.

You're my love, my life, my everything,
someone who makes me feel complete,
and finding you in this big wide world,
was no ordinary feat!

Now that I have found you,
I'll keep you safe in my heart,
and love you till the end of time,
till death does us apart.

The enchanted ceiling...

2011-03-22T22:45:00.000+05:30

They were having their usual late night date; their common sin - a chocolate ice cream at their favorite coffee shop. Devoid of enough money to afford a serving each, they had to settle for sharing a single sundae. Not that they minded, of course. It made the date a little more romantic.

Saying her orgasmic "mmmmmmm" that she always did while eating ice cream, she looked up at the ceiling, thanking the inventor of ice creams.
The ceiling was unique; it was made of many pieces of multi-dimensional mirrors... the kind you see in discos and luxury hotel suites, reflecting a myriad of your images.
He looked up at the ceiling and smiled; then smiled at her and sighed.

She: What happened?
He: I wish it was true (pointing at the ceiling)... I never seem to have enough of you.

The last kiss good night...

2011-03-22T22:32:00.000+05:30

She: When was the last time you kissed someone? (with a naughty smile plastered on her lips and eyes twinkling with mischief)
He: (in a very matter-of-fact kind of tone) Last night.

The disappointment crept like bitter poison from her ears to her lips and she scowled.
A few moments of murderous silence passed before she could disguise her disappointment to ask, "Who was it?" without making eye contact, flipping through a book distractedly.

He: You.

She looked up at him with question marks hanging all around her head.

He: I kissed you in my dream last night.

The Temptress and The Sorcerer

2010-12-12T16:18:00.001+05:30

She stepped out of the bath fresh as a daisy, in her black satin night wear and hair up in a turban with her yellow towel. The mild aroma of her toiletteries diffusing slowly like poison ivy into the space around her. Add to that a dash of her smoky black eyes and her voluptuous body; she looked like a bundle of sinful irresistible dark temptation.

She loved the feel of breeze in her long wavy damp locks and lost little time in making her way to the open terrace. Little did the seductress know that there was a hidden figure shadowed in the darkness awaiting her there. Him.

The cool wind hit her soft warm body with vengeance; as if it too had been waiting for her for eons. It was acting as his agent to inflict upon her what he wanted to do himself. He was the controlling force behind it, commanding it to ravish her on his behalf so that he could watch her to his heart's content. The wind obliged and kissed her face with gusto, causing her towel-turban to come
undone, and straining the satin against her curvy frame.
Long, serpentine hair flowing behind her head, the black satin stretched across her bends flapping vigorously around her; she looked right out of 'The Temptress of the Sea.'
The shadow of him still lurking in he camouflage of the darkness. His eyes glistening, glowing with desire.

Abruptly, the wind stopped; his desire had distract his sorcery. He cursed himself for having lost his vantage point.
The sudden stillness surprised her and she stared questioningly into the darkness.

She bent down to pick up the yellow towel. Her hair slithering from her shoulders immediately to kiss the ground.
Intead of pushing back one lock at a time, she opted to pull them all back in one swift jerk of her head while getting back up.
She felt her hair hit something in the darkness in front of her. She squinted her eyes in a hope to see someone, and could make out the faint outline of a human form.

"Is that you?," she whispered into the night.
He flicked on his lighter between their faces in response.

Her eyes then moved to his left cheek where her hair had slapped him and left a trail of tiny droplets.
She reached out to his face with her towel to wipe them. Instinctively, he caught her hand and stopped her, then used the tips of his fingers to gather the droplets and suck at each of them in turns, savoring the last serving of his favorite meal.
He kept the eye-lock on for a few seconds more, letting her intoxicating eyes pour him a last drink.

Then he blew at the lighter and blended into the darkness from where he had emerged.
She blinked her eyes and looked around in an attempt to see a receding silhoutte but there was none.

From deuce to match point...

2010-11-19T10:28:00.001+05:30

He: Hey, you asleep?
She: Not yet. What happened?
He: Ummm... (hesitating a little) Can I sleep beside you? It's kinda cold in the other room...

No response from her.

He: Hey... listening?
She: Hmmm... ya, listening.... Ok I guess... (shifting to one side of the bed).
He: Thanks babe!

Without losing another minute, he jumped in right beside her. She continued to try and fall asleep with her back towards him. A few minutes passed and just when she was about to knock on the door of dreamlnd, he piqued.

He: Hey, you asleep?
She: Hmmm...
He: Can I share your blanket? It's still cold...

She reluctantly pulled out one side of the blanket and allowed him in.

He: Hey, thanks so much!
She: Hmmm...

Some more minutes pass and by now she was strangely aware of him being so close to her. Her eyes now clear from every visible sign of sleep. She could feel her pulse going faster than usual.

He: Hey... can I hold you and sleep?
She: (startled) What??
He: I mean, can I put an arm around you and sleep?

She didn't reply immediately. Her mind was quickly doing a math of how close he was right now and how much closer he could get.

He: May I?
She: (after a prolonged pause) Hmmm...

And the next thing she knew, his arm was around her bosom and his face was snuggling in her hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of warmth around her, the math abruptly purged.

A long time passed by and they lay like that. Her mind alerting her that the conversation was not over yet; her body hoping that it wasnt. The silence was deafening. He could hear her heartbeat ticking under his hand and she could feel his breath against the nape of her neck, gently disturbing her auburn hair. And then he spoke again.

He: Hey...
She: Hmmm...
He: Can I have a kiss?
She: No!
He: Just one... please?
She: You promise to sleep and let me sleep after that?
He: Yes

She waited a few seconds, allowing him to inflate his ego. And just when she sensed him adjusting himself on the shared pillow in anticipation of the liplock, she casually took his hand from her bosom, kissed it and dropped it right back.

She: There's your kiss! Now go to sleep.

He was speechless. It was the first time someone had deflated his ego with a kiss!

He: That's no kiss!

She smiled knowingly to herself, her back still towards him.

She: You asked for a kiss and you got one. Now shut up and let me sleep.

At a complete loss of words, he retreated and settled back into the warm embrace immediately, fearing she'd pull back from even that.
She smiled to herself triumphantly, and took a deep breath of elevated ego. But he wasn't going to take his defeat so easily.

He: Now, can I give you a kiss?

This was something she wasn't prepared for, so she took her time to think and respond.

She: Hmmm... ok...

Before she could even complete her sentence, he pulled her to face him, tightened his hold around her and captured her lips. At first, taken by surprise and then overcome by resistance, she struggled against him, refusing to reciprocate. But he had strong hands and a stronger determination, and he continued to ravage every bit of her mouth.

She always knew a lost cause when she saw one. And this time she was even feeling it. She gave in and returned his fierce kisses with a passion she'd never known before.
Just when she was at her tigress best, he pulled back. She looked up at him with questioning eyes.

He: NOW you can go to sleep.

The expression on her face was of utter disbelief when she saw him settling back on the pillow, pulling his end of the blanket close. He smiled to himself contently, knowing that the ego game was now at a tie of one point each, with a high probability of him scoring again. She scowled, her ego pricked.

She: What makes you think I am gonna let you sleep now?

With that she pounced on him and captivated his mouth for another round of wild kissing.

He had scored.

Contentment...

2010-10-11T10:04:00.002+05:30

He was fast asleep; just two feet away from her. Having him so close yet so far away was excruciatingly painful for her. She kept looking at his face, especially that perfect bow shaped mouth that she found so irresistable. Every now and then she had the urge to draw herself closer and kiss him awake. But she controlled her thirst.

He was looking so adorable in his sleep, like a baby, that she didn't have the heart to disrupt the magic.
To fill her vacuum she hugged her soft toy even closer and continued to smile at his sleeping form.

And then, he stirred. Stirred from his deep slumber into a state of semi consciousness. His dreamy eyes opening just a wee bit. He then reached out to her face with one hand, the other hand still resting under his own. He mumbled a few words that she couldn't make sense of. Getting no reaction from her, he repeated himself.

He: I'm jealous of that toy you're hugging.
She: Why so?
He: 'cos he's where I should be.

She smiled a childish smile. He then pushed back a stray lock of hair from her face behind her ear with a lazy finger, gently patted her cheek and went back into the dreamland from where he'd awoken.
She basked in the glory of the magical moment for a while and drifted into a peaceful sleep; her heart thoroughly contended.

Something's cooking...

2010-10-04T11:58:00.001+05:30

They were cooking dinner together. Something they'd never done together. More than the broth that they were brewing, there was something else simmering. She was totally smitten by him. Of late she had stopped pretending otherwise. And he'd stopped pretending to overlook her pretence. They were together.

She couldn't stop herself from stealing shy glances at him every now and then. He didn't look up from his duty of a sous-chef but cast a sly smile from the corner of his lips every time she did that. After what seemed like ages to her, she made the first move.

Turning to face him, she drew his face close with her left hand and planted a kiss on his cheek.

He: (with an amused look) Now why did you do that?
She: Just like that. I was finding you very cute. So I felt like kissing you.
He: What else do you feel like doing? (with a naughty expression)
She: Loads. But I don't know if I should.
He: Try me.
She: Sure?
He: Couldn't be more sure!
She: (still contemplating if she should take up the dare) Hmmmm, alright then...

In one quick movement, she pushed him against the wall and closed his eyes shut with the tips of her fingers. And proceeded to kiss every inch of his face.
Starting with his forehead, she moved to his eyes and brows. Slow, smooth, child-like kisses.
Then she kissed the tip of his nose and pretended to glide down to his lips that were already slightly parted in anticipation. But she tricked him and moved to his left cheek instead. Briefly, very briefly, she rolled the tip of her tongue against the slightly rugged surface of his cheek. He bent his head backwards savoring every move and gulping hard with eagerness. But she was in no hurry.
Then she did something he was not prepared for at all. She blew at his ears lightly, tickling his earlobe. He had goose-pimples now, a highly unusual phenomenon for him. Her tongue tip teased the edges of his ears next and a sigh escaped his mouth. She smiled to herself victoriously.
Again she moved her face against his lips, brushing her's against his' briefly. Just when he was about to think that the wait was finally over, she moved to the other cheek and ear. He clenched his hands into fists of desperation. Involuntarily, his hands moved to her back and began stroking her.
When her tongue rolled over his right ear, his grip around her waist tightened and his fingers dug into her smooth skin. She'd won round two.
Tracing the outline of his face with small nibbling kisses, she finally arrived at his chin, which she bit a little hard. A gasp escaped his throat this time. And now she knew that she'd captivated him completely. But even that didn't bring an end to his hours of yearning.
Leaving her face to loiter dangerously close to his mouth, just enough for him to feel her breath against his upper lip, she began unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and drawing abstract figures on his baring chest with a long nailed finger. He couldn't take the torment anymore and finally decided to put an end to the wait to start a new chapter.
In one lucid move, he caught her face in both his hands and pulled it to bridge the 2 millimeters that had held them apart for so long.

The broth had reduced to porridge by now. But then, who cared!

Happily incomplete...

2010-09-03T11:26:00.001+05:30

My friends say you're just a typical boy-next-door, a regular normal guy; nothing spectacular. I disagree.
If you were just that, why is it that you stimulate my senses in more ways than the phases of the moon?
Why is it that when you just glance at me, I feel like a new born baby in the cold wind; thrilled yet helpless?
Why is it that just the sound of your footfalls outside the door are all my ears thirst for?
Why is it that when you move your mouth to say a simple hi that my mind goes blank?
Why is it that when you lean against the wall to strike a casual conversation, I feel jealous of the wall?

Onlookers say that there is a visible chemistry between us; like a beam of electrons clashing wildly against each other throwing off sparks in all directions. I feel that chain reaction. And I know you do too.
But neither of us does anything about it. You don't talk and neither do I.
I am worse.

I've invented a new concept - giving a 'frozen' shoulder treatment.
When you try and talk, I cut you off.
When you try to make eye contact, I look away.
When you try to come closer, I force myself apart.
It's a conscious monumental effort. And the best part is, you're aware of it all.

That smirk on your face speaks volumes you know. It's your way of recongnizing my futile attempts at trying to put a straight face. You smile right through that facade.

It's a bittersweetness that I experience everytime you're around.
A part of me wants to throttle your neck for making me feel this abyss; and a part of me wants you to throttle me in your arms and drown me in that same bottomless pit.
I wonder how someone can feel incomplete yet insanely happy this way. But that's how it is.
I'm happily incomplete in your love.
Yes, that's what I am; with you or without you - happily incomplete.

Drowning in your love...

2010-08-25T10:49:00.001+05:30

She was holding on,
holding her breath,
holding out her hand,
holding her heartbeat,
holding on to the one thing that made her feel alive.

She was drowning,
drowning in the defeaning noise of the silence,
drowning in his lust,
drowning in his love,
drowning in him.

He extended help,
help to pull her back up,
help to complete her,
help to fill her vacuum,
help to drown her forever.

She took his help. She chose to drown.

Contemplation...

2010-08-25T10:48:00.001+05:30

He: (with a naughty grin plastered on his face) You're tripping...
She: No, I'm not! (with a smile depicting nirvana) I'm just a litttttttle high... (showing an inch between her thumb and forefinger)
He: That is exactly what I'm saying too...
She: No, you're not! You're trying to say I'm... stoned.
He: Po-ta-to Pot-ato (smiling to himself and shrugging)

He: Anyway, lets go home.
No response from her. A question mark hanging on her face very evidently.

He: What're you contemplating?
She: I'm contemplating whether I should do what I feel like or not.
He: What is it that you feel like doing?
She: Come here, closer and I'll tell you.

He comes closer. She extends her hand to him. He takes it and she pulls him to squat in front of her. Without uttering another word she leans in and takes him by surprise for a lip-lock. Before he could comprehend and respond himself, she'd explored his mouth and retreated as quickly as she had started.
Her eyes were fluttering in half mischief and half embarrassment. His eyes were still closed trying to relive the short stint of passion that had stung him.

She breathed against his lips, "I was contemplating whether to do that or not."
He: What took you so long? I was thirsting for this.

The other woman...

2010-08-25T10:45:00.001+05:30

He was drumming. A sight that she had at much length gotten accustomed to. A whore that she had learned to tolerate sharing him with. But she knew very well that she was the 'other woman.' His first love was his music. And she was jealous of his touch on the smooth cool contours of the drumsticks; wanting every minute to be those wooden pieces instead of being trapped in the hot wet lump of human mass. She understood very well that 'that' equation would never change and she'd learned with much difficulty to satisfy her ego at the no.2 spot.

She was jealous; plain jealous. Why did he have to drum so passionately on the flat surface of those drums? Couldn't he hear the hard drumming of her heart against her curved aching breasts?
He did. His hungry eyes on her confirmed that.
Both knew that the irregular drumming of her heart was in response to his synchronized drum beat.

The blindfold of the rest encouraged her to take a spotlight on herself. It only seemed fair to let him have a clear view of her when he was as good as naked in her eyes.
He drummed. She danced.
Tiny beads of sweat running down his sternum. Her long white dress flapping against her silky calves.

There were only two senses at work that night - his eyes and her ears; seemed as though the rest were on some kind of indefinite strike. He drummed for her; she danced for him. Her ears absorbing every sound of him; his eyes ravishing every inch of her.

They made love like that whole night.

Due credit to that whore called music that brought them together instead of tearing them apart.

Poker...

2010-07-13T16:10:00.003+05:30

He: You're already very cute. Don't behave like a kid. It'll add to the cuteness.
She: Shut up! I feel dumb.
He: You're cute. Very cute.

He closes his eyes to catch a few winks before she started on her verbal diarrhea. 10 seconds is all he got.
Poke.

He: Ouch! That hurt.
She: Really? (Smiling his insane smile) Sorry!
He: (Closing his eyes again) It's ok.

Poke. No response.
Poke. Poke. Poke. No response.
Jab!

He: Hey! What's the matter? That's hurting.
She: Why're you sleeping? Talk to me. I'm not sleepy. I'll get bored.
He: You talk, I'll listen with my eyes closed. (Settling back on his pillow)
She: No! You'll fall asleep.

Poke. Poke. Jab. Jab.

He: Aaargh! Ok Ok. I'm not sleeping. Talk.
Poke again.
She: (Playfully clapping her hands like a kid) He got scared, he got scared...
He: Enough! Going forward penalty for every hit. A kiss for every jab.
She: High hopes! Dream on egg head.
He: (Muttering under his breath) You wait and watch...

To provoke her, he closed his eyes again.
The trick worked.

She: Hey! Not again!
Jab.

One swift motion. Before she knows it, she is pinned to her pillow. Hands chained tightly to the sides. His mouth on her cheek, barely an inch away from her lips.
Breathing labored. His breath settling as tiny beads of vapour on her cool skin. She stopped talking and breathing abruptly.

He: Now... YOU are scared.

A gentle peck on the cheek, and he released her. And moved back to his place.
Many moments passed before she exhaled. But she didn't find her voice to yap or her guts to poke again.

Date night...

2010-05-31T20:37:00.004+05:30

It was date night. A fun-filled evening full of good music, liquor, and pot was what lay in store.
He was ready. She was not.
He sat himself on the center table, drumming a faint tune to himself on it, and watching her hurrying herself up in amusement. She was scurrying about like a mouse with its tail on fire getting her clothes and makeup in place.
She chose a simple denim skirt and a white top to match it. Not because it was summery outside, but because they both were suckers for the blue denims and white combination. And she had little doubts about how the night was likely to end.

Finally, she was ready.
Kohled eyes - check.
Dangling earrings - check.
Lip gloss - check.
Handbag - check.
High heels - check.
Oops! She'd forgotten to apply moisturizer on her legs. And she was wearing a petite skirt! Dry skin with a short skirt meant a cosmetic horror! Her eyes grew wide in shock at her lack of detail and she ran back inside to fetch her body lotion.
He giggled to himself and shook his head, saying a mental, "women!!"

She came out running with the bottle and started frantically looking for a place to put up her high-heeled feet to apply the lotion, without soiling the decor of the room.

No place; except for the center table where he was sitting. She skipped her way to him and asked him to move his legs a little and give her some room.
He obliged. But instead of moving both his legs towards one side, he moved them apart in a V.
Too hurried to argue, she decided to make do with the space she got.
Up went the left leg, and she bent down slightly to spread the cream evenly. Her cool white top revealed a little of her cleavage; and with her loose silky hair bouncing right in front of his eyes, and the lingering aroma of her shampoo, plus the leg positioned dangerously close to his crotch, the scene became provocative.
He bent slightly forward to inhale a little more of the shampoo's intoxication.
In her hurry, she failed to notice the spell that she was unknowingly casting on him.

Left leg done; right leg next. Repeat performance.
Some more aroma, some more seduction.
Half way through the performance, she looked up at him and gave him an innocent smile. The final nail in the coffin. A slightly victorious smile, reflecting her accomplishment of getting her look right. But not realizing that she had conquered more than just her looks.
Just when she was about to put down her leg, and utter, "lets go," he grabbed the front lock of her hair and pulled her towards him for a completely aroused kiss.

They didn't step out of the apartment. But the date had just begun.

Elixir of life...

2010-05-24T14:17:00.001+05:30

He tasted like a herb, like Tulsi, pure, relaxing, delicious... Maybe it was the effect of the grass that they'd just smoked - either on her head or on his lips. Which of the two, she wasn't sure. He wasn't the first guy she had kissed, but he tasted like something she'd never tasted before; at least in a kiss. Elixir of life.

The black dot...

2010-05-24T14:16:00.004+05:30

She saw him from the kitchen window. He was sitting on the stairs, alone, smoking, with his back towards her. Shirtless.
She chuckled to herself, lustfully, then slowly unbolted the creaky front door and in one swift motion pulled it ajar. No sound. She wiped invisible beads of sweat from her forehead dramatically with a "phew!"
Then she tiptoed back into the kitchen to fetch her steaming cup of tea and returned to the staircase. He was seated on the lower most rung unaware of her proximity; she sat herself down on the top most one. Something caught her eye immediately.
A sexy mole at the nape of his neck, right where the V of his hairline ended.
Her eyes were glued to it for the next few minutes.

She remembered how he'd explained about it some months ago and taken an ego boost up his sleeve drawing comparisons with The Matrix gang. Supressing her desire to laugh out loud remembering that scene, she took a long gulp of tea from her cup.
Her eyes still rivetted on the mole.
Of course, she had seen it before! But this was the first time she had found it sexy. And that is what was causing her pulse to quicken.
Every time her lips touched the rim of the cup to take a sip of the hot tea, she was mentally planting a kiss on that sizzling black dot on his nape.

Kiss after kiss in quick successions, the cup was drained. Coincidentally, so was his joint at the very precise minute.
He got up, stretched himself, and dusted his trousers. She was watching it all with a glowing smile on her face, relishing the thoughts and images that were running through her mind.

Suddenly he jumped off the step, and spun on his heels to directly meet her eye with a wide grin. Her face flushed immediately. And she took refuge behind the tea cup, pretending to sip tea in a futile attempt to defy the twinkle in her eye which clearly told him that she'd been watching him.
He playfully shot an invisible pellet from his index finger at her and mouthed "gotcha!". Then cowboyishly blew at the imaginary smoking finger, tucked it in the back pocket of his denims and disapparated.

She sat there on the staircase, dumbstruck.

So kiss me and smile for me...

2010-05-19T12:21:00.002+05:30

"...so kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go..." (lines from the song "I'm leaving on a jetplane")
That's what she was singing aloud to herself in her kitchen when her mobile beeped.
A text message from him.
"Tell me when and I'll be there."

She re-read the message and tried to think of any texts that she had sent to him in the recent past, to which this could be the reply. But she couldn't think of any.
She texted him a "?" and resumed the song and her chores.
"...everyplace I go I think of you, every song I sing I sing for you, when I come back I'll wear your wedding ring... so kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go..."
Beep beep.
His reply.
"I know. Just tell me when."

Totally confused and amused, she decided to go downstairs and ask him if he'd been texting her instead of someone else by mistake.
She opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to see him right outside. He gave her a wide insane grin (as usual). In response, she gave him a quizzical look, her eyes asking, "What're you doing here? I was coming to see you, and here you are!?"
Then she spotted the mobile in his hand, and her questioning eyes shuttled between it and his eyes a few times trying to find an answer.

Before the whole thing could dawn upon her, he patted her cheek softly, chuckled to himself, and hopped down the stairs into oblivion.

That burning thing...

2010-05-14T17:01:00.005+05:30

One, two, three - a mild rap on the front door at an unearthly hour. That was his signature. Even in her deepest slumber she could hear that; for her ears were always glued to the door, hoping to hear some sound that indicated his arrival.
She wasn't sure what the time was when she heard the signature knock; but past 11pm it definitely was. She sat up in bed and tried to make herself look presentable. And suddenly remembered that he actually liked her right-out-of-bed-dishevelled-messy look a lot. And she tried to mess up her looks again.
But she didn't want to give him an ego boost by letting him know that she had a special set of invisible ears exclusively for him. So she pretended as if she had been suddenly awakened from a dreamland and opened the door with a frown.

Outside the door was his insanely smiling face. It was his usual smile to her and she had gotten used to it. But she couldn't help but want to see more of it. Everytime he smiled at her, it was an insane smile; something that screamed volumes at her, about her. And she totally loved it.
But right now, she didn't want to show that his sudden surprise visits were a welcome end to eons of waiting.
So a blank expression is what he got from her; her eyes asking, "now what?" with heavy sleep and sarcasm dripping.
He broadened his insane smile and put his right hand forward.

Her eyes shifted focus to the object in his hand and she immediately lost the faintest hint of sleep and frustration from her face. Her pupils dilated and her brows reached heights they never had before. Her eyes began to sting with the prolonged staring and she had to rapidly flutter her eyelids for moisture.
She couldn't believe her eyes and continued to stare at the object in utter bewilderment.

Trivia question - What are the things a guy can give a girl by extending his hand (especially late at night)?
Answer - A ring, a flower, a chocolate, a soft toy... would probably be anybody's guess.
But what she got was totally unconventional and unbelievable.

A lighted incense stick.

She shook her head to clear her mind, hoping that she was hallucinating. But the incense stick continued to burn, releasing its mild fragrance.
With unsure hands, she took it.
He smiled even more broadly, even more insanely and said, "Something to make your night more pleasant... good night." And with a quick peck on her cheek, he was gone.

To be continued...

2010-05-06T09:54:00.009+05:30

She smiled. He smiled, a knowing smile. Something was left unsaid, undone last time. Both knew. Both wanted to complete it. But both stood and smiled, helplessly incomplete.

To me you are perfect....

2010-05-03T12:56:00.006+05:30

At much length she saw him; the way she had always fantasized. He was naked. Well, half at least. And her eyes had become experts at seeing through the rest. He was not a sculpted beauty, but to her he was a masterpiece.
There were beads of sweat lining his broad shoulders and a prominent line of resentment on his face. Resentment not for her, not for her eyes, not for her breathtaking view of him. But for her innate ability to catch him offgaurd.
He had always considered that to be his forte, but today she had unnerved him. And though a part of him was applauding her for having leveled herself with him, another part of him was disappointed to lose the only vantage point that he had always had over her.

She let her eyes shamelessly explore the vast expanse of masculinity that was spread before her. And she eagerly drank in every detail. Her eyes trailed the only rivulet of sweat that was running down from his sternum towards his lowly hung denims and stopped. She paused for a moment too long, then suddenly realizing her folly looked up and met his eyes, as if seeking an unspoken permission. The corner of his lip went up in a half smirk; he mildly shook his head in semi-disbelief, then turned his face away for a fully bloated smile to himself.

Beauty lies in the hands of the beholder....

2010-03-10T08:56:00.004+05:30

He was multitasking. His eyes were focussed on the fuse that he was repairing. His ears were concentrating on the beats of the drums that his student was playing. Every now and then he gave the little boy a sharp disapproving look and a few chiding words.

She was multitasking too. Her hands were busy holding onto the torch that was providing the extremely scanty illumination to the room. Her lips were busy smiling at the little boy and struggling hard to not burst out laughing aloud every time there was an outburst of scolding. Her eyes were busy letching at his hands moving on the fuse wire. And her mind was busy conjuring up images of his hands on her.

She thought to herself silently, "so this is what lust feels like..."

Those were the most beautiful hands she had ever seen. Manly yet gentle. Shapely yet rustic. Rough yet tender. With masculine veins visible on the back and soft mounts of Venus on the front, they were undoubtedly the sexiest pair of hands she had ever set her eyes upon. They were the kind of hands that could burn holes of desire on any body they touched; the kind that could turn anything they touched into a wet lump of putty. And she was feasting her eyes on them.

She couldn't help but feel jealous of the fuse wire that his hands were toying with. She wanted to be that wire that minute... and everything else that his hands were destined to touch next.
She visualized the well-known scene from Ghost where Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore make out while doing some pottery.
He was Patrick, but she was not Demi. She was the wet, lifeless lump of clay on the potter's wheel.

Always....

2010-03-09T12:06:00.005+05:30

A starry night, a mild breeze in the air, a few drags of a joint, and a lot of buzzing mosquitos. That's how the scene was set when they decided to observe the movement of stars.

They were unlike any regular couple. When other couples talked about their feelings for each other, their so-called future of togetherness, and whispered promises of forever in each others ears while secretly doubting if they'd see even the next day's sunrise together, these two argued about Laws of Physics and genres of music. And tonight was no exception.

On their favoritest hanging out joint, the terrace, they lay down in a Z-formation, with their heads on the common mattress and their bodies away from it.

He was educating her about how he felt about the classification of music. She defined good music as blues+country+folk+soft rock+classical and bad music as hard rock and head-banging heavy metal. He opined that there was no such thing as good music and bad music but only music that one liked and didn't. She hated losing in debates and found it difficult to accept that he was actually right!

Now was the ideal time for the few drags of the residual joint, and she suggested the smoke break. They had a couple of drags each when something suddenly struck her.

She: (passing the cherry to him) Don't you think sharing a cig is a very intimate thing between two people?
He: Yes it is; especially if it is between two people who are in a relationship.
She: And why is that?
He: Well... as a guy I can think of two reasons. One, when the girl passes over the cig to him, he thinks, "this is now a personalized cig 'cos my baby has touched her lips to it. I can't bear to let anyone else share it now..." And two, when a guy watches his girl take a drag he imagines his lips to be the butt of the cig.
She: Wow! You know that sounds kinda romantic... which of the two are you feeling right now? (her eyes twinkling with mischief)
He: The second one.
She: Oh... so you feel like kissing me right now, is it?
He: (Sigh!) I've told you this a hundred times before and for the hundred and first time, I feel like kissing you all the time.

To be or not to be....

2010-03-08T09:43:00.008+05:30

She: I'm telling you this for the first and last time, and I'll never bring this up between us again.
He: What is it?
She: A part of me desperately wants to fall in love with you. And a part of me is holding me back.

He didn't react; at all. And looked away, refusing to make eye contact.

She: You wanna react to it?
He: What do you want me to say or do?
She: I just want you to react in some way... anything at all?
He: (Sigh!) I've lost count of how many times I've said this to you... I'm mad about you.

Forbidden Fruit....

2010-03-03T16:41:00.006+05:30

Waiting for him tonight, she realized one thing - she'd never wanted any guy more than him in her lifetime so far. She couldn't believe that she was actually waiting for his bike to pull into the street. She had always been the kind of person who wants the partner for keeps. But here, she was willing to make an exception. He was a forbidden fruit, she knew that. But she was willing to compromise. She want at least a slice of him. She wanted at least tonight.

Touch-me-not....

2010-03-02T10:18:00.009+05:30

Girl: (small burp) 'xcuse me... (slightly embarrassed)
Pause.
Boy: Did you say "kiss me"??
Girl: (in an exasperated tone) No... I said "excuse me."
Boy: Oh. Ok.

Girl goes back to her book. Boy starts playing with her hair coquettishly. She keeps trying to push his hands away from her face while concentrating hard on her book. He doesn't give up and finally she does. He smiles a secret smirk, and proceeds to tickle her earlobe. She keeps trying to move her face in different directions but he persists and she finally gives in. He says a mental "thank you" and "thank God" and glides his fingers to her lips and chin. By now she is strangely aware of his intentions but doesn't stop him. She was transfixated with the sensations that had sprung in her.
Now she was pretending to read, but encouraged his fingers to touch her. He was aware of his victory. So he bravely spread her lips apart with the tips of his fingers.

Girl: Just FYI, in case you haven't noticed - that happens to be my mouth!

Though the words that came out of her were harsh, her eyes were part-closed and her book had been discarded long ago. He knew that he had conquered her resistance by now.

Boy: Oh really? Let me see...

And in one swift movement, he closed in on her and placed his lips on hers. He didn't kiss her. He just let his lips rest against hers. She swallowed hard, waiting for him to start tasting her. But he didn't. He wanted to make her wait, the way she had made him wait in the beginning.
At much length, he let go of his 'aham' and gently started to move his lips against hers. She could take it no more. And under the disillusion that she was letting go of her 'aham,' she pried open his lips with her tongue and captured his mouth for a deep, passionate kiss.
A few minutes passed. They sat there like that; their arms intertwined, their tongues intertwined.
The spell broke when she finally had to pull away for a breath.
Moments later they realized that only the kiss had broken, the spell hadn't. For they sat like that --- like Juno's swans, with their arms around each other.

Boy: (nudging her nose playfully with his, in a whisper) What do you do to me?
Girl: (smiling mischevously) I don't do anything...

He smiled and proceeded to kiss her once again. This time they nibbled at each other in small quick bites. And finally settled back into doing what they did best - kissing deeply.

What I look for in a partner....

2010-01-27T12:03:00.009+05:30

A 'prospect' recently asked me what I was looking for in my partner. This was my spontaneous response:

...someone who has some dreams, is open minded enough to understand that just like him I have some, and is willing to make some new ones with me...

While you were gone....

2010-01-19T14:37:00.019+05:30

Girl: I'm back, missed me? :-)

Boy: I actually did for the first couple of minutes. But then my heart reminded my mind that you'll be back soon, and I felt better.

She'd been gone four minutes.

She, he, and them....

2010-01-18T20:09:00.007+05:30

She was on her usual karaoke dias, bursting with energy and sound. The audience as captive as always, mesmerized by her looks and voice. She was lost in the music and totally unaware of her surroundings. Not that surroundings mattered. She just knew she was there to give her best and have fun. And fun - she was having.

She started with her usual favorite, Chantal Kreviazuk's version of Leaving on a Jetplane, and sang it with her eyes closed and complete emotions. The audience was enthralled and was breathing as hard as she was. When the song ended, she didn't give them time for applause, but floated right into the next song.

This time it was the hot and sexy Bollywood number, Zara Zara by Bombay Jayshree. She surprised even herself by whistling the prelude and interludes of the song - and that too, to perfection. She even added an extra husk to her voice to enhance the sexiness of the song. The audience went berserk. She even swayed her body in perfect sync with the lyrics, which was an extra dash of magic to the performance. And the audience swayed with her.

Following this was her all time favorite number by Ronan Keating - when you say nothing at all. This time she let go of the imaginary mike that she was holding on to, and went with the flow and feel of the song completely. Her eyes were closed and she stopped worrying about her captive audience, the lizards on the wall of the building opposite to her house. She even started moving in and out of the spot light area, the illusionary stage that she had created for herself in the midst of her terrace plants.

Just when she was half dancing - half swirling on the spot on the line "try as they may they can never define, what's been said between your heart and mine...," she was caught offguard by the sight of someone standing a few feet behind her. An intruder, who had been sharing her private space for God knows how long!

It was him. He was standing in utter amusement, with a broad smile. And there she was, in utter disbelief. Her cheeks glowing red and getting hotter with every passing second. Thankfully, it was dark, and he couldn't see the color of her face changing into deep scarlet. Her hands were still suspended in mid air, from her swirling dance step. She blinked hard to believe what she was seeing, and hoping with every blink that when she next opened her eyes, he wouldn't be there. But there he was, smiling back at her.

She finally withdrew her hands, hugged herself, and shrugged. And finally gave him a shy half-smile. And then they burst out laughing; all inhibitions shed. He came forward and wrapped his arms around her in a warm hug and kissed her forehead.

There's no looking back now....

2009-11-25T10:21:00.008+05:30

Boy: You know what? I feel like kissing you right now...
Girl: What?!?! (jaw dropping bewildered exclamation)
Boy: I've no idea what you've been saying for the past one hour. All I'm able to think of is biting that sexy lower lip of yours. Let me kiss you once please...
Girl: You kidding me?? No way!!
Boy: Ok...
(few moments of uncomfortable silence)
Boy: What are my chances of kissing you?
Girl: On a scale of 1 to 10, minus 5!
Boy: Hmmmm....
Girl: Why the sudden idea? What's gotten into you suddenly?
Boy: It's not a sudden thing. I've been wanting to do that for a long time now.
Girl: How come I never saw that coming?
Boy: I like you a lot.
Girl: I know...
Boy: No, you don't! I like you a lot... I love you... a lot.
Girl: It's just the night and your hormones talking. You'd be saying this to any other girl in my place right now.
Boy: Yeah, right! You're absolutely right! (sarcasm dripping heavily)
Girl: Ok fine. I believe you. Now what? What do you expect me to do?
Boy: What you're not understanding is that no other girl could have been in your place right now!
Girl: I said I believe you. So what?
Boy: Let me kiss you once please... (coming forward with closed eyes)
Girl: No, thanks! (ducking in time)
Boy: Ok fine...
Girl: What is your understanding of Love?
Boy: I don't know. I can't define it. I can't express it. But I just know that I can feel it with you. I still can't say that I understand it but I know I feel it with you, for you.
Girl: Hmmmm.... (melting with his words, gives him a peck on the cheek)
Boy: Now why did you do that?
Girl: Just like that.
Boy: Oh, so you thought the poor fellow is begging for a kiss so badly, so let me give him a peck at least, is it? It's like some charity that you're doing for me, is it?
Girl: No.
Boy: Then?
Girl: Nothing. Just forget it.
Boy: You know what? I know what it feels like to kiss you. I just know.
Girl: Huh? How?
Boy: I just know.
Girl: Good for you. So you don't need to kiss me to feel it, right? So stay put.
Boy: It still doesn't mean I don't want to kiss you now.
Girl: Aaargh! What can I do to make you shut up?

The Boy impishly smiles without saying anything. The smile clearly speaking his mind - "you know exactly what you can do to make me shut up!" The girl closes her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief. Making the best of the moment, he swiftly comes forward and takes the girls lips for a soft, but passionate kiss not allowing her to push him away. She tries to push him away, but he's too strong for her. First reluctantly and then willingly she reciprocates his kiss. Slowly yet passionately, they discover the taste of each other. They seemed to kiss for an eternity but neither wanted to withdraw. It was like they'd tasted heaven and wanted to stay in that state of euphoria forever. When they finally withdrew, they knew that things could never be platonic between them ever again.

The Mom of Triplets

2009-08-04T12:33:00.009+05:30

I had the most amazing conversation today morning with a mom who recently delivered 3 kids in my house.... We don't speak the same language but we understood everything we said to each other!

I made her feel comfortable on my mat and talked to her softly. It was 6am in the morning - 30 minutes before my usual wake up time. I was still a little drowsy and I hadn't even brushed - but I still made her feel at ease and talked to her openly.

I told her that she and her kids couldn't stay in my house 'cos I'm a working woman and spend very little time at home. And that there was no way that I could look after them. She stared at me with her round grey eyes as if she hadn't understood, but she knew very well what I meant. I finally told her to leave along with the triplets....

She sulked and looked at me with pleading eyes and finally gave up when I let her out along with the kids and shut the door. She sat there outside the door for some more time, hoping that I would come back and take them back in. But I didn't.

She finally picked one of the kids and went on to the terrace. Then she came back for the second one. Then the third. And finally she was gone.

This mom was like any other mom who wants the best for her kids, who is fiercely defensive of them, who wants her kids to have a safe future. But 2 things differenciate her from the rest of the moms that I know: 1) she is single, and 2) she is a CAT.

Yes, yes, a cat littered in my house - dunno when. I heard one of the kittens mewing in the morning and discovered them in a cardboard box on the attic. I put the box down and the mom cat sprung at me hissing fiercely and threatening to attack.

I sat down and talked to her in Telugu and didn't touch the box again. She understood that I meant no harm, so she also relaxed. I opened the main door for her to leave and she stepped out, but didn't leave. Instead she curled up at the door and kept peeking in. It's then that it struck me that her kids were still inside!

So I brought out the box carefully and placed it outside the door beside her too. Must admit, the kittens were incredibly cute - they hadn't even opened their eyes! She looked at me as if she didn't understand why I was doing that. Then I told her in Telugu again that I can't take responsibility of them and that she needs to leave. And I closed the door. And shifted to my kitchen window from where I could still see her.

She waited for a while staring at the door, maybe hoping that I would take them all back in. After a few minutes, she accepted defeat and picked up a kitten in her mouth and went to the terrace. Then it came back for the second. Then the third. The Third one was the one that was mewing. I bade it goodbye from my kitchen window. And the cat family was gone, leaving me with mixed feelings.

That's how my morning started today. Just wanted to capture it in my memory and thoughts.

The New Hosiptal Wing

2009-06-22T15:17:00.001+05:30

When a panel of doctors was asked to vote on adding a new wing to their hospital, the Allergists voted to scratch it and the Dermatologists advised against rash moves.

The Gastroenterologists had a gut feeling about it, but the Neurologists thought the administration had a lot of nerve, and the Obstetricians stated they were all labouring under a misconception.

The Ophthalmologists considered the idea short-sighted, the Pathologists yelled, "Over my dead body", while the Pediatricians said, "Grow up!"

The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, the surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole thing and the Radiologists could see right through it!

The physicians thought it was a bitter pill to swallow, and the Plastic Surgeons said, "This puts a whole new face on the matter."

The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but the Urologists felt the scheme wouldn't hold water. The Anesthesiologists thought the whole idea was a gas and the Cardiologist didn't have the heart to say no.

In the end, the Proctologists left the decision up to some butt hole in Administration.

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Courtesy - my friend, Saravanan who got it as a forward and forwarded it to me.

2008-05-12T10:35:00.000+05:30

A Calvin & Hobbes t-shirt that I painted for Stutay yesterday.

Where are you????

2008-01-03T12:58:00.000+05:30

It takes two to tango they say,
but when will my other half come my way?
Twenty five long years I've waited for you,
thirsting to hear, "I love you too."
Do you even exist I wonder now,
will you ever come to take the vow?

But then I smile and console my heart,
maybe you too don't want to stay apart.
Maybe you look at the moon too and sigh,
wondering the common who, when, and why.
Writing poems like this and humming songs along,
blowing every eyelash to cross the distance so long.

All come in pairs says nature divine,
I gloat in this bliss with smiles all benign.
How long will you wander and play peek-a-boo,
you'll surface soon I know 'coz you need me too.
Till then I'll just pray that you're not too afar,
and I'll wait for you my love, whoever you are.

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A poem written spontaneously by me yesterday :-)

Nishabd - The Review....

2007-03-22T15:15:00.000+05:30

The only saving grace of the movie “Nishabd” was that it lasted only for one hour and forty minutes. The bad performances, slack storyline and lack of originality left a very bitter taste with the spectators who had come with high expectations of watching the Big B on screen once again.

Ram Gopal Varma, who is known in the Indian film industry for having delivered off-beat and refreshing movies like Satya, Kaun, Darna Mana Hai et al, was a major let down this time. He has very evidently tried to make an Indian remix version of American Pie and Lolita bundled into one. Probably RGV should open his eyes and accept the fact that Indian audiences have matured and will not take any garbage thrown at them in the name of cinema.

The credit for the theatres to be running house-full can only be attributed to the die hard AB Baby fans and Friday movie fanatics who just need to watch some movie or the other on a weekend. Many an uncle and aunty came out dejected after the curtains were lowered after the movie for they did not get their money’s worth of entertainment.

Nevertheless, Amitabh Bachchan should be applauded for his guts. After having been crowned the undisputed king of Bollywood for over three decades and having made it to Madame Tussauds’, he has surely carved a niche for himself in the industry and the hearts of movie buffs. It sure takes guts to be able to put all of it at stake and venture into roles of a controversial nature at this juncture. After his spellbinding performance in Black, the expectations from Big B went up by another rung in the eyes of the public. And that caused the setback.

Revathy, another good performer, not given any substantial role despite having the scope, was another wasted talent. Nasser was his usual self, but could have done with a few more lines. The debutant, Jia Khan emerged as the clear winner amongst all. She not only turned out to be the protagonist of the movie but also seemed to have made her point in the industry that she’s here to stay.

Thankfully there were only two soundtracks, both in the actual voices of AB and Jia Khan. They could have been the main USPs of the film save the fact that they weren’t used in the movie at all.

All said and done, Nishabd is not a movie you’d want to watch with your family – that is if you wish to watch it in the first place. It definitely doesn’t make it to a collector’s shelf. It is surely one of those movies that everybody would like to forget having been associated with. In short it is best to stay nishabd about Nishabd.

Ye Mere Saath Hi Kyon Hota Hai?

2007-03-07T17:11:00.000+05:30

Why does it have to happen this way everytime?
Why is it that you always land up not getting what you want but land up getting what you don't want?

It gets a little frustrating at times.

You know you want to have A and everybody else wants to have B.
But when the outcome comes, you land up having B but not A.

Are you supposed to feel happy that you got something that everybody else wanted or are you supposed to feel bad that you didn't get what you wanted.
Or be happy and count your stars that you got at least that?
Or are you supposed to feel and be indifferent?

In the first place - are you even supposed to feel anything at all?

Truly, Deeply, Madly....

2007-01-25T18:15:00.000+05:30

I thought I was in Love truly deeply madly,
But it was infatuation that ended rather badly.
There was nothing I had left out to get him close to me,
And that was mere idiocy but that I then didn’t see.
I thought he was the best guy that I gad ever met,
And so I kept trying harder though hard he was to get.

Now when I think of it all, I laugh at my kiddish acts,
It was never Love I now agree, I’ve come to terms with facts.
I feel like a stubborn teenager who wanted things her way,
And when they didn’t work out I’d grumbled in dismay.
Today I remember him as a part of my adolescent past,
I thought he was my first Love but it has now ceased to last.

With you is where I’ve begun to feel a relation of warmth and care,
You are my daily sunshine, my heartbeat, my breathing air.
Only with you have I understood what its like to feel sheer magic,
When you’re around my heart takes over, leaving behind my logic.
I need you like the deserts need showers of quenching rains,
I need you like the meadows need bright sunshine on their plains.

Without your Love my life will be a barren patch of land,
And now I can’t think of a tomorrow without your hand in hand.
You are my real first Love and the last too you’ll surely be,
A tomorrow without you and your Love I don’t want to live and see.
I can’t really put in words how much I need you badly,
But I really really Love you, truly deeply madly. ___________________________________________________________________

This was a poem I had written for someone very special for his birthday 5yrs ago - hope he still remembers it fondly....

Reverse Life-Cycle

2006-09-06T09:55:00.001+05:30

The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus?!?
I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way.
Then you go live in an old age home.
You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day.
You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement.
You drink alcohol, you party, and you get ready for High School.
You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back, you spend your last 9 months floating with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on tap, then you finish off as an orgasm!!
Amen.
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(Coutesy - Seinfeld and my colleague, Thomas Koshy)

The Cloud and The Dust....

2006-08-29T17:55:00.000+05:30

Once upon a time, thus begins the tale,
a story of two lifelong friends - one male and one female.
The male was of fairer skin, was lofty, high and proud,
that perhaps the reason for his name being Cloud.
The female was a stronger one, blending in shades of rust,
child of Earth and Weather, she was rightly christened Dust.

One being resident of the skies, always fluttering without a care,
the other devoted to mother and home, shifting from here to there,
"You're made of only differences, this friendship cannot last",
was the reaction of onlookers, but that's the word of past.

Without really meeting up, they would wander around together,
Dust sifting on it's mother's chest, Cloud floating above like a feather.
They'd debate about intelligent things, like wisdom, art and history,
how they could read between the lines is still an enigmatic mystery.

The Cloud thoroughly admired Dust, for her wit, charm and heart,
and often wondered how she could hit bulls-eye on her first dart.
Dust would huskily laugh it away, taking an ego boost up her sleeve,
leaving Cloud to scratch his cotton head, only a sigh he could always heave.

Dust would often challenge him, to take turns to fathom her depth,
smartly enough Cloud would say no, admitting that he was inept.
Once in a while they'd argue and dig deep scratches of disgust,
but how long can even scratches show, we're talking of Cloud and Dust!

And thus goeth the story of two lifelong friends,
with time and patience one's got to see how this story ends.
Whether there'll be a full-stop or it'll be a never ending tale,
well, that's upto the Cloud and the Dust, the male and the female.
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This was a poem I wrote for a friend as a birthday present; hope 'he' like it!

It Happens Only Once....

2006-04-19T13:15:00.000+05:30

It happens only once not twice,
the moments scurrying past like mice,
life much too fast....
But only for the very brave, the strong, the true,
when the moment comes for you,
don't let it pass you by,
for in the twinkling of an eye,
the love is gone, the moment dead,
an empty ringing in your head,
you'll know when fate has whispered in your ear,
dear friend never fear,
for in the end its worth the fee, the cost,
when all is lost,
but love is one.
It happens only once not twice....

Calvin and Hobbes....

2005-10-18T17:36:00.000+05:30

A ladies' t-shirt with a painting of the famous comic strip characters "Calvin and Hobbes".
Priced at Rs.250* a piece.
* Excluding the cost of material

Sponge Bob Square Pants....

2005-10-18T17:29:00.000+05:30

A kid's t-shirt with a painting of the cartoon character "Sponge Bob Square Pants".
Priced at Rs.400* a piece

* Excluding the cost of the material

Eyes....

2005-09-12T14:07:00.000+05:30

A ladies' Fabindia kurta. Customized painting and designing.
Priced at Rs800* a piece.
* Excluding the cost of the material

What is my mistake?

2005-08-03T23:45:00.000+05:30

That I like receiving, but love giving?
That I prefer loving to simple living?
That I care for people when they don't for me?
That I can't live a slave and wanna break free?
That I can see a ray when everything's in gloom?
That I love to see an apple or a lily in bloom?
That I can feel a friend's smiles and tears?
That I'm willing to confront my darkest fears?
What is my mistake?
That I want to give my best?
I guess these are my mistakes
because I'm different from the rest!
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Who am I?

2005-08-03T23:21:00.001+05:30

I used to cry for the moon,
I used to cry for the stars,
cry for not having milk,
instead having candy bars.
Ma used to pamper me,
and pet me all along,
innocence was my virtue,
and life just flew like a song.
Then someone asked me,
"Who are you dear girl?",
and promptly came the reply,
"I'm a baby with a curl."

I used to play in the evening,
and whine in the morn,
not willing to go to school,
saying, "my bag is torn".
Dad used to chauffer me,
to class on everyday,
and then I used to bid him bye,
all smiling bright and gay.
Then someone stopped me,
"Hey baby with a curl!",
like a bullet came the reply,
"I'm no baby, I'm a girl."

I had a lot of friends now,
at home I'd hardly be,
my parents used to wonder,
"where is my child to see?"
College, friends and movies,
is where my world revolved,
I really couldn't make out,
into what I had evolved.
Then someone asked me,
"Hey girl what is your age?"
"It's bad to ask for numbers,
but I am in my teenage."

I stepped into a new world,
where nothing to me was known,
out of home for first time,
was a sign that I was grown.
Books, career and money,
always on top of mind,
leisure, time and love, I saw,
were always hard to find.
Then someone stopped me,
"Hey girl, what do you do?"
and sharply came the reply,
"I'm a mature woman, mind you."

I started finding love and grace,
some things I never knew,
the chatter in my mind slowed down,
and into a human I grew.
My philosophy in life became,
'what will be will be',
not a tension, not a worry,
no resistance mind can see.
Now if someone asks me,
"Who are you little woman?"
I have a complete answer,
"I am, I just am."
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This was one of my first compositions....when I started understanding the philosophy of LIFE....

So LoNg - FaReWeLl - AuF wIeDeRsEhN gOoDbYe....

2005-05-27T13:04:00.000+05:30

It's been over an year now, since I walked into this place,
with high ambitions in my heart and a trepid look upon my face.
My mentors smiled and welcomed me, with an open mind and heart,
'twas my first corporate lesson - "be cogent right from start".

As the days went by, more confident I did grow,
but with every passing day I saw, there was lots more I could know.
I've un-learnt, learnt and re-learnt different ways of doing things,
planning, forecasting, analysis, all the tools MS-Excel brings.

But now the time has come, to bid you all goodbye,
I find myself out of words, I can only smile and sigh.
This mail isn't being sent to you 'coz it's customary to do so,
if that's how you think it is, there's more that you should know.

This mail is in your inbox, to thank you for all you do,
and more importantly to tell you, that I've learnt something from you.
"Keep in touch" and "Thank you" are all that I can say,
will surely keep you close in prayers, I'm glad you came my way.

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This was my departing mail to my colleagues when I was leaving my first job....

Life's like that....

2005-05-04T12:09:00.000+05:30

I sat down at my desk one morning,
With a book and a cup of tea.
The story mid-way and the tea’s rich aroma
Were really alluring me.

In a hurry to get to the climax,
I put the tea aside,
When I absentmindedly took a sip,
My expressions I could not hide.

I spat out the liquid in disgrace,
There was no sugar in my cup.
But the book and my extreme lethargy,
Stopped me from getting up.

I struggled through my book and tea,
And somehow both I finished.
With the sugarless tea and bad story,
I felt I had been punished.

Then to my dismay I saw something,
Sugar in my cup.
A lump of it lay at the bottom,
That needed a stirring up.

Life’s often like that cup of tea,
With sugar always there.
But somehow we seem to overlook that,
‘coz our attention is caught elsewhere.

And when that deceiving elsewhere
Often lets us down,
We have a lot of regrets at heart
And a face with a frown.

In the wild goose chase,
Of chasing our heart’s fantasies,
We decided to turn away our backs,
To all of life’s realities.

So sit back and realize this,
Before your time is up.
Keep your eyes wide open,
For that sugar in your cup.

Dear God....

2005-05-04T12:03:00.000+05:30

Don't know how to begin God, it's the first time I'm writing to you,
but I'm sure you'll help me write this with true feelings, warmth and hue.

I wouldn't call it blind faith but I know you're always around,
to help me get through troubled days and keep my feet firmly on ground.

I remember you at prayer time and before having food each day,
and at least half a dozen times, "Oh God!..." is how I pray.

But you know that I believe you and consider you my friend,
someone who'll always be there for me, loving me till the end.

Sometimes I even blame you for not making things my way,
but you do so only to teach me, "thanks" is all I can say.

Every morning I pray to you and ask you for the same wish,
looking forward to the time when you'll finally bless it in my dish.

What you have in store for me is something I do not know,
but with every broken bit of prayer more human I do grow.

With every passing day it seems my faith in you grows stronger,
but you seem to be taking a test of my faith by making me wait little longer.

See, I started blaming you again but I know that you'll understand,
and help me get through the walk of life by gently holding my hand.

And so I'll keep trusting you till my last breath, till the end,
and I'm sure you'll not make me wait too long, simply 'coz you're my friend.

One Rainy Night....

2005-04-19T14:15:00.000+05:30

One rainy night I came, knocking at your door,
My clothes drenched in the rain, dripping on the floor.
You peeked through the keyhole and opened the door for me,
Your twinkling eyes and benign smile were all that I could see.
Taking pity on my state you promptly let me in,
Although a perfect stranger treated me like a kin.

You seated me by the fire and offered a mug of tea,
But your pretty face and warm voice were all that meant to me.
You put me very soon at ease, as if we were old friends,
The warmth in your tone affirming that it was not pretence.
At every move you made, my heart skipped a beat,
And though the climate was rather cool, I could feel the heat.

You spoke and smiled like a charming doll,
But what you spoke, I just can’t recall.
For my attention was caught by your lucid eyes,
I could just stare at them between smiles and sighs.
So deeply was I smitten by your charm and grace,
That for me time seemed to lose its subtle pace.

A magic onto me your eyes had cast,
A spell which would surely a lifetime last.
Everything about you was enchanting from the start,
It didn’t take too long to know that you’d won my heart.
You laughed and talked like an innocent dove,
But I knew for sure that this is what’s called Love.

Love at first sight, I never had believed in,
Thinking of my foolishness I could only cast a grin.
For I had fallen in Love the very moment I’d seen you,
The world around me brightened and everything seemed new.
That’s the magic of Love they say,
It makes the dullest of days seem gay!

But very soon from my dreamland I had to awake,
Bcoz the night had slid and dawn was about to break.
The sunrays soon melted and cleared the sky,
One peep inside me told that I was about to cry.
For I might not see my Love in my lifetime again,
And I’m not gonna have anyone to share my pain.

I reluctantly stood and offered to shake her hand,
Hoping that from my eyes, my Love she’ll understand.
She gently shook my hand and nothing more could perceive,
My heart sobbing from within was left alone to grieve.
She finally bade me adieu and behind me closed the door,
And that’s the last I saw of her and have hence seen her no more.

But even as of today, I chant her name,
Wondering why I was chosen to play this game.
“I Love you” – to her I’ve still not told,
And my journeys have become very barren and cold.
And that’s how my life changed drastically one rainy night,
I do, and you better too believe in Love at first sight.
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http://www.indiaworldradio.com/yourcreativity.htm
That was my first attempt at poetry....inspiration from the Hindi movie 'Raaz'....
And the above link has the same in audio with some mixing also done.

Sands of Time....

2005-04-15T12:28:00.001+05:30

The train came to a halt but he wasn’t at the door,
Her heart skipped a beat; how he’d look she wasn’t sure.
Meeting after a decade was the cause of their anxiety,
And the relation they shared now was of a different variety.
They had parted as childhood friends at the tender age of eleven,
And now to meet as sweethearts was to them a glimpse of heaven.

She frantically combed the train but he wasn’t to be found,
Her eyes began to moisten at the train's departing sound.
And then her eyes rested on someone she felt could be him,
Their sight locked each other’s and the world began to dim.
The smile on his face confirmed that her guess wasn’t wrong,
She ran straight into his arms and he hugged her tight and long.

After a cozy dinner they walked, up to the door hand in hand,
Their longest chat started no sooner did they land.
They chatted through the night and halfway through the day,
Only then did they notice the sun shining as bright as May.
Paused by small eating breaks their conversation kept on going,
And two days passed really soon without even their knowing.

Before she knew anything next, she found herself near the train,
To see him bid bye and go, caused her heavy heart to strain.
One last hug he gave and then he kissed her bye,
Fighting tears she smiled at him, she’d promised not to cry.
He smiled cheerfully at the door as the train disappeared from sight,
And she went to bed on a happy note with warm thoughts that night.

Those two days with her beloved changed her outlook towards life,
And she visualized him as husband and herself as his wife.
Even to this day she waits for her beloved to come back,
But chances of his return can only be termed as slack.
Don’t know what will happen next or whether her dream will come true,
Praying for their happiness is for the rest of us to do.
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This is a true life incident that took place in the city of Bangalore....
PS: My poems are mostly real life experiences, either of my own life or narrations of someone else's life that has touched me.... : )
PPS: Read in between the lines! ; )

I wish....

2005-04-15T12:22:00.001+05:30

I wish I was a bird,
That soared high up in the sky,
But keeping away from hunters,
Would be too tough a try.

I wish I was a tree,
Growing huge and tall,
But there are prowling lumberjacks,
Who could cause it’s mighty fall.

I wish I was a rose,
With bright yellow, pink and red,
But only a few days of glory,
And then it’ll droop down dead.

I wish I was a rooster,
Waking people every morn,
But soon after the hens lay eggs,
Someone’s plate it’ll adorn.

I wish I was a butterfly,
Fluttering colorful wings,
But it’s tough to even put up with,
All attention the color brings.

I wish I was a little boy,
With no worries up his sleeve,
But even he will grow up one day,
And will someday like me grieve.

I wish I could be something,
That has only pleasures, no pain,
But that’s against the law of nature,
No pain equals no gain.

On second thoughts I realize that,
That’s just what I am,
I’m blessed with enough brawn and brain,
To earn my bread and jam.

I wish I was more thankful,
For His enigmatic ways,
For making me the only sensible one,
As The Holy Bible says.

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This is my simplest poem....composed in a record breaking span of half an hour! ; )

Deja vu....

2005-04-15T12:18:00.000+05:30

Around the corner, near the lamp post,
I stood long waiting, willing to play host.
My clothes were scanty, the lights were dim,
And while scanning for potentials, my eyes rested on him.

A long coat he wore with a gentleman’s hat,
“He’ll be no different”, the thought in me sat.
But something in me said, he’d be a different one,
‘coz just a li’l glance of him caused my pulse to run.

Being prey to flesh hunters had become my profession,
It was not a choice, with skin as my only possession.
Making a living out of nothing is what my trade taught,
And in it I fell deeper with my life getting wrought.

To bear the touch of alien hands was very tough at first,
But soon the feeling waded, when my virginal hymen burst.
Much pain I did endure while waiting to get it over with,
But he demanded service worth his money and longer I did writhe.

I gradually got adjusted and came to terms with life,
Perhaps I’m meant to be a whore and not a worthy wife.
The anger and pain within me gradually did subside,
And my true self and feelings, now with ease I could hide.

‘Coming’ I always did fake, but with earnest plight,
My poor hunter believing me, while gripping me closely tight.
Practice from age sixteen made me a champ at the art,
And I learnt the hard way to put body before the heart.

The only relation I understood was that of physical pleasure,
And I soon gave up the hope of finding Love’s bounty treasure.
My hopes of finding my prince while trying to earn my bread,
Waned with every passing night, they only wanted me spread.

But he…he was different, right from the start,
His eyes bore deep, into my soul, into my heart.
He nodded at me, and asked me about my cost,
I gave him quite a discount, in his eyes I was lost.

An urgent hunger consumed us, which couldn’t be postponed,
We started to make out right there, our bodies tightly toned.
For the first time in my life I ‘came’, acting was no more,
My body ached with desire and my kissed lips were sore.

To his den we went and continued with our love making,
With the passion of unexpected Love, my whole body was shaking.
After many bouts of ferocious acts, we finally lay down spent,
It was the first time my lips with my body were lent.

I lay in my prince’s taut arms till the break of light,
No dawn could have presented me with a more welcoming sight.
He woke up with a smiling face and once more kissed my lips,
And handed me the promised sum asking if I wanted tips.

My heart like shattered glass lay scattered on the floor,
And I had no guts to pick them up when he walked out of the door.
Today, around the corner, near the lamp post,
I again stood waiting, waiting to play host…

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This is my latest poem....any by far my best one....