love letter

He loved a girl and loved her more than the spring would love a rain. He felt more complete on getting a glimpse of her than a river would feel on reaching an ocean. Ocean it was, his love for her and still he couldn't express his feelings in three simple words.
I wrote this love letter on his behalf to be conveyed to his object of affection although it never reached her and the person in question is still in sufferance.

Gone r the Days of my freedom
Now I m your slave -
at least in soul.
the Romeos today face stiff competition
As I m bowled over and in your complete fascination
Nothing of the sort had happened before
to me and I was happy to be sane and sure.
Your, but one glimpse has left me breathless.
Your memories take up my full night
And a great part of the day.
It isn't for your looks
that I have fallen this time,
It is something much beyond that -
Something unworldly I feel about you.

It is not physical -
this love I mean.
It has more to do with the soul.
I renounce, hence -
I am yours
But will you be mine?
I love thee
But will thou shower thy love on me?
O my goddess;
Just say yes;
Even a nod will do fine
I m ready to wait till the doomsday
But I will certainly prefer if it comes today
Your reply I mean.

My lady and our friend

I wrote this when I was heartbroken, tottering, limping around. The girl, I had crush on, had long moved ahead, leaving me banging my head on the walls. But you know what – fate finally smiled on me and I did it, what I had been longing to do. It is this story that I present before you.

One day,moving about in the street,

I came across my very old friend sweet.

We started with a formal 'hi' and 'hello'

And then we talked about another class fellow.

It was the guy who had fallen in love

with the same girl on whom I had my crush.

He beat me there and proposed her first,

The girl agreed and my poor heart was hurt.

My love,my girl, he had so cleverly trapped

that I was left strangled, choked and gagged.

The two shared a passionate relation

And kissed around much to my desperation.

For all my attempts to erect, between them, a wall,

I consistently got to eat bricks and balls.

So, tired,I had lost all hopes to get her

when this lucky bit of news got to my ear.

The guy now had split with my lady

And not without a fight quite good,quite saucy.

They had shouted at each other and on phone

And prayed for hell for each other's soul.

The couple now was formally split

And this bit of news brought back spring in my step.

I went ahead,I lost no time,

My sweetheart now she is, that lady so fine.

So, friends take my word -

Don't lose time to confess your love

A delay, and you never know,

someday else will trap and take away your dove.

May be, I am not as great as I first thought I was

I wrote this when I was in the blues.
My myth of a life was getting busted right in front of my eyes and it was hard for me to bear it.
I was trying to gather the ashes.
trying to be a phoenix.

May be, I am not as great as I first thought I was

With years of forced conviction.

the luxury of being the sole walking

in a bunch of those who limped;

the fortune of being OK

in a group of the average;

The views strengthened

with biased results

and I start thinking

Hey, may be , I am good.

The ego soaring 

no rational thinking

Oh yes, I think I am great

And the butterings, the pamperings;

the one eyed king

in the kingdom of the blind

And then I come out

to face the world;

to fight a lonely battle

with no aides by my side;

and still I win the first round

and I think, 

May be, I am really great

This, the trick,

the God had played

I drop my guard

only to be thrashed by life

in round two, three and four.

But I still think- 

I will come back

I am great

The game’s not over yet.

And then I am knocked out

I lose the match,

All battered and thrashed.

Its now that I realize 

May be – I am not as great as I first thought 

Though the belief 

Has yet to go in all

But subdued greatly, oh yes.

“Worry not , though” , I still say to myself

Not all is over yet

There still are a

hundred bouts remaining 

Super human – Oh no, you are not

but human alone can win

Be yourself, just see the light 

And don’t think of win,

Just enjoy the fight

This is all - I say to myself