Not so Fake!

When I liked you,

You called me Desperate.

When I brought you flowers,

You called me cheap.

When I sent you things,

You called me creepy.

When I fought myself to be with you,

You called me pricey.

When I cleared my schedule for you,

You called me jobless.

When I embraced you,

You said you liked it too.

When I confessed my love to you,

You said you never felt the same way.

When I tried to move on so you could be happy,

You called me FAKE!

What is this puzzle of life?

I am lost for someone and yet discovering myself time to time.

I bow down to you, oh! myself…

Because you’re the one to guide me,

and you’re the one to try me!

This is a poem by me, hope you all liked it. Thanks for visiting and reading 🙂

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The Promise!

 

 

The night I saw you across the hall,

I ignored you like a complete stranger at all.

If I only knew you will enter my life with that first kiss,

And not a single day without your thought will ever go missed.

Your every single touch makes my heart beat the fastest,

And your every single word brings me calmness.
The distance between you and me feels like a million miles,

But my love for you will last till a plastic flower dies.

I think life without you will be pitch dark black,

The will to get closer to you is all I lack.

I am scared, I am lost, I need to make this decision of life,

And it hurts like my heart is getting stabbed by a knife.

You aren’t sure, you don’t know it yet,

But my feelings for you is something I can’t go let.

I don’t want to be the one who is always behind you,

I wan’t you to have your space and do what you like to do.

I just want to know do you want this or no,

And whatever your answer will be,

It won’t affect this hobo!

I don’t know if after a while ,

Whether you’ll be in touch with me,

And if you don’t….

….promise me you’ll remember me!

Isn’t it funny?

Isn’t it funny when money is chosen over love?

Isn’t it funny when someone lives yet dies everyday?

Isn’t it funny when you are surrounded by your loved ones but yet lonely?

Isn’t it funny when everything is bright but dark within?

Isn’t it funny when you meet your love everyday and yet you can’t call it yours?

Isn’t it funny when you’re awake but yet lost?

Isn’t it funny when someone who means life to you calls you “worth of nothing?”

Isn’t it funny when a person is so hungry that the only thing he can eat, is  his hunger?

Isn’t it funny when people think the only stress teenagers have is regarding studies?

Isn’t it funny when you set higher goals and don’t work hard enough for them?

Isn’t it funny when you see another person in trouble and yet don’t bother to do anything?

well…Not really funny but it’s rather sad, absurd, hurtful etc. At times it’s the irony that hits the bulls eye. So it’s time to see the irony way.

Thanks a lot for visiting and reading 🙂

With Bare Hands Only.

Bare Hands Only!

Surrounded with family and friends and yet so lonely,
Trying to fight myself with bare hands only.
It feels like I am drowning in my feelings,
With nothing to support me, not even railings.
With life turning dark as black,
The power of support is all I lack.
I feel like a slave; the one who has no life meaning,
Banging my head on the wall, screaming out loud for some hearing.
Everything seems blue with me choking on my own breathe,
With life goals filled with holes are being the reason for my death.
I am stung by my mind and can’t think further,
All paralyzed waiting for myself to render.
That void of frowning and tears which never closes,
All the energy I have ever gathered,
have fallen on the floor and has been shattered.
I won’t give up, I won’t die,
Because, I know this is all a lie.
Surrounded with family and friends and yet so lonely,
Trying to fight myself with bare hands only!

This is a poem written by me. Thanks for visiting and reading 🙂

A runners poem.

I am a runner,
who is a marathoner.
I run on my track,
Which is my daily path.
Just like my daily run,
This is an another one.
Whether I’ll finish it or I die,
I won’t fall weak nor I’ll cry.
This time I’ll be running for an another reason,
Which is as deep as a chasm.
I lose my breather as I run,
I try not to lose my vision.
Slow and steadily I,’ll reach my goal,
And  hoist my victory flag on that pole.
Finishing this run is my only dedication,
All the cheers for me are my motivation.
I see the finish line on the end of the track,
I cross it and that’s my payback.
I’ll remember every moment of this run,
Which is as sweet as a cream bun.
I’ll come back next time after training harder,
And cross my previous limits as this is no blabber.
I’m a runner; a marathoner,
And always remember:
You too can run, run for a cause and run for your health!

This poem is written by me. I am a runner and my dream is to complete the 42km Mumbai marathon one day! Hope you all liked the poem. Thanks for visiting 🙂

An Apology.

When I first met you my life turned upside down,My heart skipped a beat,

And it felt as beautiful as a rose blooming on a completely wrecked ground.

It was a like a new hope of friendship which I desired,

And my life from the sad town completely retired.

Your smile can cure zillions of frowns,

And it is as beautiful as a queen in her royal gown.

I cherished every moment with you,

And smiled every second when I thought of you.

But, then came a time when I did something wrong,

And the beautiful friendship was completely gone.

You had a reason to not trust me,

And everything happened because of me.

Finally I got the courage to write this poem and dedicate it to you,

And tell you how sorry I am to do this brutal thing to you.

I don’t know whether you will ever talk to me or no,

But I do know that you will forgive me one fine day.

I Wish you all the best for your life,

and I know you will rock and ace it!

because you know to Grace it!

This is a poem for a person I have done wrong. Thanks for visiting and reading 🙂

A Simplicity Of A Teacher.

Is there a teacher who holds an importance in my life?

Do I have any teacher who has influenced my life?

I asked my brain, and the answers just rained.

The name of the teacher is Sudha Nair,

You can’t find anyone like her in the entire Shire.

She is filled with the colour red.

She is bold as the colour black.

She puts on her glasses.

and takes  everyday Classes

Her intelligence and her beauty is flawless,

She gave me a plateful of knowledge.

Some of the knowledge came from books,

which were weird and ugly in looks.

Apart from Being a teacher she is an amazing wife,

                            And has 2 little beautiful angels in her life.

She is an inspiration for everyone,

and is a friend more than a teacher.

Few things she told me is something I will remember,

  • You can do it! Be yourself! Enjoy your life!