Men are from Mars...??

She was now looking at my eyes seeking for a solution and I was perhaps trying to hide scowl expressions. This was not because I was not comfortable with the discussion but I was feeling empathetic. She kept on telling me and asking me is she impatient or childish? Her words were fading away as I was playing with my mobile and thinking of the days when we used to sit together and talk about “Men are from Mars”. But today story is different because she is married now. Man is now not in Mars and she is not residing in Venus. They are both living on Earth with no option but adjust.
On a scoured and swept surface of my mind….. to me men are from Mars as far as sensitivity is concerned. How expressive girls are and how dour and dumb men behave in every relationship. Though I have no personal experience of such relationship, it is all what I have heard of. But it hurts when something hurts your friend. For the first time our discussion was dishonest on my part as I could not say he is wrong. I kept on telling her just give him time to understand you. At last she was happy, hugged me… thanked me but I felt like dishonesty strangled me….But now as she was happy …… I was happy too.


Every night when you close the eyes…..
You get together all day’s stories
You smile, you laugh……
Your heart dances and mind swings……
You find yourself flying with wings..
Amid this fantasy…
There comes a queer behemoth..
A million dollar question…..
What have you got n why are you happy??
Are there all strawberries in jelly??
A sweet pudding with no sugar..
Its all the story, its your will..
You snatch the stars
You reach the moon..
For the heart of hearts
For your love and life…
The happy heart then lands on ground..
It moves round n round…
you ask yourself..
Where is the heart I die for…??
Where is my love n life I lie for…??
Heart points on that peaceful figure…
The figure that brings happiness n pride..
Puts life in to life…
Its a reality or a dream..
Do ever your hearts meet??
Or it was an imagination…
To forget the life’s arena…
And to join the unknown..
You die for that heart,
Does that heart dies ever..
You die everyday
Does that heart ever bother..
Heart of hearts you say or,
hymns and prayers…
All in dreams…
All in imaginations…
In the end open the wet eyes..
Eyes once crowded with dreams
empty now..
Eyes now afraid to bid one more lifeless heart,
Heart that gives you love and life…
Then snatches all and brings you back
Back to the real world the real life.
Leaves you alone….
To dream more…….
To think more……

Running towards 1/4 th of journey...another milestone

One week after my b'day I see myself running towards 1/4th of journey.... another milestone.I juxtapose myself doing B.Tech and then doing M.Tech - a journey from a raw personality to not so raw personality.But not at all tired of constantly competing with a person (myself) who keeps on trying her hand in everything she looks around...but the interest has always been futile. This blog is another example...one more interest in series.

I look back..
I see myself
Calm and silent..
Determined but not virulent.
Writing hieroglyphics…
Yet not able to decipher that all..
The words too big..
And the heart so small.
Waxing lachrymose..
Not accepting the fake vows…
Used to swing to and fro..
Two ends – perfection and flaw.
Lost in labyrinths of insensitivity…
Each time I questioned in brevity…
Should I think over and over again?
Or Excommunicate the feelings in lighter vein…
The world so atrocious…
Or was I insane??
I used to think time and again…….
When I grew up??
When did I change??
My mind once a vagabond has chosen ways…
How to be happy how to sway…
My voice, my steps, my moments in the millions.
To be alone in a crowd…
And to buoy up with the memoirs..
Even when I sit alone.

I wish I could....

A sudden gush of wind.......
holds my hand...
Revealing a passion,
A burning obsession,
A fervid desire......
Like minds on fire...
It makes me to think,
Over and again...
About minds so profane....
I wish i could,
I think i should....
Noone dares and gathers,
The directionless flakes...
They wish they could,
They think they should...
Who dares to hold the wind...
Swerve the direction??
Make it ensconce
in the boundaries so lost...
Once marked with pride and values.
We wait and watch...
We think, we wish...
To make a niche...
Where someone let the birds free..
Let them live on a tree.
The tree - our nation..
The birds - courage, honesty and jubilation.

Sky..

Looking on the evening sky,
so calm so shy..
embracing the night's beauty,
and the feminine wiles..
It conceals the beauty spreaded across miles..
Primps and smiles the lofty sky..
standing forth the sea on the sly,
Waves now rising high and higher,
to bless the evening beauty on fire.
Sky then unveils the twinkling stars..
the cursory beauty lightens the dark.
All creatures sleeps warm and tight..
dreaming happiness all night.
New day welcomes the vivid sky...
Guzzling the beauty it had last night.
Wonder years came and now have gone...
heart still wishes the same old night sky..
afraid of the new day and new way.
Life keeps on swerving the ways..
Like the sky moulds the colours and shapes..
disgusts the heart and then buoys again.