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……