We - The Men !

God gives u reasons to be proud of,
and am no exception..
Thank you god.. for making me a man..
Who can fulfill each word of the definition..


I know you were always skeptical
about creating me and my likes..
You made the mistake , but don't bother..
We are not just about daggers and spikes..


I've heard that an island never cries
And a rock has no pain..
Thats why their names get lost in the ashes of time..
For, without tears and pain, there surely is no gain..


We men, give limits their new records,
We set new standards, new examples to follow..
we set the world in motion, set the time rolling,
This meniality is within, sorry you cant borrow..


U test me , so many times..
Every day, every hour, every min, every second..
Never mind.. I know u envy me..
Coz you still seek the power to mend..


Mend up things the way i can,
Relations, disputes, doubts. huh thats an endless list..
Nothing is beyond my reach, its just that i dont care ..
Forget the lines u engraved on my hands.. Check out my fist!


I , am the one..
Who u didnt wish to create..
But such was the passion somewhere inside of me..
You failed to write my fate.


Am the ruler of my destiny..
The Man you feared will one day rock ur throne.
heh.. sit there at ease.. i wont..
Had i wanted so, it was as easy for me as kicking a roadside stone..


So all the men out there, cheers to you..
From this brother in arms of you..
We shall continue to make life what it is supposed to be..
life that is life, and to this ignorant world, something new..


We men are wretched things, Achilles said ..
yeah u were right my friend..
But lets talk more about that when i meet you..
After I close my eyes.. at the Styx's end..

She who must not be named !

There, amidst the crowd, stood before me..

she who must not be named..

But she did something for which..

its only me who has to be blamed..

My heart skipped a beat ..

when she came up on the dias..

the one-of-a-kind stunning smile..

The inncocent beauty without any bias..

I wish she could feel it in the air,

and turn around to appreciate..

the innocent admiration in my eyes...

thats never gonna depreciate..

She was gone, before i cud even realise,

everything I wanted to said..

got tucked in some deep pocket of my heart.

Wish she cud be by my side, on this path that i  tread..

Life was good even wihtout her but,

It was difficult to get her out of my mind..

She was one of the few marvels i admired..

yes, she was.. err no.. is one of a kind..

she talks like soft pearls rubbing against oysters..

she walks like the darkness of the night..

she invokes in me a feeling that pumps me ..

against all odds of this odd life , to fight..

After ages, tonight i dont find my eyelids dropping..

i wonder where the hell has all tirednesss disappeared..

but this new strength.. this freshness..

reminds me to be prepared...

for it's gonna be tough to realise this dream..

to make it come true..

the dream that am now seeing with my eyes wide open..

as the pane of this window gets covered with dew..

Am a godless man.. but tonight..

I pray to Him.. as others ,who believe, do..

there has never been a desire so serene ,so pure..

let me have my moment of bliss , let it be true..

It happened one night..

If there was any one story I'd always wanted to narrate, It's got to be this one!

An experience I could die for!

This one is my tribute to THE TWO MEN, who gave me some of the best lessons of life!

I know I might just not be able to recreate the entire serenity out here..

But I could atleast try! And so, I did.. 

Here it goes-

A cold November night..

A deserted Delhi street!

Winter at its severest might..

Even street dogs making a retreat..

But there amidst all this..

Are Two men walking..

They are carrying some bags.. 

But why are they not talking?

The Yellow street lights ,

Shine brightly on their faces..

Both have their eyes wet with tears..

What the hell is wrong, any guesses?

The elder one is leading..

The younger lad is lagging behind..

He is finding it difficult to move..

and seems totally out of his mind..

The elder one looks asthmatic..

He is trying hard to breathe.. 

But is still walking as fast as he can..

Seems somewhere he urgently needs to reach..

They are together for sure..

But why isn't anyone saying anything?

Why are tears rolling down..

I don't understand a thing..

As the forced breaths reach his ears,

the younger lad this time offers help..

Give me the bag, U look tired..

It's fine, I will manage, was the reply..

Come on hurry, we might just miss the bus..

The elder man commands, speeding up a little..

Finally we have some words exchanged..

Silence however is rarely  brittle..

Both have again turned silent..

They are still walking..

The road seems never ending..

Have still no clue what's happening..

The bus station can now be seen..

Both of them quickly wipe off their tears..

Clear their throats and get ready ..

as the end of the sojourn nears..

Throughout the walking excercise..

One could feel emotions everywhere..

It was time to separate..

And everything suddenly seems so clear..

The bus is ready to leave..

The driver is blowing the horn..

Time seems to be racing..

it's already early morn..

They smile and hug each other..

Say their goodbyes..

There is silence again..

"say something! fools!" my heart cries..

The bus has started moving..

the younger lad gets inside..

Adjusts his bagpack..

and opens the window up wide..

He can't see the other man anymore..

Couldn't he wait for a while longer?

His checked eyes are now flooded..

he couldn't act any stronger..

As the bus approaches the ISBT exit, 

He sees a faint figure waving..

Clears his eyes and realizes it's him..

Ice-cold breezes , he's braving..

As the bus approches him,

the headlight flashes onto his face.

He could see a pain fiercer than his own.

"Regards" he shouts from the window..

"take care" he replied..

The bus sped away from the gate...

They are still waving at each other..

Till they disappear out of eah other's sight..

Lord! This has been one helluva night!

This younger lad inside the bus..

He is crying like a 5 yr old kid..

I realise how for the last one hour, 

I have seen emotions communicate..

Stronger than words.. Stronger than silence..

It was one life altering incident..

And I will surely never forget..

How one fine early morning,

I learnt the strange ways in which love communicates..

Why is it not always necessary to tell people ..

How you feel about them..

But how relieving it is at times,

To confess that you care,,

Why can we still hope..

Against all darkness, all bondages..

How love crosses all boundaries..

How omni-pervasive is it's might..

All this and a lot more questions were silently answered ..

By these two men, to me, that cold November night! 

Soak up the sun.

How do I explain..
My love for the scorching summer sun..
I just love the way
It burns inside..
And then chars us out here..
As if exacting it's revenge..

But I just don't complain..
I have fallen in love with it...
I love the fire that burns inside..
I just love the way it continues to burn..

For I love the feeling
when a bead of sweat..
tricles down my sidelocks..
Giving me a consolation that..
Yes , Am sweating it out..
No matter how futile it seems..
But yes, am sweating it out..

Don't curse the Sun,
It already is ..
Dying a slow death itself..
But sustaining the flame of life ..

It shall receede ,
When the limit is reached..
Do not doubt it's mercy..
Let it enjoy it's time..

The summers gonna be over soon..
Enjoy the Sun, the stillness in the air..
Who knows what a summer would be like
If the Sun just refused to shine..
Praise it's beauty..
While you still can..
The sun is our hero..
let it not die an unsung death..
It's not always fun..
But I just love the Sun!