The Women I know.

Women are always unidentified. They never allow anyone to find their inner self for their reasons to be them! They make their own rules to remain unknown. From my life, I know (If I’m not mistaken) two class of women. Among the identified two, one cluster is the ones; somehow, or at certain point of time were with me for not any of my personal reasons. They liked me, or not; I believe, they are my friends. I’ve a unique place for them.

The other one which I know (the ‘exclusive singular’ which I’m taking for the other kind) is the one I believed as mine for my special excuses. But the problem is that she wants to be in my first cluster. For my preferences she remains a difference. We are extremes in my preferred group. Who said opposite attracts! (Even if the fact remains true that in me ‘nothing special’ that shimmers.)

She taught me that love is always kissing of two hearts. It is. She reminded me the love is yet not a selfish desperate yearning of a single heart. “When you feel blossoming of a spring in your heart alone, never mistook it as love.” She whispered. I always find it hard to believe why she remained as the one who loves to say ‘love me not’.

When ‘More- than – a – friend’ dilemma confuses me, I’ve no other countenance to search for or to be replaced; to soothe my heart’s undocked pain. For me she is always an answer for my unawareness. She made me understood that it’s hard to know a woman, and the women is not the one which I pre-conceived as. She is the one I love. Now I know, as she believes; “I don’t know her!”
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The Murderer of Love.

To be in love is,
Happiness expanded.

To engage in love is,
Emotions explored.

To separate from love is,
Ego’s energized.

To deny love is,
Circumstances cleared!

To discard love is,
No more excess love!

To Beg Love is,
Getting self killed.

In Love, I’m the Murderer of Me!
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The Eagerness that is you!

The eagerness which was glued on you,
Is today, my longing faded by you.

The moments I made tick for you,
Is today, my youth shortened by you.

The inspiration I derived from you,
Is today, my spur gust away by you.

The love that was christened to you,
Is for all days; my tears blessed by you.
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“Is it raining there?”

“Is it raining there?”
Yes, in my heart too…

I never had such a feeling of soothe,
I never heard your whisper go this fragile,

I never found drizzle’s sound any better!
I never felt any emotion, as piercing as you.

I never wish this sprinkle ever stop.
My dear, it is raining here, very hard.
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To know a 'special good' person!

“You don’t know me”,
It is true that;
I never knew you anything beyond my love.


“I’m not that good person as you think!”
I never had a false belief that there is some one
Equally as good as me, me and me! Oh!

“Don’t make me ‘that’ someone special in your life”
You were true; that I don’t deserve anything special!
Indeed, I’m aware that you didn’t mean I be worthy of any life!

"No coincidences will make the sun above shine brighter for me.
Nor the Omens will spark my blue moon’s wish."
Let me better know, who I’m, when your glow is missing.

but before -

“Let me try to know a different ‘special good’ person” -
Who is not you or neither me, but the distance;
That got widened from you to me!
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A Motivated Dream.

Dreams reveal a whole lot of things that makes you or me puzzled. Today was no other different day until I got pampered with a particular dream, which in a way, was a morale booster.

Its tweaked and faded blueprint starts from here -

A person whom I admired, abstained me from continuing a job that I was well desired for, he sacked me and drove me out. Some of my friends were sobbing with their heart, some were pacifying me, some were encouraging me, and some were praying for me in order to gift me the strength to prove what myself is I am.

Dumbstruck was I, left with no other option, packed my bag's back to home. Without enough money but with huge luggage I walked through the pavement of busy roads, weirdly alienated. Anything would prove less satisfactory for me unless it is my desire‘s unpacked!

But At times, when you yourselves are aware of the fact, the bloody fact, that you're not anymore in a herd makes you poignant enough to find your strength. You find a motivation from no where; you pick it from sand or clasp it from the breeze! But for sure, you’ll make a move.

I walked on. I had a meager meal. I searched for single room lodging. I found, I paid for it; I was on its wind swaying cot trying to gulp down some water from a steel jar. Spreading some old newspapers I lie down ignoring the decent delicate cot. “How I will get sleep? I’m getting drowned.” I said to my selves.

To be surprised I found a man hiding in that room. Before I was about to grow a mysterious fear, with a superfluous smile, finely hallmarking him, He asked, “Are you packing back home betraying your self?” I got perplexed. Erm…, I replied, “I’m No youngster than a confused lad of insipid dreams, and I myself furrowed my destiny to hell!”

The man continued smiling and said, “To hell? That sounds interesting!” you know, actually there is no one in hell, and who are in are peace lovers. All big rouges entered the heaven bribing and with corporate recommendations. In a way they’re making hell a better and peaceful place. You may even know the plight of some golden weddings which were made in heaven!

“So, you’re Lucky”, and he continued with a laugh -
“Make your Heaven out of the Hell!” he stopped laughing and walked out.

I want a day.

I want a day.

I don’t need any similar day.
I wouldn’t like to simplify the day,
Nor I would like to glorify the day
But I need a day.

I’m so mindful that this day should come along my way,
furthermore; it should carry away my woes.
It should be the day I dearly waited for.
I need this day.

I want to make most of the day.
I deliberately want this particular day.
I badly need this day.
I want today.