Yes, I don’t have a correction pen.

An attraction born in the december snow,  

amidst the films and the fun times,

a name-popular went into heart,

without the self knowing a thing about it!

 

Though unasked, unseeked, again & again

It knocked at her doors damn loudly.

clearly can’t construe the time, but the name

was thundering through the eardrums.

 

The mystery man occupied the special throne,

set aside for the prince-in golden robes!

Irresistible is a tagline for AXE,          

but it is a feel mellifluous.

 

Like my Joey Tribbiani’s fairy tale,

of a stable boy and the princess-forbidden!

Worst has been said, but the bad has been done.

I don’t have a correction pen, and can’t borrow it once again!

 

But this ain’t a mistake,

even if the world pronounces so!

even if the one concerned proclaims so!

This ain’t a mistake,

for it is my love-as simple as it can be said!

I would stay bounded till this stoned heart breaths again!

 

Morning glories ain’t intended to grow in the shade!

From the sorrows spring the best of poetry,

I read a few sometime back,

It was the song of a young bird in love,

But with a broken wing she was in hell.

I feel I am the same, by unfolding

the womanhood in a certain ‘said’ way,

A way to drive our lives to dungeon!

So dear girl who writes her heart-out in lovely words,

Your tears are too sweet to be shed for a rogue!

 

I know love is like a winter coziness,

a furnace that keeps you warm all night long.

And that we shiver to death, once outta it!

My basket is kinda empty too,

save the only cherry left in the hoop!

 

I am a goalie without a headgear,

I am bruised with many a hit and smash, 

I look a fool to those in gallery,

But I dont back off from this game,

This I play only to win!

 

Morning glories ain’t intended

to grow in the shade,

This I read somewhere now,

So are you, the cute pretty one!

Shed not a tear more, waste not a minute more,

Write for happy moments sake,

And bring smiles to these random stalkers

 

@ My midnight random blogging and the moment when I came across the tear filled poems she jotted down for her lover!

 

 

 

This is for my angel!

Lemme schedule some randomness out here,

My policy is a poem,

A fair birthday gift for my angel!

Here, I bring the clock down to 2004, to

Those school-bus trips,

Those random walks,

Each new packet of lays,

Amb, Style Plus, Museum, Kanakakunnu,

Your study room, theppumukk terrace, my balcony, 

Those heated political debates,

Spiritual n social talks,

My Idealism,

Ammu’s Communism,

And your Realism.

No girlish fights, no silly disputes,

Those were the days of confidence!    

 

Now the clock hit 2012!

And we are no more teens!

No more –isms left in us too!

 

They say Dravid is the great wall of India,

But you, my angel, are that wall for me!

I come to you with a mind full of million worries,

But always return beaming, reflecting your tranquil mind.

So dear angel, here is a deal!

In the coming birth, I be a boy and you be a girl,

And we shall fall in love-deep and beautiful.

Each dayspring, when those tresses of brown curls kiss

your lovely face,

I shall whisper, ‘how beautiful my love is!’

We shall tie the knot and stay at thepumukk,

& kick some big round ass there!!  @Ammu George.

All these words of love are honest,

For I did revoke the earlier deal with Providence,

& postponed my wedding with Dravid for another birth

 

On this day, when you turn 23,

I am extremely excited to say, “You make me proud!”

For none other than you,

                                            Let the wings of passion take her dream up to the skies!

For none other than you,

                                            Pursued the great dream & reached behind and beyond the Camera!

In none other than you,

                                            Have I seen love, so pure and gentle for those around!

And none other than you,

                                            Have been blessed with THE BEST MAN EVER!

 

Hmm…and,

When I turn sixty,

And sit by the shade, in the wicker chair,

Sipping some tea and reading Marquez,

I would know for sure that time is just an illusion,

And this friendship would always speak a language of its own,

For even then, I can talk to you as if we were sixteen!

 

P.S. when you are known to me inside out,

        None of the above written might be good enough,

        The least I can say is,

        “love you my angel, will be there with you always,

         And have a wonderful birthday! mwaah :*

haha! remember? 8 years ago!

 

I know I ain’t

 

I know I ain’t lubricating much,

It is not coz I love you any less,

You see, my heart is lil summer dry, 

And we just have to wait for the rains.

Then as you referred, it’ll be a water fall,

Rushing more than you ever wanted.

 

I ain’t much a player in this court, but have the guts to score,

a goal-memorable.

Shall we continue this foreplay a while longer? 

And if I’am not wel-coming even when its high time,

you could wait a little more, couldn’t ya?

 

 

But if you couldn’t and move on, leaving me still dry,

I shall stay here, till the monsoons come

to bless my fields with abundance of rain.

And as seasons take many more cycles, and years start rolling down,

One night you might turn up.

For how far can you go, leaving your field behind?

And when you come by,

I’ll be here itself, a fully fertile field, waiting for those seeds to be sown.

For, ‘Might’ indeed is a mighty word,

And the hope that ‘you might turn up’ is making my limbs move forward.

 

 

 

For a dream, straight from the heart.

In this night,when the stars are breathing down,

I find me alone, yet happy,

though not much of a future to look upto,

In the shades of this smoke, I find my happiness,

Indulging with the only thing that would last me like my better half, my lonliness.

One word for my love but,

I would love you, even if you care not to come see me, even if you care not to hear me,

I would love you, like no one has ever done before,

and if you stay with me during this summer, I promise you a spring of love.

Even if you don’t, I would still love you,

till I breath the last.

 

crap. wait…i’ll clear it.

Its high time I clear this chunk from my head,

Its taking a toll-uncontrollable, on me.

I have loved and lost once.

Its not the act of love, but the one I love, that matters. 

First love was hard; pushed myself into it.

This time, it’s easy, couldnt help but fall in love.

He is a man of Intelligence; a value I cherish SECOND most.

FOREMOST is the Integrity with which he shares his future alongside me. 

I want a man who is willing to walk on broken glass to ask me to spend the rest of our lives together.

Where have I gone wrong now, in the pursuit of my love.

I guess,

I should open up my deepest fears, my wildest fantacies, and darkest secrets with him.

This would be my last love. I cant stand on this podium as a joker again. 

I will do it or die.

Oh, My man in black and white, It is all upto you now.

Else at 30, Heavens will make love to me

 

He was my boyfriend, but I was just his timepass.

 

This is something which I thought would never end;

This was my dream;

My strength;

The real me.

This was my first love, and you, my first and only man.

Glad and satisfied I was.

Little did I know, I was being cheated.

I was never your dream, your strength, and you were never real.

It was never ‘love’ for you and I was not the ‘only’ one.

I was just “one among the many”!!!!!!!!!!!

A scapegoat due to my ignorance.

He was my boyfriend, but I was his timepass.

I was just ‘one among the many’.

While surrounded by friends and family,

Aswani was an extravaganza.

When alone, she was inevitable.

Now, with a full stop on;

My ex-darling,

You might get many attention deficient sluts to flirt around with;

But know for sure,

I was unique and you have missed me!

No one could ever love you the way I loved you.

At the end of the day,

You are the looser, you alone are!

P.S: Written with a heavy heart and a heavy hand.

 

In memory of a long lost friend…

Dear friend…

Three years after we have fallen out of our friendship;

I am penning down, all I want to tell you.

One mindless mistake of a strained youngster;

Leading a half-dreamy life.

Another mistake of yet another youngster;

Leading an equally half-dreamy life!

Wasn’t  it all, that went wrong between us?

One misunderstanding; one lack of trust;

And we fell out of that adorable friendship?

Had we been anywhere, but outside that campus of our’s,

Wouldn’t things been different?

The loneliness, emotional trauma and depression which we endured

all through living there,

made us less tolerant to each other…

If the supra power above all of us, ever give me a chance

to relive one day of my life;

it would be that August day, 3 years back…

May be neither you nor the people out there, could believe

but…ever since those 1095 days…

in all my dreams…i see your beautiful face…

you and me, laughing out loud at those jokes…

gossiping mindlessly…

fighting and then hugging and forgetting it…

our love!

That love; so pure and adorable which we seemed to have forgotten

Over a silly happening..

Atleast before I breathe my last,

Do read this,

Come visit me

And let’s relive our lives!

We both were great together!!!!

Love you for ever…dear friend…

 

when words fail!

With a longing for words…I pen down my thoughts…

Incapable I am, in this pursuit of expression…

I would rather fail in this act, than not attempt at all…

Thy would know what I mean to tell, though my mind seem bare!

As the star that illuminates the scary wild way ahead,

As the breeze that gently soothes the tired physique,

As the sea which silently rushes onto my feet and

Patiently hear those pain-filled words,

As time passed by, dear ‘star’ ! you turned to be my ‘routine’!

Though each day was differently filled by proportions of joy & sorrow,

One thing remained invariable!

The joy of receiving a “GudNite da  :)” routinely!

Much of a wait, and by the side of the friendliest lake,

We sat a night, to add to our golden memories of being together,

By the fire, shower of drinks and shade of smoke!

You and I said, “Cheers” …

thick and thin we both are   you were there through my thick and thin

so hear me out when I sing, “Happy Birthday Binusee!”

mwaah!

 

you! who are you? me! what is me?

Do you know why have I befriended you?

There is this feel of wonder within me which kept triggering to know you…

Wonder, as Descartes must have meant! 

This feel to know who you exactly are…

But why? What is my relation to an anonymity like you…?

Why on earth should I know you ever…

Answers to the asked above are none!

All I can put forth is this basic instinct “to know”…

To know what…? Don’t ask…I am mum on it…

May be this wonder is antediluvian…ever present in every human…

May be its just what I, as an individual feel…

Whatsoever the confusion is, the truth is, I feel it…I feel it so damn strongly…

May be there is some politics in it… let some philosopher solve it…

I m no good at it…

May be it’s a politics of wonder…why is wonder creeping in me so extensively?

Buhahaha…how will I know!

Now leave all the crap…settle…oh…NO!!

Is this a beginning? Does this have an end? Or is the beginning same as the end?

My bloody mind! Hell with it…exam in an hour…and I am penning this crap!

But this is me…