The eyes speak they said,

You can read them they said,

The lips tremble when you speak they said,

The heart beats faster they said,

All I thought was about her when I loved her,

Wonder how this they felt -who said.

Every time she spoke all I did was smiled,

Every time she laughed all I did was smiled,

Every time she looked into my eyes,

All I did was smiled,

She made me smile, until the day I finally cried.

It had to happen someday they said,

These things happen they said,

With time you will get better they said,

Here I am still crying, still waiting,

Wonder if they all ever loved someone -who said,

Wonder if they all just lied-who said.

Every time I think of her all I do is cry,

Every time I miss her touch all I do is cry,

Every time I need that hug all I do is cry,

Nothing much that I could do then,

And all I can do now is wonder why………

They say we said.

the girl who is possessed

stumbling.....stopping...... ,
i search with all my heart...
from one destination to another apart;
i look with painful eyes,
despised.....deserted.......depressed and nw desperate,
moving from state to state,
i look for the girl;
the girl whoz possessed.

the girl whoz possessed,
with passion extreme, impassionate
inhibhited with love unseen;
the girl whoz possessed,
by a fearing bewitching unearthly charm,
graceless yet graceful,
when the world is faithless .....she'll be faithful.

unknown and divine,
the power of love shall intwine,
us unto that unbreakable, undividable embrace,
and then her grace, her gleaming face;
the girl whoz possessed with dreams undefined,
the girl who'll ferry with me forever.....till the sunset is reached.

so, still i stumble,still i stutter.....
but every stride in this unending tide of love
brings forth a new joy of hope;
that i will find her,
i will find my girl........the girl whoz possessed.

One of my Best Friends

Friends, they are the "bestest" creation of nature, & I consider myself very lucky, for being blessed with wonderful friends, who love me, take care of me, pamper me sometimes and piss me off as well. So, I thought while I am going to write about something or the other here, why not let it be an ode to one of my best friends. As I said, most of my good friends, the real close ones, take care of me and blah blah blah, but this friend here I am going to write about does not do anything like that, instead, its me who takes care of it, looks after it, and you can very well have my word on it that I love it.

This special friend of mine, my dad bought it for me. No, I am not talking any pet animal or a stuffed one for that matter. The first time I got this friend of mine was when i was 1 and a half.
OK! So, I know you're confused. But hang on for a li'l longer before I actually name my friend. I buy this friend of mine, used to buy it almost every 6 months when I was younger and have been using the same one for last 3 years. The first time I wrote about this friend of mine was when I was in the 8th grade and my friend's dad asked me to write a poem about it. It was then that I first considered the possibilities of considering "you" as a friend and not an inanimate object.

So, now that you'll all already know its an object, let me tell you that I am talking about my dear school bag. I know the idea is wacky but then what in the world isnt ? My school bag is one of my friends, its got graffiti all over it, they're my thoughts, so in a way my bag shouts out my personality my inner self, it knows me and flaunts the fact that it knows me. It helps me best, carrying my books, certificates and a whole lot of stuff beginning right from scissors to deodrant to my cell phone etc etc etc....

Its precious to me and thats why I thought why not pay homage to one of the greatest creations of the world ever. Love you :)