wait

Waiting here in shades of tears..without you life seems years away.

Yet the love we share will clear the air and the clouds wont hold no rain...

Love is all I have to give to you,hope is all I have in my veins...

Just a few more days princess before we see the light of day again..

Share...

Wings of fire, and shades of apprehension...

burning in a deep thought of contemplation..

if only you had extended your numb hands over my numb ones...

Sure would blood have gushed in to fill the surrounding vacuum....

Rabbit teeth, my princess of day dreams...

All is right, when I am you.. 

U make me feel a prince when all i want is be new to new...

Just to end my poem..can't live without you...

BABA ..the eternal king for the unblessed

They say all good things finally come to an inevitable end...and the Sikkim trip was no exception.....It came as a good breather for all of us who kept their promises...But what was so special about the trip that makes me write this one ????....well I guess there has to be something for sure....for me it was special as I got to catch up with my old friends...and made couple of very interesting friends in Sagar (an ocean of talent with a positive outlook towards life) and Newton (in keeping with his name he has developed a liking towards absolute dynamics that govern the daily activities, good photographer and more importantly a person with a good heart.)

Together we found solace in BABA (BABA Harbajan Singh) and the anecdotes that gyrate around him. As grapevine would have it BABA has been protecting the India China border for years now and has been constantly monitoring the Indian militants in the border to give their best with SLAP being his primary weapon to keep them on their toes. Common belief also has it that BABA would caution India three days prior(you will be able to guess why only three days)incase there is Indo China war.The best thing that attracts us about BABA is that he brings hope to our disgraced life. BABA had done nothing noteworthy of remembrance during his lifetime (though he was highly motivated and devoted and all towards his nation) to have a shrine constructed in his name…He was washed off by a running stream and found elsewhere three days later(now you know why, don't you) and before going to heaven he happened to bother few of his colleagues in their dreams (I guess it was more of an incubus for them), that led to the temple thing at about 13000 feet above sea level. So the learning from this exercise is get into a good institution, be highly motivated, being different in thoughts and deeds would add that extra “delta” to your cause, have a very sad death (against the run of play) worthy of pity. Last but not the least give some of your well wishers umpteen number of nightmares once you are done with. This will ensure that you are remembered more out of pity than for your deeds. But who cares anyways because a weak unsatisfied (frustrated one would also do) soul counts more than a normal one…

princess

And yet things be told even if they seem old

About how I feel when the trace of you is gone

The darkness is there but hope still seems to dominate

Dusty inside longs for a cloudless rain

An effort to bind things back to life..yes under the selfless heaven...

oh..others might wonder what's the point

For we belong to a world where they don't...

Breaking the dawn with soft caress ...

Is the princess of day dreams...

Perfect in her charming ways..

And brighter than the brightest star 

She fills me with love beyond words..

Extraordinary in her ordinary ways..

She wears the sun and yet loves the rain..

Evaded in the melancholy of time...

she found the one to be shared the oneness with...

Blessed is the soul that shares her love

For angels on earth is a forgone thing 

Until i met this charming miss 

Who all at once fulfills my thousand dreams...

Though I leave your town tonight,

You are all but sealed in my prayers and dreams

I'll soon be back to hold your hands 

And fulfill all our honest schemes.....