NO LOVE IS TOO WEAK TO RE-KINDLE.....

Dear Braid,

           
                  You stood beside me so strong,
                  to help me maintain the smile.
                  As all those algebraic and geometric log,
                  tried to takeaway my smile.

                  Ours was an affair to remember,
                  so sweet, so happening.
                  Then came the split ends to whom we had to surrender,
                  so hard, so saddening.

                 You put me under limelight,
                  but i put you under darkness.
                  Then you went away taking a flight,
                  i couldn't stop you for i was too helpless.

                 After all the pain and suffering,
                 Then came the dove,
                 to blossom our love,
                 so helpful so caring.

                 Oh dear Braid! come back.
                 For no gap is too long to re-build
                Oh dear Braid! come back.
                For no love is too weak to re-kindle.

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A single white curly hair........

                        Standing in front of the mirror i was just about to pluck a single white hair on my head, suddenly a long lost thought passed by. When my grandpa died i was 11 years old, at the time he struggled do take his last breathe i was sitting beside him with my fingers playing with a single white curly hair that stood on his chest. 
                             whenever i got a chance to rub his chest  to ease his chest pain, i use to make sure that i spent some good time with that single white curly hair. He is not there now neither the hair, but still i can feel the curl of that hair, i can still feel his skin, i can still feel the smell of Zandu balm applied on his chest, everything is so fresh.

                               Now, as i stood in front of the mirror to pluck that single white hair on my head, i leave it unplucked for reasons unclear, may be in remembrance of that single white curly hair which stood on my grandpa's chest.                        

So far.....yet so close.....

                           I wonder, why does my heart ache when Sachin gets out, i wonder why do i feel so depressed upon a Manchester united loss, i wonder why do i feel lost when Federer looses a match, i wonder why these things happen.
                           They are so far from me, yet i feel so much for them, there are times and situations where and when i don't feel much sorry, sad, happy or anything for the nearest people who are part of my daily routine, they are so close to me yet so far from heart.

                            I wonder why this happens, " so close yet so far...and so far yet so close."

A feel so important.......

                   A 38 year old man, a total stranger to man-woman romance thing, i have been seeing this man since 4 years, every time i see him i got a sad feeling for this man for all the fun he had missed in his life, on one such situation i  got a chance to make a prank on that man in the name of a woman, it was very easy to fool him as he had no practical experience of the real thing, it was fun for me followed by guilt, he was so happy with what was happening with him, i was so sad with what i was doing with him, i was unclear about why was i doing this or why did i start doing this, and of coarse nobody has the rights to play with others feelings.

             Days passed, i was afraid to tell him the truth, i was afraid of hurting him, i was afraid of loosing a food friend, one fine day he came to know about the fact from a third person, he came to me and said, " last month was the best month of my entire life, no matter what, you gave me the feel i was unaware of, thank you". 

           Even today i see him everyday always wearing a smile on his face, but i can see the sadness in his eyes, may be, he might be missing that feel............

               

A POEM FOR CHANGE: a catch so obvious.....

For me, first winter ice-cream
was just enough to make my nose run.
For me, her first glimpse
was just enough to make my heart run.


For her, going away would be a better option
but she didn't, for reasons unknown.
For me, letting her go would be a honorable option
but i couldn't, for reasons unclear.

she chilled my life, for reasons half known
like the coldest wine chilling a empty stomach.

For now, she wanna go far away
I ask,"why now, why not then."

she whispers:
" For me, first winter ice-cream
was just enough to make my nose run.
For me, your first glimpse
was just enough to make my heart run."