I am.

(this ones for Pa. tc dad n God bless)

I am the shades of green on the plastic plant.
I am the trail of a tear in the eyes of a spoilt kid.
I am the burnt rubber mixed w/ blood on the hard road.
I am the over boiling, spilling milk near the tired, lost house maid.
I am the fear in the heart of a death sentenced rapist.
I am the colour of the bruise on the face of the abused boy.
I am the drug abuse of the parent.
I am the temptation to run away from problems.
I am the empty head of the yapping chic and the lust of the guy staring at her.
I am the desperate kiss and puff of smoke after the fling.
I am the unchanging steady face of the violent child.
I am the greed felt by a young beggar looking at the building.
I am the relish in the left over food.
I am the satisfaction of a rich man and mediocrity of the middle class man.
I am the happy guilt of the first kiss and scared freedom of the last.
I am the relaxation of a pedicure.
The howling of a hungry dog.
The blazing fire in the candle light dinner.
I am the power to manipulate, plot and hurt an innocent soul.
I am the smudge of kohl near the eyes of an old whore.
I am the wishing eyebrows of a drag queen.
I am the bejeweled hands of a show off and sparkle in the tear during sex.
I am the cable wire blocking the sky and dark eye shadow of a seductress.
I am the cut wrist and the bad hair cut.
I shine in the sun reflecting in your sweat.
I am the obsession and ridicule of a bully.
I am the blush on the bride’s face and knife to cut the cake.
I am the jealousy and helplessness of the ex and empty pride of the present.
The speechless head of the retired breadwinner.
The ink for the writer.
I am evil...
I AM.
Who am I? I am God!

Around me

(hmm another poem written long time bk. lets jus say im in da mood of posting stuff :D)

Everywhere around me I see people...
Different, loving, trying, thinking,
Hoping...

Everywhere around me I see things...
Good, bad, bright, dull;
Just there.

Everywhere around me, I see space...
Lots of it.

Just a simple empty space,
Which unearths its way between all this...

And then the battle begins;
My amour of defense comes up;
I try to wrestle, but who can fight space.

It was like the desert sand,
Fatal but when held slips away…

Then they come…people and things for your salvage.
You hide behind them and it seizes your being even intently…

I observe it as it fills me up and consumes me,
I observe as it shows me inside every one and every thing
I wonder if this is what we have in store,
Of this momentary and alluring span of life…

Seduction

(random poem scribbled on the note pad, hence no puncutation and grammer, altho i love its rawness. written long time back.)

i knw what ur doin, its ur job...
u do it all da time.
ur lips n ur eyes move
they move... responsivily, passionatly.

then u move ur hands
expressively and proactivly
ur attitude and ur language change
suitably, accordingly.

i see everything inside u too,
i react correctly.
but somethin else is on my mind,
my eyes give it all away

then i read my mind n smile
shyly and slyly.
if u knew wat i was thinking...
u'd stop ... stop wat it is tht ur doing

ur talking abt somethin.
some worldly topic, some social issues,
some political concern discussed philosophically
or simply jus commenting wittly

but i see somethin else.
i see the fire burnin behind it,
it spreading everywhre u see or reach, unknwingly
and heating up slowly

u do not need nething else.
the mental foreplay is on
read the signs systematically
u own every bit of it...

ur seduction is done intelligently
its cutting the body slowly
ur power is tempting me in extasy
and ur eyes make me surrender respectfully

n well our conversation is over
so we'll just get back, its abt time
continue with the work physically
but enjoy the sparked up storm soulfully

Dreams

(wrote the 1st para longggg bk... the rest is a creation by me and my best pal vishal. so its different. its fun tho u shud try... 1 line by each one. different creation. this also happens to be my 1st story with a nonhappy ending. so its a lil sad :P neways hope u guys enjoy... o n i dedicate this to vishal talsania... to you vishy... for always bein thr and managing me. love u)

He opened his eyes and it was a beautiful forest surrounding him. it looked like he was the first one to be there. His eyes saw lush green trees with wild flowers hanging. He was breathing earthy smell with wet wood. The air seemed moist and cool on his skin. It was like he could taste the moisture. He was meditating there. His head and heart were peaceful. All his senses were at their pleasant best. He slowly got up to move near the constant, soft music in his ears it seemed to be coming from near by. It was a water fall. He moved the bushes and slowly moved as if he was floating. As he went closer with every step the music became clearer and smoother.

He was moving towards the fall. He could feel the water droplets on his face. He was moving towards the water his feet almost touching the water. Suddenly, he saw a girl emerge out of water. High cheek bones, long hair adorning her curved waistline, deep black eyes going perfectly well with her dusky complexion and coat of water droplets all over her body. She was the most beautiful angel he’d seen. And she was looking straight into his eyes. As if looking into his heart. She was walking towards him. She came closer and closer with every beat. Closer, closer, closer he could feel her icy breath on his face now. And she walked through him. As if he was thin air. He felt chilled icy chilled puff of breeze. As she went past.

He looked behind to see who it was and he saw no one. And his shirt was wet with water stains. and as he wondered, the music grew stronger. It was almost enticing him now. Seducing him towards the beat. It was all around him now. It was evading his soul. Suddenly it stopped. And he fell unconscious on the ground faintly seeing the image of the angel he saw before.

He woke up in his familiar bed. And faintly through his sleepish eyes he saw Zheel coming out of the bathroom, glowing and fresh of a warm bath. He thought to him self. She was nothing like the angel he’d seen back then. She just moved without a glance at him. And the beat was lost.

Who was that girl in his dreams then, someone so familiar and yet unknown. Someone with whom, he felt he’s spent a lifetime with. But it wasn’t his wife. Someone, whose face now he cud barely remember, but whose icy touch was still very vividly fresh in his memory.

He got up.... to continue with his morning routine. But this question not leaving his mind not even for a moment. Now he looked in the mirror. Just staring. And he decided. Decided to live his every moment and share his life and non existent love with the woman who never understood his dreams.

life

(something i thought of long long time bk, some1 jus reminded me of it today :) . neways cheers)

wrong situation, wrong person, wrong time.
wrong situation, wrong person, right time.
wrong situation, right person, wrong time.
right situation, right person, wrong time.
right situation, wrong person, right time.

right situation, right person, right time, wrong me!

Swollen hands

(dedicated to my best friend Priyanka Shetty. wish you all the love in the world. and a happy never ending. God bless. mwah!)
(this story is fictional. only taken random names of frnds. wrote it while being bored to death in the hospital. cheers)

They were on opposite beds in the hospital. She mostly slept due to medicines. And he, he just kept staring at her hands. He couldn’t see her. The green partition had divided them. He knew every curve and movement of her hands.

Two days later. They spoke. He offered her his ipod. ‘Coming back to life’ was playing on the pod. She broke the ice. “So what happened?” she said gesturing to his hand. “Butchers knife fell, lost a lot of blood.” “I’m a chef, by the way” he added after a brief pause. “OKAY! Aren’t you too young to have such an accident!” she exclaimed mockingly. “Aren’t you to old to have an ‘innocent’ over dosage of medicine” he retorted back. “I heard the doctors talking.” He said. She gave him a look and said, “So tell me about your girl.” She paused. “I figured you have one”.
“Yup, Priyanka...” He plainly said. With his stern straight questioning face. She shrugged. “Amit. Tall, chivalrous, rude, young.”
“Really!” he said understandingly. “Coffee date, right now?” She narrowed her eyes, as if skeptical. “Black coffee.”

He called the ward boy. Coffee came. Conversation started. There was pretence in both their eyes. But an undeniable spark. A painfully strong chemistry. They spoke about everything, besides themselves. There were blank moments in the middle where they just kept staring at each other. “You don’t have pretty hands. But they look nice when swollen.” He said with a boyish excitement.
“Huh? Okay.” She said fixing her gaze on his eyes which were on her hands. She just looked at his face. He had the most hurtfully opaque eyes she had seen his lips were chiseled to imperfection. She was jealous of his sense of humor which mixed with his agonizing smile.
“Tell me about her.” She said trying to avoid his manly charm. “Smart, seductive, stupid, Sunshine.” He said looking into her eyes. As if challenging her.
It had just been half an hour. He invited her to sit on the steps outside the hospital room. Then she said, “I would like to tell you why it happened, the real reason why I’m here.” He asked her back, “why? I don’t wish to know. I understand.” He just stared at her while she looked down at her hands. He did not know how long he kept staring at her. Her innocent eyes and flowing hair, mesmerized him. He did not know why in his head her lips seemed ‘sexy’. He never referred to women that way. Her womanly poise enticed him. She suddenly asked, “Its weird you know. I’m in the worst condition possible and you actually asked me for coffee.” And then she laughed without any inhibitions shaking her head. “You are crazy. I feel like kissing you.” His eyes fixed on her face. “Aren’t you very committed, mister!” she laughed some more.
“Not really…” he paused. “I’m engaged.” He waited for her face to get discoloured. “I’m bored of this stupid game. Really.” He said. “Ok listen.” He continued looking at her shocked face. “I lost a lot of blood when the knife fell backwards on my hand, but thanks to all those donors I got it back. I lost my mind when I fought with you, but here in this wretched place I got it back. I almost lost you and I want you, with out any questions or explanations. I want you to be mine.”
“Umm… I… umm… you…” she said trying to gather herself. “Why?”
“Cause you have the most dammed beautiful swollen hands ever. Marry me, sunshine” he said with a strong voice. She cried. He held her hand and let her cry. Between her sobs she said, “Yes Amit”