Connection at Jahaz Mahal

This is how she must have felt
Walking under these high archways
Gazing at the manicured gardens
Many a sunrises and many a sunsets

Alone in waiting for her brave beloved
Immersed in preciousness
but forlone still...

This is how she must have felt

Her soft trinklet filled strolls
Echoing in the vaulted stones
Her muted longings despite having it all
This is how she must have felt

I felt her longing,in my magical moments
Resonating in the stones of Jahaz Mahal
Thirsty she was...admist the waters around.
This is how she must have felt....

I feel our souls resonate

Our desires establish a lost connect
Here i retrace her lonely steps
In another era...another age....

This is how i feel now....

Luiets lines....

No wonder is designed connection,
Lost but found in time transition

She is alone now
She was alone then
In d vastness of stone remains
Stretched hands and love eternal.

My Lover in Mandu

I hopped on with my back pack in tow
Nestling my self at the rear window
Knowing little what's in store
On this lovely morning of my tour

As i settle down i feel him around
Peering at me from the moving window
Here comes another damsel...
I sense him squeal in delightful glee

I huddle myself  in my thin sweatshirt
Hugging my bossom as i look him square
Amused he seems at my determination
Much to my embarrassment going about his ways..

Troubling me by his  naughty blows
Seeming to know his routine around
Precisely doing what he does with finesse
Teasing me lightly with his constant caress.

My Tiny goosebumps arise..
A dead give away of my vulnerable plight
I feel his cold fingers run down my spine
A gasp escaping my submissive mind

His tender cold flushes across my face
Forcing my lips to part... Ever so slight..
Ahhhh....I sigh..
Oblivious to surrounding prying eyes

He tugs at the hem of my neckline
Finding his way along .. Deftly
.. so fine.
I feel him caress d nape of my neck as he goes
All his playground my eager contours.

Nudging his way deeper
Like the gentle play of a naughty lover
He seems to love the esctasy
As he wraps me up in cold kissing fantasy


Ahhhh... U little devil of a breeze
You know exactly whom to tease...

Heal me

Tearing away the binding feelings
Shutting down my bleeding thoughts
Wrapping up tighly all that remained
Burying it deep in fathomless pots

Nailing my hands as they twitch to reach you
My bleary eyes shut as they yearn to weep
Not stopping the heart as it oozes the pain
Letting it drench through my soul as it seeps

Beckoning all your silences to embrace me
Goodwill of all my prayers to bail me
Peeling away all love at it chains me
Pleading strength in loneliness to hail me
..
oh pls heal me..

Cup of Coffee

Another quite evening
feet heavyy as they lead
A coffee on my tierd mind....
I settle in a forgotten corner
Of a lovely cheerful place
Awaiting none... at a table for two..
Eyes darting around the Cafe
Entwined hands under nearby tables
Meeting lips in tucked away corners....
Mischeif hangs around some loose curls
Playful smiles frame naughty eyes
As the Coffees cool off aside...
I feel an all familiar pang
A knowing feeling overwhelmes
And i feel them sting as they Come...
The empty chair across me teases
As i sip on quietly through rising vapours
Salted rim of my Cup of Coffee....

Fleeting Warmth

A pull to the edge
A knock on woven barrier
A wall not broken down
For a fear of self burial

A desire unsaid
From a feeling not unravelled
A stirring up of an ache
At the thoughts that travelled

We all get there at times
To such places forbidden
Where the heart makes a leap
But the mind stares bedridden

If only thoughts could be read
I am sure you would see
A part of my essence 
Lingers with you more than me

Its just the way now
It feels so lovely warm
Like one of ur aura
Has wrapped my soul in its arms

There are things right
Then there are things not wrong
And then there are some things
Best lived in through a song....

I dont wish to be a rainbow 
In your faraway hazy sky
But i wish to hold a warm hand
And watch d stars shooting by....

4 AM chaos

So its 4.45 am rite now and i havent taken a single wink.One of those spots in life where I am totally frozen, not sure where i wish to go anymore.I guess the anxiety of the  chaos which has gradually settled  itself comfortably within my life is now putting me on the edge.My mind is like thinking 100 things at a time, pondering at 50 and stopping at none... its a very unsettling feeling..where I m flying on the wings of a hugge butterfly , trying not to open my eyes, cos i might succumb to my fear of  flite itslf...Hoping the butterfly glides me smoothly to a beautiful place where butterflies are supposed to go.. But i m not thinking ... ofcourse it a butterfly .. its gonna just flutter mindlessly in the garden .. it has no where to reach in particular.. Can i afford to glide on its back with closed eyes forever?

Sumwhere i ve missed out on an important path .. sumwhere i crossed over a bridge without noticing the goodies awating underneath it for me...sumwhere sumthing has been missed out my heart says.

How did i end in this place,where i no longer know if i wish to go uphill or just lie low. I think i know the inabilities i have in me but how to fix them is the issue. Maybe i even know how to fix them one at a time.. but i lack the drive to do it...n its all flooding my life everywhere.

Prioritize Baby .. when therz till some time..

Revenge of a Rodent

Monsoons have started and everything is soooo uber sexy and prettty and greeeen...lovely.
But therez just one thing bursting my beautiful sexy world, other than the commuting issues,.. a rodent!:). Yes!we are having this crazy problem since the first drops fell on earth this season.Members from the scavenger family scurrying  climbing rain water pipes into my house not on ground but on first floor which lacks mosquito nets or such and boy they are truly pests.

Started with me finding my diabetic dad's emergency biscuit box toppled over n the biscuits well gone.Next dad kept a huge weight on the lid, the fella nibbled away the rim of the lid of the plastic container rendering it useless. So we thought of getting rid of the fella and got one of those highly voted  sticky mouse pads..laid one nxt to the box stuffed with biscuits..:) next day,the biscuits were gone and so was the mouse.. with the only evidence left behind ....a cute rat footprint! so much for the Sticky trap!..apparently it was a huge rat not a mouse. HUGE!!. with this inference dad deviced another means to trick him.. He got sumthing called a rat cake ( eeeeeeeeeeeew) He broke it to pieces and kept it at various rat favoured locations , and closed the toilet doors to kill him of the thirst after having the cake.hehe..ingenious.. turned out we did get the culprit in the morning and he was adequately disposed.Funnily we still continued to find the box being opened in the morning...So relentless to say we stopped keeping biscuits in it >>Argh.

Since then this ghost of a rat, apparently on a mission to find out food hideaways has nibbled away two of my favourite purses..So i pick up my favourite mauve purse and find a nice hole nibbled away ...all to reach inside for a 5/- of leftover chana i was munching in the train!!! damn you..chana cost me a good 1800 bucks that day.and oh i dont learn my lessons so easy .. so he nibbled my other purse for a small packet of idli podi i had picked for my taste buds and forgotten in the purse.. .idli podi cost of 15/- got extrapolated to 2200/-.. Now i hate that rat.. he seems to be haunting me, not to be seen not, to be trapped, nor be fooled.. he is a nightmare...with an agenda against me for sure!

He seems to have some uncanny analytical skills that i sooooo lackk!!!he knows whats edible , wats edible but adulterated,knows where we keep stuff..and when we sleep.hell he walks off a sticky pad.. aint that supposed to glue his scavenging buttt!.. some freak super ghost of a rat.

He has suddenly become very ferocious, and i am thinking he bores personal vendetta against me for sure.. i had really given him some choiciest nouns when he royally screwed my purses!!..other day I was looking for iron suppliment capsules, i am supposed to be popping them one a day for my low ferrous levels to keep my hair from falling. yeah !! So i peeped under a table thinking they must have fallen off and behold!!!.. my dear hairy friend , apparently needed more iron supplements than me!... the ratasshole had taken the new capsule strip under the table,opened each of the capsule holder , nibbled aaway all the iron supplements and left the strip under the table.I was aghast!!Freak must having stronger hair than me by now; what with munching away a fortnights quota of capsules in one day!!! damn .. never heard rodents liking iron suppliments!!!now i am sure he is a ghost of a rat wanting to scare me.. god knows for wat!!

Since two days now i cant find my house key set,i have searched everyyy damn place and they have just vanished.Although dads of the opinion i have left them in the keyhole and dozed.. i beg to differ with good reasons!! this freaking rat has stolen them. Just cause i dont keep food around for him any more, just cos i have learnt my lesson finally and dont leave chana or nuts or toffies in my purses nemore, just cos i have swapped my plastic emergency biscuit box with a steel one.. this scrawny little bastard is taking revenge.!!!!!

I am dead sure he has scurried away with my key set in the middle of the night and dumped it in his little hole somewhere outside where his lady love must be applauding his feat!!!We have to change all the locks and lever needless to say!.damn it .

Wait till i make you pay for this you ghost of a RAT!!!! ..,... u must die!!!!