The Woman in my Life

In my life

she is the star.

The only person with whom

I had maximum of wars.

Wars are cold

but sometimes hot.

When in midst of our mischief

she is the only one, who gets caught.

She never skips a chance

and bullies me now and then.

But she is the one who wipes my tears

when I am in pain.

The pitch of her laugh crosses

the highest pitch, when I get hurt.

Ironically she is the one rushing with

Dettol at the first.

Pillows and paper planes are the best

weapons used in the fight.

Easily available, cheap

self made and of course very light.

Her pranks are sometimes annoying

sometimes fun

The scariest  was  when she tried

putting an insect in my bun.

The vicious circle of this sibling fight

continues and never end.

But it’s me who miss her the most

when she is not at the other end.

But my utmost surprise was this

even though busy planning pranks,

In classes she was brilliant enough

to get the highest ranks

Infact now in office she is like a

Super girl

Good at sports, good with HR

and also good in solving SR. (service request)

My maxim cell phone bills are raised by her

listening about her and her manager.

And then if sometimes she is happy and calm

We take up the topic ‘Where will be the Dinner’?

Its fun to be with her

I am enjoying my old days

Missed her a lot in college and

naughty school days.

Come weekends, she is ready with the

plan in advance.

Movies, shopping, exploring cooking

missing anything in the list stands not a chance.

I fancy being her

in my imagination.

She is for me the god’s

most  wonderful creation.

The unconditional

love and care

No one else can give me

I dare.

I love her, I adore her

She is the woman of my life

She is none other than my Big sis

Who other can be SHE at last...?

I Hate to Love

                    

  I hate to love

        as it gives pain

  I hate to love       

       and be a loser ever again

 

  I hate to love       

        as I treat lovers insane

 I hate to love       

       as it is brittle as a cane

  I hate to love              

        as it gives sorrow

  I hate to love       

        it’s not like money that u can borrow

 I hate to love       

        as it ends unhappily

When a partner goes away

       and the other waits sadly

I hate to love       

      as it needs a pair

it’s like  a game

      in which everything is fair

I hate to love       

      when love is one-sided

If one flirts

     the other lives parted

I hate to love       

      when someone plays a game

and the other unknowingly

              comes under his tame

I hate to love       

      when it is false

in this case it has no effect

      and no cause

I hate ,I hate ,I hate

       I hate everything about love

b’coz hatred is the

                     extremity of love

This experience is

        different in it’s feel

It’s gained only

        after a strong zeal

If you Love to Hate

      It means  you are in Anger

But if you Hate to Love

     it means you were someday a Betrayed     

                                                     Lover….

Love’s final Adieu ..

When the heart still beats

          At someone’s’ name
when the eyes still search for

          The same person we wish to reclaim

When the tears starts rolling down

          As you enter the house

When the slightest love ballads

          Causes a pain in the heart to arouse

When the heart still waits

          For the phone to ring

When being online

          You still wait for someone’s ping

When the lonely nights

          Get converted to sleepless nights

When simple plain comments of others

          Lead us to strong fights

When every song reminds you of

          The same person

When you laugh suddenly and

          Then get silenced without any reason

When the food stops

          Exciting and inviting to you.

When all your dreams

          Suddenly turns into hue

When the gathering of friends

          Starts feeling like a crowd

When you start feeling to go

Somewhere and shout it out all aloud.

When even walking alone

          Makes you feel of someone’s presence

When in every activity you

          Feel someone’s absence.

When it longer matters to you

Whether it’s a night

Or whether it is the sparkling

            Of daylight

When the heart cries

          At every small thought

When the mind constantly reminds

          You what are things you lost.

When the tears get

          Dried up in the eyes

When the voice from your

Mouth is very feeble as it arise

My friend,

When this all happens

These weird things

Become our actions

Then you will understand

The pain I am through

This happens when your

Love waves you a final ADIEU…

         

       

         

         

In the path of your life when you are ALONE…

In the path of life

            when you are Alone.

You feel the pain,

            intolerable to be Borne.

With feelings of being hurt

            and the intense Pain.

Coming down from sky

            and falling on you as Rain.

When one is faced

            With such an abrupt Situation.

And throughout the year (of life)

            It’s the same grey Season.

You feel your heart

            aching with pain so Deep.

The darkest corner

            where no healing light can Peep.

You feel drenched in the

            heavy downpour of sorrow and Despair.

And then you are sure

            that no one in this world can try for its Repair.

Then what can a person DO

            and where in the world can he GO.

Surrounded by long shadows

            of such old Curses.

Slowly and steadily he watches how the faint

            line of his ambition / future Vanishes.

It is not easy to come out

            of this vicious Chain.

The more you try, the more you

            go down, with all efforts in Vain.

Exasperated you start

            struggling to breathe, so Fast.

It seems the world is at its end

            Leaving no signs of second chances at Last.

It is at this time

            your conscience comes to your Rescue.

And you get a helping hand

            from nowhere you expected, out of Blue.

And then you realize

 and then you know

Falling or clinging or marching aheads

            are all through the same Gate.

Only the best suited key

            Of this gate is to be Found.

To unlock the secret

            Of this life Profound.

The life always plays

            the same melodious Sound.

Lastly, it depends on us when we understand this

            when we are ON the GROUND or IN the GROUND.