Sunday, June 28, 2009

If Tomorrow starts without me....

Sharon suggested that I read this poem cuz it's an amazing one. Well, Sharon, you damn sure are rights... This is indeed a marvelous poem. So I am posting it here. Ciao.

P.S: I too was planning to write a similar poem and was simply not able to string the words together. So the Universe complied and got me this wonderful poem to be inspired by !!!

Author: David Romano.

I've dreamed many dreams that never came true,
If tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
The thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,

From His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

I love you...

This poem is a short and simple poem but it is one of my favorites.

Another day,
Waiting for you,
My life,though short,
Is only for you,
Here's a promise,
I will never break,
For you is my heart,
I Love you,No matter what it takes,
Every breath in my heart,
Spells your name,everytime,
And I can't help drowning,
In your Love, So divine,
Hold my hand,
Let us embrace,
Let us fly to the heavens,
A beautiful place.

How do I tell...

Just a little sad,
Just a little heartbroken,
Regretting now am I,
Are words left unspoken,
I could have told her,
How this heart beats with her name,
How sorry I am,
For my every mistake,so lame,
That I realized, I was moving too fast,
& Also do I realize now,
That my actions left her aghast,

It takes time for me to learn,
To learn how others feel,
What their hearts speak,
And their emotions deep,
But seeing her deaprt,all my mistake,
A pain that will never heal,
Morning after Morning, I regret,
This foolishness, This childishness,
I can never forget,
Everything I did, distanced her away from me,
And this fragile heart, kept getting lonely,
Things could have been different,
If I had tried,
They could have been million times better,
Than those tears who both cried,
Everything out of this innocent heart,
I shouldn't have told her,
Something I should have held back,
To speak on a different occasion,
But my hastiness gave way,
To every emotion,
Sweet & Sour,
& A void surrounds me,
[Fill in the blanks... :) ]

Walk Steady

Little by Little, I will grow,

Slow & Steady, is my motto,

Walk I will,stand I will not,

In the crowd of this world,

I shall not be forgot,

Run,they all may,way ahead of me,

What I lost yesterday,will again be with me,

Patience is a virtue, I have to learn,

I'll accomplish everything,for which I yearn,

Steady, my every step,

Method,my approach,

Calculated & Logical,

Be my thinking,

My every action,

With understanding,

I'll keep my faith,

My prayers,

And my Hope alive,

I'll strive to be better,

Sooner,not later,will I arrive,

And be the one,that dreams are made of,

The heart of a champion,

With a worthy companion....

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

I miss you

Feel you in the morning rays,
Loving you more, than yesterdays,
Every morning brings joy & happiness,
As I miss you, in my loneliness,
Everything about you,
From your sweet smile,
To your beautiful eyes,
Everything, still remains in my heart,
Though, we are, a 1000 miles apart,
Every rhyme, every word,
Every single thought in my mind,
Still Loves you, Still misses you,
I still don't understand,
Why I love you this true?
Your every memory,
Aches me, makes me cry,
But still, I can't live without you,
My feelings, if only you knew,
I am indifferent to everything,
Everything but you,
All this world I can stand against,
If you were to Love me too,
No sacrifice is big enough,
That will stop me from loving you,
But my heart is fragile,
You are the reason I smile,
Without you, my life is all hollow,
And, so full of pain of pain & sorrow,
Without you sweetheart,
There's no tomorrow,
Come back to me,
I need your Love to me heal,
I want your touch to feel,
Your shoulder I want to cry upon,
I will Love,forever, from dusk to dawn.

I miss you sweetheart.

And there,it was me....

And there, it was me,
My soul resting in peace,
In a little grave, the Garden of Love,
Alone & Lonely,lost in my sleep,
I lost myself in her Love,
O, what a sinful thing to do,
To love someone from the bottom of your heart,
A feeling, too pure to be true,
She was too good for me,
I never really did deserve her,
But still, she means everything to me,
And this pain last forever,
I never really knew,
That I was never going to be good enough,
To be Loved by you,
But I guess, I was just too blind,
My heart, My soul & My mind,
Only kept thinking about you,
All the time....
And now, my heart's gone weak,
I am too meak, Courage left none to speak,
All my strength is lost,
And I know, for you, I am just distant memory,
Soon forgot,
But with every little rhyme,
As I walk through these sands of time,
My love for you, just stays the way it was,
No matter where you were,
No matter where we are....

And there, it was me,
My sould resting in peace,
Still Loving you,like I always do,
But in a little grave now,
In the Garden of Love.

Final Goodbye

I wrote this poem somewhere in Mid of 2005, somewhere in May, June.

I will forget you
My heart doesn't feel the same anymore,
Your Love, I never knew,
A stone I will become, like before,
Put to rest are all my thoughts,
All that I felt, is dead & buried now,
Still can't belive I loved you,
I just wonder how,
Did I commit such a mistake,
But now,everything about you,
I will forget,
All my Love, I pray doesn't turn to hate,
I just want to erase,
Every little memory,
Every little trace,
The waves will wash away,
My, these footprints in the sand,
As I move ahead,
You are nothing but an object,
I left behind,
Come tomorrow,the morning will be beautiful,
Once again,
As I stand on my two feet one more time,
Lost in time,
Are all my sorrow & pain,
Every memory of you,
Will no more haunt me,
Every dream,Every fantasy,
I have overcome,
You are not to be mine,
It's now,all over & done,
I don't feel any anger,
Nor is there any hatred for you,
Your life is yours,live it large,
Just a little sad,
The way you treated me,
If you didn't care,
Then why show that you cared?
I have a heart,
You broke it,
Maybe,You didn't mean to do so,
Or maybe,you did,
I don't want to know,
I have forgotten you,
You never remembered me,
This was the last call,
I gave you,
From this moment on,till I die,
You are never going to be a part of me.


In matters of the heart, my heart is weak,
So much is inside, but no courage to speak,
Everytime I see her,
Even myself, I cannot remember,
Words just betray me,
't must make her feel, I am seriously crazy,
And then,
There's the heartache & pain,
Of longing and Belonging,
How I yearn,
To tell her how I feel,
How I am dying,
To tell her those magic words,
But I am scared, she ll hate me even more,
That little friendship, even that won's stay anymore,
So I still Love her in silence,
Hoping, that she ll understand,
Hoping, she ll feel the same,soon sometime,
But till then I miss her,
Through the bars of a rhyme.....

Some CLASSIC stuff(Revisited)

When it rains, it pours... Today simply outta the blue, I again managed to stumble on a few more of my poems. These were mostly written in the end 2004 and whole 2005 era. Hope you guys enjoy this classic stuff too like the previous ones.... :)

P.S: Like before, minimal Rework done & highlighted wherever accordingly if done so.

The first poem here is title "Till the end of my days"

Broken Hearted & Tattered Whole,
Stuck inside, this God Forsaken soul,
Left to the choice of miserable fate,
Everyday,the worse, till date,
No reason to survive,
Every truth turned to a lie,
Absolute innocence,
His only offence,
For the good he did,fell into trouble,
Betrayed by his own friends & people,
His life has a meaningless aim,
From the heights of glory to everyone's disdain,
A story of love lost & heart betrayed,
Every inch of his blood, of hopless dreams & ambitions is made.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Jeff Wahl

Hi Guys.... I have managed to get info on an another wonderful Guitarist. His name is Jeff Wahl and presently teaches in Colarado i suppose. You can find many of his videos on You tube. He plays diverse styles of Music and by what I saw of him, he is really an amazing guitarist. Do google him people. You ll simply love his songs. 99% of these are his own it really goes without saying that he is super creative and amazingly gifted. (Check out his song personal favorite).

Take care.

P.S: Jeff Wahl Sir....anytime you manage to read my blog, do leave a comment or a mail or something so that I know you visited my blog. It ll make me super happy. :)

Monday, June 22, 2009

Poems from a Sad Heart

Since I have to keep you guys interested in my blog and for the moment I am a bit off as far as writing poems is concerned, I'll further down a few poems by a chap Alan Brewis ..... These are all poems as per what the title of the post suggests and I have really like them a lots... Hope you find one for an occasion that suits you... Ciao. ;)

‘First-born’ (A Father’s View)

Did you know that I held you
as you took your first breath?
All wrinkled and blue,
right fist first,
just like superman,
you flew out
from the womb of your mother
into the heart of my lover
and I held you, so close,
then looked down at this miracle of life,
my son…
my first born.

Did you know it was I
that, with razor edged steel
severed the chord
which, until that time
had nourished you…
given you life?

And after,
as I held you,
I looked down at my lover,
at the eyes of a mother,
and stood there, in awe,
at what she had done.
Then she smiled up at me,
and reached out for you,
for her son…
her first born.

And so I gave you to her,
the one who had made you,
inside her own self,
and I cried at the wonder
that had given me you…
my first born…
my son.


T’was humid warm, on yester’ morn,
‘neath rays of sun so bright.
On grass still dew’d,
I turned the hedge -
beheld a wond’rous sight!

A score (or more!), reflecting sun
from scales of azure blue :
Be-jewelled light,
in darting flight -
the host defied the few.

A myriad ants, on wings of lace,
rose bravely to the skies.
But few extant,
will win their race -
against blue dragon-flies.

I stood in awe, as bravely flew,
the driven host - until…
a heartbeat…,
then, all gone -
and empty air turned peaceful still.

Blue dragonflies, full sated,
simply vanished out of sight.
Whilst lace’ed wings -
on freedom's wind -
flew on, in morning light.


Begone! Oh wretch'ed soul with hollow heart
resounding deepest tones of guilt.
Thou see'est not through Poet's eyes
Tis in hypocrisy thine life is built -
and, hiding truth - thou breathest lies.

With platitudes and wagging tongue, thine die is cast,
But, among enlightened souls
Thy light shineth not.

Begone! Oh withered spirit with mindless orbs
reflecting bitter emptiness.
Thou feel'est not a Poet's pain
Tis in treachery - no more, no less -
thine proffered trust begat no gain.

With addled mind and twist'ed thoughts, thy sneers are seen,
But, among enlightened souls
Thy light shineth not.

Begone! Oh feebled psyche, with priapic led
morality suffus'ed deep in Id.
Thou thinkest not a Poet's thoughts
Tis in truth mine life is better rid
of thou that have no cause.

With jealousy and boorish deeds thou temptest fate
But, among enlightened souls
Thy light shineth not.

Begone! Oh irksome worm, with intellect
too low to judge mine ilk.
Thou liv'est not a Poet's life
Tis in darkened earth, thy pain is spilt,
and shame that dulls thine sight.

With blinkered view 'King of the blind' art thou
But, among enlightened souls
Thy light shineth not.

Begone! Oh tedious bane, so tiresome
in thine baseness and thy wit.
Thou crav'est such a Poet's lot
but thou could'st never fathom it.
In ignorance you rot.

Thou failest thee and thine, yet seek to blame
But, among enlightened souls
Thy light shineth not.

Frog Song

Cloak of purest ebony
Terra Incognita
Swathe of softest dark
suffused with the sounds
of a myriad voices
A rainbow of harmonies
and bass
Statements of pride
wrapped in songs of love
A croaking cacophony
of hope and lust

Garden Gate

Symbol of a more laboured, less hurried time,
when admiring glances
justified the cost.
A labour of love,
hand wrought,
now unused and long forgotten.
Hidden glory,
a pane-less window on a slower past,
of intricate swirls
and symmetrical curls
enshrined by snaking stalks of live verdure.
Rusted hinges,
welded in an embrace of crumbling semi-permanence
too intimate for function.
Weakened by abandonment,
bending under the burden of time.
this work of art,
this garden gate.
now the walls are broken,
and no one comes.

I know you

I know you from somewhere
I remember those eyes,
and the way they smile.

It was some time ago
I think -
and we were much younger then.

At least I think that was you.
We met
on a street corner
A rainy night
I seem to remember.
The kind that makes rivers
In the street.

You were walking
no hurry
head held high
eyes smiling -
lost in the rain.
Then you saw me
saw me smiling
smiling at you
and your smiling eyes.

"I like the rain."
you said, laughing
as if in apology.....
....then you were gone.

But I remember those eyes -
your eyes.

At least I think that was you.

I was there

When the pain and the loss of your love
broke your heart
And you cried, breaking down, losing hope,
hating life, and yourself
I was there.
When you found that your friends turned away,
feigning pain
And you sat, early hours, wondering how
you could make a new life
I was there.
When you last touched her cheek, said Goodbye
in that place
And then bore her scant form to its rest,
right behind, in your steps
I was there.
When you stood on that cliff, threw her dust
to the sky
And you watched, as the wind, and the rain,
Sought your flesh, and you smiled
I was there.
When you needed a friend who did not
mind your tears
And you tried to find hope in it all,
take a risk, with romance
I was there.
As a friend, and a brother who cared,
I was there

Then I needed a friend so, I turned to
The one friend I had
And I looked for your strength and support,
But found none in your heart.

and I sat all alone with my fears,
feeling lost and confused
as I searched for my brother my friend,
who would ‘always be there’.

When I cried, breaking down, losing hope,
hating life, and myself
And I saw, you were lost to a life
you once laughed at and mocked.

So I watched, as your life ran its course,
and you left me alone
with no thought of the pain that I had
in my heart, And I asked,
Where were you?


What game is this we play...
as we lie
feigning sleep,
with your back at my back?

Only yesterday
it seems
we craved for contact
skin to skin
heart to heart
touching souls.

and afterwards
lay smiling
entangled in each others eyes
each others breath,
and promising undying love.

Yet here I lie
drifting, so slowly -
as an iceberg
on a deep cold sea -
away from you

with your back at my back.


Summer rain
gently falls
quenching thirst'ed earth
brings joy to starv'ed souls
as blossoms, bright, cry out their love
of life, so sweet, so short.

Autumn rain
steady beat
of rythmic tears,the weight of such
to push those last to fall.
As chill'ed winds, seductive, lead to sleep
and dreams of rising suns, so warm.

Winter rain
driving blasts
of icy winds bite deep
into the sleeping forms of verdure'd past
as spectral frames, of Nature's pride
hide deep within their souls, so cold.

Spring rain
that wakens life
and marks the march of better days,
when life, renewed, will raise its head
in pride, and trite defiance,
bristling hope, and life, and joy.

Beautiful rain.


Eyes locked, in a naked embrace
As hearts reach out, fingers curling
In passion
In love
(lost love)
Familiar touch – a gentle caress
“It’s good to have you…” (back)

Eyes moist, half open.
Breath sweet, and short.
Lips meet, unspoken.
Hearts beat, heights soared.
Familiar smells – tincture of love
(lost love)

Prodigal welcome, unuttered thoughts.
As words lie hidden, forbidden, unsaid,
In passion
In love
(lost love)
Familiar cries – the music of love.
“I miss you…” (I miss you too)

Of love, and hatred.
Joy, and loss.
Of lives, unsated.
Confusion, cost.
Familiar taste – salt tears of release.
“I know you…” (I know you too)

Flushing cheeks, and heartfelt sighs.
Sealed hearts dam secret dreams,
Of passion
Of love
(lost love)
Familiar face, skin so soft.
“I remember you” (I remember you too)

Recipe For Goddled Skeet Roost Pie.

* Take one 'Skeet Roost' ....

I met him one sod in Febtober,
and asked if he'd skegged a Skeet Roost.
He just gugged, slemming loud in Tolendin,
and pointed 'out west' - to Flim'oosht.

So, next tide I rilled out to the Sebble-dek,
and skuttered fat Plins as I trelled.
Skallies billed, but soon stopped their pultating -
and skried the dried Tollies instead.

Past a snuggardly moon I trelled hably,
folling Tinnicks and Doobies alike -
then I spied a Fanandling Coludian,
but he creened, and espoddled '6 TIKE!'

So to Skol, where the Tike set their ollies,
I craboodled to smot their Lammat,
but then binnied, as fast as an Allipee,
to the 'Duns' - where the Silly-gogs sat.

'Oh Drillibant Moosters Of Tike-ness -
Please Doone Me A Scrab' I did pol,
and the Silly-gogs yittled and diddled
(gurling dile, swally-beens - and Tigol!)

'Tis the sod to tell all Catty-bot-bots,
where the Tike and the Tillibant ploon'.
And then all of the Silly-gogs scundled,
so I dagged - and bridangled the Stroon.

From the Ollies, 6 Tike I did wangle,
and then schlimeed and skopped to Flim'oosht,
banting skols with Finandling Coludians,
to expood my 6 Tike for Skeet Roost.

Well .... as you can probably imagine!

The Finandling Coludians went Jibbly,
and skuddled the Tike with a glip.
Then they dropped a Skeet Roost from a Bill-dang,
and gibbled a Higgelly-skip!

With my Skeet Roost all toodled-up gribly,
I linged East, with my back to Flim'oosht,
to Finandling Coludians and Silly-gogs -
to a pie made from Goddled Skeet Roost.

The Snowdrop

Tho crystal white
earth's blanket lies,
a miracle
seeks forth to rise,
and whilst seen glebe
doth quietly sleep
the snowdrop
yet awakes
to peep
at early skies.

Sweet avatar
to fill the heart
with joy of seasons
yet to start.
In modesty
with head held low
the snowdrop
into souls
and makes them smile.

Tea Time

It came in through the window, and rushed to the floor,
where it caused utter mayhem, then 'whooshed' through the door.
It went mad in the garden, and flew through the shrubs
ripping leaves from their branches - and, up to the woods,
ploughing tracks through the borders, it gathered up speed
unlimited energy
unfathomable need.
It went tearing, full headlong right up to the wood
then proceeded to climb just as fast as it could.
Branches fought to keep order, but threatened to break
as the leaves gasped in unison
then sighed in its wake

Flashing down from the branch-tips in haste to the ground
where it started cavorting and spinning around
like a mini-tornado, without any care,
grass and daisies were flattened,
twigs took to the air.

When it tired of destruction that made little sense
it sped off up the garden to harry the fence,
in and out of the uprights in churlish delight
forcing sparrows
and thrushes,
in panic, to flight

Then with devlish naughtiness, turned for the hill
but suddenly stopped....
And... standing quite still...
he heard a voice calling (and knew it was me),
for although he's quite mad...
my cat wouldn't miss tea!


There are things that I see,
in my day to day life,
that amaze me -
make it easy to smile.

They distract from the stress,
from the worry, and Strife -
give my head a short rest
(for a while!).

There’s the buzzzzz of a bee,
or a swallow in flight,
or the sight,
of a blossom
in bloom.

But there’s nothing to touch …
nothing wondrous as much …
as a star-lit night sky
and full moon.

My Epitaph

Tread Softly.

Tread softly in this place of Peace
Where mem'ries trapes a verdent earth, and sentinels of
carv'ed tuff stand proud, among the ancient yew.

Breathe gently in this sacred bower, and sit awhile, to
share your thoughts. But, hold no truck with saddened
eyes or thoughts of loss,
joyful times of yore bring forth,
and smile,
so I may Rest In Peace.

It could ne’er be so

Does the sun, in acknowledgement of Man’s woes
relinquish its task, and weep at our sorrow?
It could ne’er be so.

The sun will light the world despite our ways.
The sapling beech still sways - in the presence of an autumn wind,
And falling leaves still dance, in a waltz with the breeze.
As in history’d past, and morrow’d dawn.

Does the moon, in deference to our pain,
stop – and turn shadowed face to shed her tears?
It could ne’er be so.

She guilds a silvered path, decreed by Gods.
The lineal clouds still dart - before the presence of an autumn wind,
And shooting stars still fly, in the depths of the night.
As in history’d past, and morrow’d dawn.

Does the earth, in reference to man’s loss,
cease to be – and give up hope of times to come?
It could ne’er be so.

The earth will turn in its place, and wares not our guilt.
Whilst shiver’d souls seek solace - from the presence of an autumn wind,
And silvered clouds still weep, on verdant glebe.
As in history’d past, and morrow’d dawn.

Do the seas pay homage to the temerity of man,
calming wave and tides to ease our way?
It could ne’er be so.

The seas will course their will deaf to plea’s.
As sailors watch and ward - the presence of an autumn wind,
And mortal men find peace, in the arms of the deep.
As in history’d past, and morrow’d dawn.

Does mankind, in recognition of its sophestry,
change its ways – ‘Mutatis Mutandis’ - Greed for Wisdom?
It could ne’er be so.

Mankind will wend its troubled course, then turn to dust.
As sapling beech sway - in the presence of an autumn wind,
And falling leaves dance, in a waltz with the breeze.
As in history’d past, and morrow’d dawn.


Don’t stop
Don’t think

Don’t ask
Don’t think
Don’t care

Don’t fight
Don’t bite
Don’t think
Don’t dare

Don’t vote
Don’t moan
Don’t stand alone
Don’t think
Don’t own

Don’t hear
Don’t see
Don’t feel the need
Don’t be yourself
Don’t think
Don’t grieve

Don’t fail
Don’t cry
Don’t ‘do and die’
Don’t trust again
Don’t show the pain
Don’t think
Don’t lie

Don’t love
Don’t seek
Don’t look too deep
Don’t live for Peace
Don’t crave release
Don’t want surcease
Don’t think
Don’t dream


When all hope is abandoned,
what is left for souls to hold?
Should we give up on survival,
gaining lust for Earth's bone-cold?

When we lie, to die, in failure,
for a dream forever lost,
should we pay for countless years of pain
with a love not worth the cost?

When we breathe our last, in sadness,
what release awaits our heart?
Should we honour Hate and Despite
with a spirit torn apart?

Or do we smile, accept our fate,
knowing when our time has come,
we fulfill a higher purpose
having done what we have done?


If I could meet me,
as a boy,
I would hold me close
and say
"Don't worry -
will be okay."

I would dry my tears
and then,
look into my eyes
and say
"It's not your fault."

Just For Me

I have a smile
Deep down inside
I keep, just for myself
My ‘other’ smiles (in various styles),
I keep stacked on a shelf

I put them on
As needs decide
But knowing all the while
That in a place – deep down inside
I hide a secret smile


Full moon
Frosted breath.
Sweet caress.
From above.
Lost in love.

‘ Seasons’

Leafy night
Sodium light
Gentle rain.
Collar tight
Misted sight
Cobbled lane.

Silent morn
Subtle dawn
Glist’ning frost.
Berries red
Snow ahead
Autumn lost.

Mother Earth
Labour’d birth
Sun-kissed dew.
Leaf in bud
Stirring Wood
Life re-new’d.

Shimm’ring haze
Shaded gaze
Humid dusk
Hony’d musk
Star-filled skies.


There is a shadow at my feet,
but it's not mine.
At least
I think that it's not mine.

It sometimes seems
almost me,
but not quite.
Yet it follows me
as though it knows
where it belongs.

It plays the part,
this shadow
that is not quite me.
Appearing when it should,
and moving
as I do.

On brighter days,
when shadows are strong,
I sometimes find myself
to see
if I can catch out
this shadow at my feet.

But I havn't yet.
So it must be mine,
this shadow.
But why should a shadow,
this shadow,
my shadow,
Haunt me so?

The Key

The doorstep paints the scene -
desperate sadness tangible
- she inside, he - just outside
but a thousand miles away
"You sure you're okay?" she says
- a caring heart
to the last.
"I'll be fine...." muttered
through a haze of doubt
and guilt
".... you okay?"
She looks up...
...tries to answer
but the words won't come.
so she nods
and attempts an ironic smile
Two broken hearts
and fall to the ground
as dust
at their feet.
He fumbles
in hip pocket
the last…
"It's only right...." he whispers
through quivering lips -
and holds out a key -
the key
to what once was their home,
their life.
Throat tight
choked with pain.
"It's only right..." he repeats
to fill the silence

both lost for words.
Slowly reaching
tears falling
she takes the key
but lingers, just a while
to squeeze his


why did you leave your path,
my friend?
you had the means to choose an end
to feed your spirit
swell your heart
and play a truly moral part

but leave you did-the pull too strong
closed eyes won't see
a path gone wrong
A cross-road now - the choice is yours
a time of thought - effect - and cause

those myriad cause gleen 'consequence'
- a path, complete with picket fence -
which marks the boundries
straight and true
and seperates the 'me'
from 'you'

Your bright lights hold no lure for me
I crave a different destiny
suffused with birdsong
not the noise of mankind's
petrol-engined toys

'Normality'- a deadly vice
where life 'is sweet'
and 'very nice'
but superficiality
could never rule the path for me

A crowded town - a box for two
with double glazing ("splendid view"!)
-where neighbours nod,
but all the while hide pain
behind their painted smiles

sublime beneath a double face
this remnant of the human race
marks steps of blood upon the back
of those who havn't got the nack

I hold no wish to join this clan
to live - 'I have, therefore I am'
the future of the human race
will find no saviours in this place

The true path has no signs -
no voice
the gods dictate - YOU have the choice
A lonely heart at journey's end?
You pick the path you choose
- my friend.


Wouldn’t it be strange if
in some way -
had a price to pay?

I feel we’d think much more
we wasted them -
keeping silent,
or not picking up
that poisoned pen.

But ‘words’,
their might, are simply
formed by need,
and though
‘straight from the heart’ -
mean naught without the deed.

So take all ‘words’
as read and heard,
and meant -back then -
no doubt.
But time will tell,
and in the end,
the truth (or not)
of words will ‘out’.

Happy Birthday

No-one to say "How was your day?"
(an empty home)
No 'Two for tea', there's only me
(a single soul)

No "Hun - I'm home!", just me - alone
(a bitter smile)
No hug or kiss - the things I miss
(cue tear-filled eyes)

No new 'e-mails', there's only bills
with desperate news.
They stay unread, in rising dread
(ignore the clues)

No birthday cards - a life in shards
that has no plan.
A heavy heart, that feels no part
of 'Modern Man'

By tungsten light, a lonely night
(stark sillouettes)
A single bed (no 'Goodnight' said)
just sad regrets

Dulcit Whispers

the words you voice
portents of doom
oh wicked lies

those words by choice
a painted gloom
no virtues vie

a photograph
of sepia'd tones
the lives of crones
in dulcit whispers
quiet room
oh wicked lies

all actors
with a hidden smile
oh wicked lies
but know the fact
that tho' your lips
a smile do make
your eyes display a heart that's fake
and others ride upon your wake
so don't forget to breathe
and live
your wicked lies


Fuck the suited politicians, and their sycophantic wives;
Fuck the way the games they play mess up our fucking lives.
Fuck the smirk of legislation,
fuck the arrogance of law,
fuck the grins of ‘Euro-Beuro-Crats’-
- all rotten to the core.

Fuck the failing ‘nanny-state’, and fuck its patronizing view.
Fuck the way they always think they know what’s best for you.
Fuck the rich and their 'tax write-off’s’,
fuck their growing slice of cake,
and fuck the tax-man,
who’d tax every drink and fucking breath you’d take.

“Fuck You - I’m alright Jack!” - that’s the currency today.
Well ‘Fuck You’ - I don’t want it, so just stay…
the fuck…
Fuck the “Page 3” macho ‘ape-men’,
fuck their xenophobic minds,
and fuck the fact that homes lie empty…
… while the homeless…
out time.

Fuck all Labour - fuck Conservative - fuck the Liberal Democrats,
fuck the way we’re all dictated to by ‘Ego-centric Pratts’!
Fuck the rising cost of living,
fuck the price of Daily Bread,
fuck the fact that there are those who think they’re better fucking dead!

Fuck the bills you pay, the debts you owe, the fucking C.S.A..
Fuck the fact that no-one listens to a fucking word you say.
Fuck the cheating,
Fuck the lying,
Fuck hypocrisy (it's rife!),
FUCK THE WORLD, and all it stands for,
get a grip…
Grab Back Your Life!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Spanish Guitar

This post contains a few Spanish Guitar style videos.... Spanish Guitar is my most favoritest style of Guitar playing.... Why you ask..... See for yourself in these videos. ;) Ciao.

This is my most favorite of all the Spanish guitar songs... It's called Romanza.... Here a couple O variations of the song are put up.

Romanza ends here. :)

Hope u guys liked them... tc for now.

100 Guitar Riffs in One Video


Improvisation....Nerdy Style !!!

Simply Awesome Videos by David............Enjoy !!!

Bohemian Rhapsody

ENJOY !!!!!!!!!

Andres Segovia

Andres Segovia, the great Spanish Guitarist.....Here are a few of his famous videos all together. Enjoy.

For further info on Andres Segovia,


My favorite Guitar Videos

I am taking a small break from writing poetry. So this section where I upload a few videos, consists of some really great Guitar Videos. Hope you guys enjoy this Sound of Music. Cya soon. Ciao.

MichealAngelo Batio... MAB...The God !

Michelangelo Batio - Double guitar

Some classic stuff(ends here)

The ones written below, some of my old stuff(& very old stuff)...that section is over. Hope you all guys liked these poems too... Take care. Cya.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

It's gone & Nobody's here....

It's gone,
What's gone? My Mind?
Soul? No I am fine....
Not really....
Deep inside,something is missing...
The Love & that tender kissing....
She walked out herself,
& Now,all I do is talk to myself,
In the mirror,with the Reflection,
My heart is dead,
But soon it will make a resurrection,
Once the wounds heal,
And I am Loved for real,
& A type of Love that I can feel.

But nobody Loves me,
Everybody hates me,
But Nobody,Nobody cares,
Nobody loves me,
That Nobody is me,
But I can't go on,
Loving myself cuz noone does,
I'm all alone & no longer what I once was,
But the only thing that keeps me alive,
Is the knowing that the next day,
It might all change,
To the best in my Life,
And that "no nobody"
May change to "Some Somebody."

P.S: It was a poem written long time back...Obviously there seem some outta place lines..But still, i hope it's enjoyable. Cya. :)

Monday, June 15, 2009

Keep My Heart

Keep My Heart,
For you need someone to hold,
Cuz. your heart is stone dead,
And I don't want you to,
Leave some else so alone & cold.

Keep My Heart,
Cuz. yours, is not a real one,
You need to learn to love others,
And not forget them once your work is done.

Keep My Heart,
It ll give you the crimson but loving touch,
A warm embrace,
Unlike your heart,
To hurt,its only grace,

Keep My Heart,
It will teach you to cry,
It will teach you that,
More than your pride,
Which hasn't died,
It's important to be humble,
Even in your pride.

Keep My Heart,
It will teach you to Love,
It will teach you to care & feel,
And in the process,
Your own sorrows heal.

Keep My Heart,
It will remind you many sweet memories untold,
Memories,sweet and painful,
Which you never let me unfold,

Keep My Heart,
O, still, unmoved creature,
You will need this Loving touch,
Now and forever.

The friend in me

The friend in me
Promises to be true to you,
No matter what the day,
Says he, he'll be there for you,
And Listen to what you have to say,
He promises to keep secrets for you,
Says he, he'll never go away,
Cuz. for a friend,says he,like you,
It's the least he can do.

This friend in me,
Has a heart of gold,
I assure it,
He'll give warmth,whenever you feel cold,
And he'll be there,
To care,
And when you need someone to hold,

He'll be your friend,
Till this world comes to an end,
He's gonna forever stay,
By your side...Night and day,
He'll be there to listen to you,
He'll be there to care,
To multiply your joys,
And your sorrows to share.

All he needs is a chance,
To show what a friend he can be,
He doesn't need any justification,
But he will be a good friend,
As you want him to be,

He'll make you laugh, He'll make you smile,
He'll make the time you spent with him,
He'll do all that he can,
To increase this, Beautiful friendship span,

He's the one,
Whom you can confide in,
And your secrets,
You can trust in him,
I promise,that he'll keep all of them inside of him,
[And never let them out]
And always keep them in,

The remaining part of the poem I have put out cuz I need to rework on this poem to make it sound and feel right. I ll get back on this poem soon. Cya.

Lonesome Love- But still my Love.....

I never knew there would be a better tomorrow,
But you came into my life,
And took away all my sorrow,

My days of sadness are a thing buried in the past,
Because I've found true Love, at last,

My days of emptiness are gone,for good,
Because you feel the void,in my heart,
That you anyday could,

You've opened the window,
You've shown me the light,
And Love for you will now,
Now continue to burn bright,

But Alas!
I dreamt of a Love
That could never be,
Though I felt it once,
You were to be my destiny,
I Love you so much,
But time wasn't right,
Everyone here knows,
How much I want you,
Here by side.

But I had to let you go, You know,
Cuz. you are meant for someone else & not me,
But even a friend,
With you I could not be,
Though this breaks my heart,
But we are meant to not be together but apart,
This has to be done,
Even thought I don't want to,
But I hope you come back to me,
After all's said and done,
And remember,even then you'll forever be my special someone.

I'm saying you Goodbye,
It's easier for me to rather die,
But please,please understand,
This separation,
Is the hardest thing I'll and can ever with-stand.

Yes, this is the hardest thing,
I ever had to do,
But I will forever remember you,
No matter what,inside my apart heart,
And now I pray, that you remember me too.

What you mean to me

If ever,
I were to live forever,
But without you near,
I don't want that then dear,
Cuz. it's for Love that I bleed,
And only you is what I'll ever need,

To live this life,
Maybe forever or just a single day,
Anytime you are near,here with me,
Life has a heavenly way,
Which always leads to happiness,
And sorrow never has its say.

Not a single drop of sorrow is seen,
The place your Love has been,
Then be it the Deserts or the high mountains or the grasses green,
Or be it the people,
Or the land as a whole,
You are there as a friend till the end,
For someone who's alone.

You don't know this,
You don't know how precious are,
To me and my world,
Cuz. to some,you are jus. a somebody,
But for me,you are the world.

I can't rhyme

I can't rhyme,
When I have you on my mind,
My poetry can now hardly find,
Words which used to define,
What you are to me,
And how sweet Love can confine,
All the beautiful,crimson thoughts,
That cross my mind.

But Now,
Rhyming seems,
That last thing I can do,
It's become,like,
Confessing my heart to you,
No matter how hard I tried,
I was always filled with doubt,
Flowers withered,
& Chocolates melted,
But words never came out of mouth,

I've become thoughtless,
I've turned speechless,My poetry now seems senseless,
Even the English language is done with me,
Says, can't go any further,
That's the end for me.....

Come back to me

Your Love is the picture of a 1000 sunsets,
It gives the freedom of a 1000 loves,
It feels Love is forever since we met,
And pure & white as those doves.

This Love is a special feeling,
Which burns the passionate flame,
Known to few for real is its meaning,
And only few survive this (dangerous) game,

But with your separation now,
I can't feel this magical Love now,
My Life's glommy,
And dark shadows are casting over me,
This is fearful,
For real,
'Cuz without you,
It feels,Life is now asking an endless rue,
The state of my heart is pathetic,
Which is far beyond even 'mythic',

This separation is more than the worst nightmare,
All this now, I cannot bare,
Please come back to me,
'Cuz you & I are,
Forever meant to be....

A wish

A little story weaves around the following couplet of poems..... I was writing some poem where to many things I don't want were being written about...After some 12 lines into that poem, I murderously criss crossed that paper and began writing this poem... Initially I had written just one short poem, but later on... I wrote an another poem as its part to go alongwith it. I was actually inspired in writing in this manner after reading a few Renaissance poetry. The poets of those times were so talented that one poem was simply not enough to get all things compiled into. So they used the "to be continued" style or the "breaking it into manageable chunks for the reader to remain perfectly sane and yet continue reading" style. Either ways, mine's just a simple experimentation from some one year and two months back. (April 2008). Hope I get the message across. Cya.

"A WISH - Part 1"

A dream to fly,
A desire to run,
Go crazy & wild,
Have all the fun,
Jump & Climb,
Move about with nothing to care,
Reach for the open sky,
Do all the things,
I wish to dare,
Drench myself in the rain,
Be myself all Life through,
Put a smile,
On my face and yours, too,
Make all feel beautiful,
& Lock away my tears,
Then drench myself in the rain,again,
& Wash away, all my pain,
Put to rest,
My each & every fear,
& Fly like a bird,
Searching for a better home,
SCREAM for an echo,
& Pray for a better evening,
With a brighter sun,
To come,The next morning,
Let the ache dispappear,
Let all the pain subside,
Let life be better,today & tomorrow,
Let my yesterday hide.

"A WISH - Part 2"

Moonlight skies over me,
To gaze the night away,
Wake to the morning sun,
To wash the tears of yesterday,
Fly away with the birds,
Into the open sky,
To feel,Kicking & Alive,
Long after I die,
Put my heart forth,
In front of my mind,
Walk through as a vagabond,
With none to search or find,
Keep hatred none,
Always Love someone,
& Be Loved too,
Hurt I have none,
& Hope you don't hurt me either,
And Hold onto a friend forever,
Have no sarcasm,
Have no tears,
Have a little wish to make,
To grow beyond my years,
I wish a little wish again,
With every step,
I wish to gain.

Untitled again

Make me understand,
Make me realize,
Make me think,
In times of crisis,
Don't let me blink;

Drive me with strength,
Drive me with passion,
But do give me a brain,
B/W wrong & right to reason,
With a mind so sane;

Let me speak,
Only when necessary,
Let my heart out,
Only when I am alone & lonely,
But without any doubt,
Make me run & fly,
Into the depths,
Of the open sky,
Make the gentle wind,
Blow into me,like,
The sweet sound of music;

.................The poem actually got left incomplete cuaz I started writing an another one.....:)


I have decided to let these poems remain as untouched as possible... reworking them only when absolutely absolutely necessary. That's why, no title either. :)

Where do I fall,
Where do I go,
Where do I stand,
Does anybody know,
How do I decide,
Whom do I emulate,
What are my justifications,
For things I forget,
With whom shall I share,
Who's a friend, who's a foe,
Whose smile do I trust,
Everyone tells me to do so,
For whom shall I break my spine,
Who of all can read my mind,
Is there a purpose,
For things I find,
What is my motive,
Am I special,cursed or divine,
Hail, whom shall I,
Support,who shall me,
Love,why should I,
When I am with it(Love) lonely,
What decision should I make,
What promise must I break,
What path shall I take,
Is it better to move than to wait?
Can I make a wish,
Or take Life with a pinch of salt,
Should I drive myself ahead,
Or come to a grinding halt,
Or should I keep silent,
When all around,
Is always at fault,
Should I burn inside,
Should I accept life as a misery,(Rework)
What should I decide,
Be like all of you, or just be me?

Some CLASSIC stuff !! (Starts here)

This are some of my poems from a very long time ago.... Some are probably 6 years old, some 2 years and some some one and half years old...times when I was a make shift with more breaks and less work kind of a writer. The poems have somewhere been left incomplete, somewhere sound out of rhyme and at times, absolutely senseless.... Hope you all manage to get through them all with a sane mind. :) Take care.

P.S: Much of the stuff I had written as a teen was lost when our house was relocated. These are only a few of them that I was able to save. Later,Now,when I was outta Bombay, my sister made sure that this stuff stayed safe till the rightful owner took charge of them. So here they are... Happy reading........... ;)

Friday, June 12, 2009


It's just a poem.... Once again I clarify... I ain't endorsing all that I write.....What my mind thinks at a moment I pen down... And's T20 style yet again.... Take care. :)

When all's going shit,

And life you,

In the nuts hit,

Fuck the pain,

Drown yourself,

In some heavy cocaine,

& Let this mind,

Go Insane,

If there's any sorrow,

Or remorse,

A guilty feeling,

Or people doing things,

You don't endorse,

Fuck that feeling,

Take a light,

Screw up your worries,

In a smoke,

Stay outta sight,

And sleep tight,

If you want,

Eat an ice cream,

If it makes you happy,

Stab someone in the back,

Be selfish and self centred,

Be sinister & philander,

If you must,

Be unjust,

And hurtful,

Shy away from the truth,

If doing so,

Gets you what you want,

Cuz telling the truth,

Only makes people misunderstand you,

So fuck truth anyway,

Be happy and proud,

Shout it out loud,

That you hate everyone around,

From the heavens to people,

Six feet under the ground,

And all you care,

Is about you & only you,

So Fuck the rest,

Say,"I am the best."