Her eyes...

Your eyes are important to me.
It was with those two glistening eyes you kept on gazing at me in all those magical nights.
Safeguard your eyes, dear.
Take care of your eyes, dear.
You will be needing them for tomorrow.

A letter to God!

A woman with a beautiful mind,
A woman with a great soul,
A woman with real courage,
Yet kind,
Shall not be left with a miserable life.
It is against your rule book, God!
Save her to save your glory, God!
Please...

(An anarchist seeking justice from God for that one woman)

A letter to my boss!

Dear Boss,

I am trained in free hand combat.
But, presently not bound to invest the skills for my existence.
I need it not, for 'I' exist not.
Hence, equip me in such a way that I walk on up in arms.
You will have a chance to know who I am,
And what I am capable of.

the best way

It is wonderful indeed when you have nothing to loose.
You can battle, you can love, you can destroy and you can create.
All in the best way, the beautiful way.

Another man?

He is unwilling to believe,
that there is another man on this same Earth,
who deserve her.
Or, is he unwilling to believe,
that another man has done greater Karma,
so as to live with her!

I am tired, jealous and lost.

I hurt you not, but you were hurt.
You hurt me not, but I was wounded.
Your entry and exit, both were equally unbelievable;
More astonishing being your ability to heal outright.
I am tired, jealous and lost.
Unwilling to cope with the null state.

God, get set.

I have been and still is at war and peace with God. God is playing with me. At times, I also accepted it in sportsman spirit. So, in spite of the wounds I had, I always won. But, when the God continues to intensify my senses, to reply him, to respond to his effort to shook me, I will turn out to equip me with the negative energy to blow away the threat. In this serious state of conflict, it is better to invoke the Lucifer turned Satan into a person, right? The show will be intense now. The rules and conducts will be wiped out from now on, for there is no rule in love and war.... I have gone through both the states with the woman in here. Now it is the time to confront God in the same sincerity......

I am tired

I thought that you have already become my wife,
The storyteller's wife.
I thought that you were born and raised to merge with my flow,
The perennial pure flow.
I thought that you have already attained patience to listen to me,
The never ending minutes.
I thought that you were blessed with the greatest soul I have ever touched...
My thoughts were right, as always.
But, where are you, my woman?
Where are you, my soulful woman?
I know that you would know that this is not just the words of a desperate night.
But, I won't complain if you walk on ignoring this soul,
For I think I live deep within you.
And, I know that my thoughts won't prove wrong.

Where are you?

Will you prove me wrong?

Are you not feeling that I lost my rhythm this night?

Where are you, my soulmate?

I am tired.

How could you?

I withheld asking you, "How could you?", for I fail to hurt you further.
I never said, "I love you", for I knew that you knew it from my aura.
But, tonight, I feel like asking you, "How could you?".
I am sorry.
I am hurt, I guess.
But, I am better, I guess.

Fact

I have hurt all of them.

All of the 3 women in my 25 years.

My mother, my puppeteer, and my soulmate.

Yes, I have hurt them all.

But, not as mercilessly as they all hurt me.