My women!

I belong to the kindest of women.
And my women are brave and pure.

Life of Men!

Men  live in a time  where  teddy bears and cats  receive more  sincere and unconditional  love  than husbands,  boyfriends and  brothers!

Waiting for the perfect!

The sadness in her eyes were beyond protection of the shields and the masks she wore! He was an artist of low repute, yet he could sense what her eyes spoke of! While she could experience the ecstasy of being naked and pure, she stood stubborn! He couldn't afford to stay offering more. He left. She tightened her armour and kept waiting for the perfect! She was 40 then!

Our bed, our pillow and my arms!

My arms used to feel the pain when I wake up every morning even though you slept with me not, not even one night. In our kingsize dream world, we both knew we only had one pillow and why was it so!

Fictional union

She who came to him, left!
It took him a decade to start thinking what is next?
It took her two decades to feel good again at what she has been was blessed with.
They met at his penultimate moment of life.
He died in her bed!

The armour

People are way too optimistic about the power they assume they have got to control how they are being perceived. They don't realize that none of the armours they wear is free of holes!

You are going to regret for not being on my side.

Hey, You!
You both!

You are going to regret, for not being on my side.

When I turn out to be what I am with all its enviable greatness and charm one day, you are going to feel guilty for not supporting me, for not being on my side, let alone you listening to the words of those people who didn't even listened to me for a while!

You are going to curse yourself that day when you realise that what all I haven't told you were actually greater than what you even doubt you deserve!
You are going to cry loud at my departure to some other world, hearing what my beautiful peers would say about me and about what you were to me. They are not those people whom you heard of before. Oh forget it, you hardly know about the people who trusted me!
I cannot pity you because you are not somebody else. You are my very existence if only, you realise that.

I cannot discard you like the way you discarded me. I cannot curse you like the way you cursed me. I cannot blackmail you emotionally like the way you did to me multiple times.
I cried a million times at many many nights, but all you saw were me waking up at the noon after watching movies all the night.

You think that I am criminal. I don't even hurt an ant!
You think that I am crooked. I haven't  even learned to tell a perfect lie yet!

All I wanted was to be trusted.
All I wanted was you being on my side discarding the words of those who don't even know me.
All I prayed was for your longer life and not at all mine, just for me to have a little more time to show that your son was not a waste of your energy, love, time, hope and money. Because I have arrived at a point wherein I realised that you don't believe what is not shown. Maybe I don't know to show what is so pure within. I have lost a greater woman bygone times just because I failed to show how much I loved her. I think I lost you too on similar grounds.

Alright! Let me help you recall what your dad, my grandfather, said about me back then. He said that this kid is loyal, and you both heard that so well when I was still a kid sitting beside him on his very bed, while you both were still standing! And his grandson can't be anything lesser than that. It is just that you didn't trust me, and now I feel that you didn't trust your father as well.

Hey, all I asked for were just a little more time. I am just 28 and has lost lots from the times I have had in the past, to a range which you can't even ever imagine. I am not a loser, that is for sure. And you don't trust me, that is also for sure.

All I asked for were just a little more time.

Ultimate Sin

Between a man and a woman, betrayal is not the ultimate sin. It is the withdrawal and departure from one another devoid of a decent just!

Sin and Crime

Sin is most often beautiful.
Crime is, most often, what is not.

Art and Ideology

The art and the ideology you carry is reflected in you even when you don't exhibit it. Showing them off at every breath of your life or being an advocate or a carrier of what you have got most often results in earning belittled value of your overall self! Let people adore you for that reflects in you, naturally.

If you are a dancer, the way your eyes look and the size of your butts will reflect it.
If you are a communist, your empathy towards humans and the decisions you take reflects it.
It is as simple as that!

The irony of "Karma"

What is the point
When you don't feel anything
When the old scores are settled
By the concept of Karma?

I will tell you.
Rejoice,
For you are profoundly refined!

All bastards are same?

Someone once said,
"Not everywhere you fit in is where you belong."

So certain is a return

For someone else once said,
"A known bastard is better than an unknown bastard!"

Happy Birthday

Thank you for being born.
If not, I would have been alone!

Our story

The roads we traveled together
And the walls that protected us
Will tell our story some day
Even when we both die!

Privilege of an empty handed

One of the most lucrative privileges of an empty handed is the easiness to embrace wholeheartedly!

Two Strangers

Back then, there used to be
Soulful midnight melodies
Both of them listened to, 

The same time,
Lying on two different beds
But sleeping together, 

Intertwined,
And imbibing life
From the breath of the other!

Today, they don't even reflect 

The acquaintance between two strangers!

A hand to hold

I wish I have a hand to hold.
Not because I feel weak.
Maybe I just need to feel some tenderness...

A book

You are a book being read every moment,
By someone or the other,
Though only in parts!

But, you are extremely safe,
Rather, unfortunate
For no one has ever read the entire book!"

Agonies of a trumpet

Ever tried to listen to the unheard agonies of a loud trumpet!?