I never knew I would be like this

I never knew i would be like this,
So in love with you, listening to your breath puts me at bliss.
Now that you are gonna be my wife, this still feels like a dream,
You still give me the same ring, that you did back in 2008 spring.
I feel complete with you by my side,
Because I see my world in your eyes.
As we step into this new life with hands held together,
I pray this love between us stays for ever.

Cheezy Poem

Biba, give me some jazz,
Do something blah.
O' meri woofer,
Itna bhau naa kha.

Talking to you is itna soothing,
Sahi kehta hai facebook, aap ho Miss Moonbeam :)
Aapki moonlight ko hum miss karte hai har moment.
jaise Delhi ke garmi me.. AC ka current

Apne flyin carpet pe uddke yahan aa jaao ke hum tumhe yaad karte hai,
Is ghadi me to hum aapko apne paas chahte hai.
Need you here with heart so full of desire,
Oh! Look at that, my pillow is on fire.

Ab yeh mat kehna "bas thats it",
Coz I think you are so sweet and so be it :)

Pinky Fingers.

Been a while I wrote some comedy; by the way I am a big fan of cartoons and very soon I wanna have one of my own. "Pinky Fingers" is the name of this character. I have been thinking about this laughter bomb for quite a while now but never really got into the mood write about this great guy; before my thoughts get polluted I wanna write something down.
With bandages on all his fingers, he is a shoddy superstar. Gifted with intelligence, he is short height with glasses on, pot bellied, always wears a 3/4 pant and a T shirt with his belly trying to take a peep at the world outside. Why does he have bandages on his fingers? Why is his named "Pinky Fingers"? Why is he called a shoddy superstar? Does that ring a bell?? No...? I'll explain... Read on folks :-)

..... Tb Contd

Random Thoughts - When solitude gets on to you

What are you doing? Are you free? Are we all acting? Ask yourself these questions when you feel the four walls closing in on you.

I think we all are acting and life is a big wonderful screenplay. Will I be doing this if I was let free and allowed to do whatever I want.... never! Will you be doing that what you are doing now... I don't know. Everything is a compromise, no one has the key to set their minds free. I look around I see characters, women trying to be wives, men trying to be husbands. Girls trying to be girlfriends, boys trying to be boyfriends. Nothing is natural, all are acting... the spice of compassion is missing!

Sometimes I am as puzzled as a new born child when my mind cannot take it anymore. With an innocent heart I look at things, I approach people, all had different ideas. Some said you are a freak, some said you suck, some said you are just trying to be different to attract women. Well, I say... till date i could impress none...

I write, I think someone out there might land up on my rantings and will feel I have shared. I get a kick when I click a good picture, I feel the nirvana when I create my own tune. I talk to my car on my way back home and while on long drives I pity my backpack whom I tie to the passenger seat beside me. I have talked to him for hours, damn he knows all my secrets. He is dead, at least he is not pretending.

I have small city eyes, that had big city dreams. Well now I have lived 'em. Coming all this far I have realized that I don't have a single person whom I can call on and just say... listen to me.

Is this the 4th peg of whiskey or the solitude... Oh Craap! I write like a philosopher!

Budday Boyee!

Time is flying by, it was midnight again. I looked towards my phone expecting a few calls, it did not ring. It is just another day... I told myself, pulled the blanket over my face and went to sleep.

It was 23 Sept, the first day of autumn and it is my birthday today. I got up to my usual get up pose, on my knees cheek on the bed, but this time it was my forehead on the bed. Thanked God for this life, for everything, for blessing me with all the opportunities, capabilities everything. That was not it, I asked my gift also, the same thing I ask from him every night before I sleep. YES!!! on this day the great one was born :-). Don't know, no matter how much you try to subside it, on your birthday, you always have a strange kid feeling inside you; I am just not able to put it in words how I am feeling. Ram called, he had kept a new shirt :-), felt pampered, dont know how many times I thanked him, after a long time somebody had gifted me something. Took my ultra quick bath and slipped it on. Damn! I looked good!

Time to cook breakfast and so the day starts. I crack open an egg, throw it on to the pan, I see 2 yolks! Double roll.. yeeee! My birthday bonanza. I named that "A gift from the unknown Chicken". Finished my breakfast and I was out in my car. It was the first day of autumn, fall is setting in and to my surprise I saw the leaves falling off the trees in front of me as I meandered through my locality lanes (I am not trying to create a Yash Chopra mohabbatein romantic scene folks, I dont like him). It was just amazing, I felt good.

Reached office and as soon as I was about to get down of my car, the green day song came on the radio "Best of your time". I got back into my car. Sat for 5 mins, listened to the complete song and ran up to my machine in full mood. Bunch of Happy Birthday messages awaited me in my Inbox. All these wishes made me feel special. In comes Scott, the first question he asked... "So.. to which club are you going tonight Manny?" He knew it was my birthday as my team in India had sent a broadcast mail.

Day was going good, but my much awaited wish had not yet come and the Design review meeting , a 2 hour long marathon was starting in a while. It went on well. Coming back to my machine, to my delight I saw a message from her! That made my day... I was really happy and sent her a truck full of thanks.

Time is flyin by, all I think is... am I doing justice to my life... am I doing enough for my loved ones... I feel I am just like a ship sailing with the currents of life... just another software programmer lost in the race of $s... I have the engine of thoughts and I just need to crank it up with the fuel of desire. I need to take control of my ship.

Hari has invited for dinner. Free dinner! Yo... there ends my day! I am off...

I'm a Beer bottle

I started fresh, nice and chilled,
With spiky new labels that gave everyone the thrill.

He picked me up, twisted me open and sucked my deep within,
Soon he was high when his mind was not in him.

Along came a traffic signal and I was left on the road to lie,
Well, I was better off in the refrigerator staring at boxes of apple pie.

I rolled along the slope until I could rest myself against the pavement,
Next morning the sun was out and I started seeing lots of movement.

People stopped at the signal in their big cars,
All well dressed up hiding their weekend scars.

Some looked at me and exclamed! "Mann this city has become dirty"
I say, ""Dude dont you think that when you party..."

All are so busy, no one ain't got no time,
I wish someone could pick me up and send me to the recycling home of mine.

I dont know if I'd retire,
Soon I am gonna be crushed under someone's tyre.

But that is the worst case scenario,
I hope along comes a Romario.

Lying there for days, I had started recognizing people,
Everyday one guy in a black car would look at me and go straight without taking any trouble.

One day he made his move,
Stopped his car right beside me and took me inside the hood.

In the parking lot of his office, he was in a hurry to dump me in some trash,
Hiding me in his sleeves he took me there, where now I rest waiting for the midnigh crash.

From here I should be taken care of, but I wonder who was that guy,
May be some psycho babbale metal head who just did not like an empty bottle in his eye.

Good Morning

Early morning today, sun peeping throught my balcony. First thing I did... asked Sun to say "Cheeezzz!", rebello sleeps with me along with WIFE :-).

Sun dude...All I ask is for a good day and concentration.