Monday, January 30, 2012

Is Just My Name

Don't say that you know me when you don't
you don't have any of my affections to flaunt.

you were never there to count my countless tears.
i have gracefully accepted all blows with my heart bare.

you never offered your supporting shoulders to me.
i stood on my own pushing, slaughtering many

in the dark night when i felt lonely & scared.
you were lost, busy away & hardly ever cared.

and you know nothing about what all did I go through
and how rarely did I smile with reasons few.

now to see you demanding my old self sounds so lame.
That all you know about me now is just my name.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

and that wait never ends

and that wait never ends
    is on for several years
          hundreds of hours
                   millions of minutes

and these sleepless eyes
        they never blink
              not for a second
                     neither for a day

yet the act is
                         such a constant state
                                that it never dims

never fades or lightens
                or disappears ever
                          neither does it rest

but it always bothers
             keeps wide awake
                      forever restless

turns horribly rude
                absolutely ruthless
                         and hardly ever cares

it’s nothing worth keeping
           worth carrying 
                             inside a heavy heart

yet it has become
                          an undivided part of me
                                & is to stay forever

i did nothing
              to induce it or
                                  to save it in my life

           & now i can do nothing
                                nothing humanly possible
                                                    to keep it away from my heart   

 and that wait never ends

Saturday, January 21, 2012

To Become a "Younger Me"

Sometimes i sway away to be a "Younger Me"

the "me" that you would never know

the "me" with the softest of heart & a fresh dream

the "me" full of yearning to be loved

the "me" who thought life was a chapter from "Mills & Boons"

& thought there was no other

the "me" who would feel shy but yet love

for "me" every dream was a flight to heaven

and everyday was a hope

every affair was a love story

& in every love story "they lived happily ever after"

for "me" no other thing could be real but the world as she percieved.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Types of people girls meet on FB

various types of desperados we meet

1)harmless suckers

they are the ones who only wish to increase the number of girls in their friend list. the obvious reason is to show off. they send random friend requests to any girl who happen to be present on fb. they always like whatever a girl posts & seldom comment. their comments are not more than one  words –‘nice’, ‘beautiful’,’wow’, ‘great’ etc. they are neither courageous nor daring enough to go beyond this. but they are content with the growing number of girls in their friend list.

2)Wannabe dudes

they often send messages followed by a friend request. messages can vary from “will you please be my friend?” to “hello dear, looking for friends who can meet, party and have fun with me”. such wannabes try to show themselves as the only stud alive in the town. show themselves off as Casanovas. excuse me you dumb heads,  all girls know that you have been a complete despo & a bigger looser. if you were such a stud then you wouldn’t have sent any random request at the first place

3) Friend’s friend

they are your friend’s friend & most of the times even your friends also refuse to acknowledge their friendship with such losers. so once you accept their friend request, only as an act of courtesy, as he is your friend’s friend, they are all over your profile. checking every damn picture of yours with ridiculous comments. they start calling you as if they were you chaddi buddies. whatever status you update, they have some rubbish statement to make.

4) biggest losers

they are usually inactive, hardly comment or like anything. you even forget they exist until they message. such are uselessly silent stalkers & nymphomaniacs. they would ask you “ what are you wearing babes?” to “ how would you like to do me?” to  “ what all you want me to do to you honey?”
ahem ..ahem .. no matter how much knowledge you try to show in the field of sex, we know that you never had any. all you can do is talk about it. most of the times, the lines are picked up from porn movies. where as you try to show us your active sex-life, we so very know that you have none & you just trying to have a blind chance on anyone you can get your hands on.

And the list is not enough but i am too full of anguish to add on anything at the moment. the only thing i wish to share is that

“ we all know that you people are such losers in real life so stop pretending & become real you…probably someone will start liking you too”