May 12, 2015

  • Happy Sweet Sweet Birthday MoCuishle

    May the scents of spring wrap you in the winter cold,
    May the warmth of summer take a smile from your face,
    May the colors of fall sprout from your eyes,
    On this day and everyday hereafter …
    Happy Sweet Sweet Birthday MoCuishle.

    With Love..

February 17, 2015

  • There are times when one does things with a view in mind without much thought and ends up in a terrible place and it really hurts from every sense and love screams in clutches of life for forgiveness. I seek it and asking for it to you my darling.

    “I am so sorry for what I did,
    It was stupid,
    And immature,
    And unforgivable,
    And I know this is an impossible thing for me to ask,
    But you have to find a way to forgive me,
    Because I don't want to live my life without you.”

February 13, 2015

  • Wake Up Mo Cuishle

    Hey hey...
    Life just told me this "You have the right to remain fucked up, anything you do to change that will be used against you to fuck you up further.."

    You may not need me honey, but I need you.

    The one person who can understand me...C'mon wake up and say hellooo... you know why? You are the only one who survived and shown me that there is something that can be done to change this fucked up life.

    And as usual.. I forgot to say...hmmm I love you ...

February 8, 2015

  • Attitude

    When I was young, teachers, older relatives and many of my friends always asked me to read books, comics, magazines. What I always read was newspaper I was eager to know the present. Everyday I read, many, many papers. Listened to radio, radio from all around the world. I was deeply into music, drama and stories from around the world. The radio we had at home was something that got most of my attention than many of my relatives. It was sometime in 1984 when we got Television at home. Then everyday I watched T.V. Whatever stupid thing that is shown on T.V I watched it. My reading of newspaper continued but I only listened to radio once in a while. Why I didn't read a lot of fiction? Because on everything I myself had a version or story. The world may unite in force and prove me wrong. And the world proved me wrong many, many times. People laughed at me, some still mocks me as a fool who never learned. Even the people I thought who understood me, eventually got all 'stressed' out and fell apart.

    “Patience, world, patience”

    I smiled and got up and walked around. I sat and thought about and talked to myself about another of my own version of something I've heard on T.V

    I can stay like this for age if that's what it takes. I won't change a bit, because of all the people in this world, I know one thing... I am not wrong. I am not saying everyone of the rest of the 7 billion people out there is wrong. That's not up to me to judge.

    Then I asked, “What is it that you are not wrong about?” That question which sprouted from my own conscience angered me.

    I took my phone, looked at the picture of the girl I love (which is the background of the phone) and it calmed me down. Then I said...

    “I was not wrong in leaving my mother land and all I knew to be independent, I was not wrong in standing for the right things to do at work, where all that I got were dishonesty, lies and betrayal. I was no wrong in walking out of jobs. I was not wrong in trying to settle down in a place I love.”

    Then I thought, I have gone through all that for a reason. And that reason was a decision which I took long time back before I came to USA to find love on my own. Find a girl whom I can love, make her understand who I am. Understand her and earn her love, share my life to the fullest with her and live a long, long life. I know if I stayed in India none of this might have happened. I would have faced the incredible interference of people who love me unconditionally.

    I came to USA...

    I looked for love

    I found her, I made her understand who I am.... She loved me...

    I found a version of my story for that love....

    All that I said through that story ended up as criticism of her actions... The one story I wish I can rewrite. The one story like a stone thrown hurt her.. The one person I should have never hurted.

    For the first time directly I admit... I love her
    There is none to listen.... It is all becoming the crazy ramblings of a story teller. Whose story none understood...

    Ah' hey, my version of my own self is...I am just a vagabond who stopped by at her door step and sought a blessing and she gave me love. That one moment I felt it... I will cherish it forever.

    Now when another girl comes to me and even gives me a hint of getting close to me... I will pull my phone out and show the background to her saying “Here is my girl”. Such is the prettiness of my darling... most of the them walk away saying “Lucky you”

    Ah' luck......I will speak about it another day.

January 30, 2015

  • Crazy Apology

    It is a crazy world out there... yeah, almost everyone says that. But what makes one think the world is crazy? I tried asking that question and the answers are very vague.
    I am a crazy guy, I agree, that craziness comes from a part that makes people laugh, angry and sometime cry. I mix it all. The call that I am a crazy person comes when I do everything else other than make people laugh. There are people who believe I am a dark horse unleashed and I have no destination.
    Well it is true that I don't show a lot of self esteem or I have none at all. The reason is I don't care what people think about me. I have lost a lot of people who called me friend because of this. I don't care about them either. Why should I? Hey the one person I call “My Darling” left me for another guy as I told the truth she herself accepted. I gave only stress to her.. the one part I regret. Said that, I apologized... do you know apology is not a one word speech.. it is a step by step process where the last part is the one word speech. I think I am ready for that one word speech... but I am pretty sure it will be to thin air. Otherwise miracles should happen..... well as I know my life very well....miracles doesn't happen to me. Hey even after putting myself again and again in life's wonderful moments, LIFE not really happened to me after the age of about 16. So many-a-times I act like a 16 year old.... If that gave stress to anyone... My sincere apologies … I am really sorry.

January 18, 2015

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January 1, 2015

  • Pathos On A Broken Record

    Here is the first poem of the New Year... I am starting with a little sad one. This is based on a real life event. So the story may sound a bit odd for some people. Feel free to bring up your thoughts and feel free to share it if you love it.

    Here it is

    Nights condensed and thrown millions of pearls,
    To fascinate your eyes, mind and that little heart,
    Day followed uniting every bit of light sprouting,
    Smiles upon your face in the simplistic verses you read.

    Small town, silly school romances, friends and foes you had not,
    Then through blogs, verses and comments he came a friend or foe?
    None knows human minds, as life cycle took you round,
    Round and round life went, life's colors round and round lost.

    Then when he told you are more than a friend, he felt,
    Ah' deep down the spine of yours a twitch you felt,
    Fear of the unknown, fear of the unseen ah' sleepless your sat,
    Feeling the unknown, hands raised in prayer he said, “O' my love”.

    Little heart, innocence filled heart but a kind heart, yours,
    Even the smallest sway in the connection both felt,
    Left shivers down the veins that made you both run,
    Didn't you understood your own love Oh' darling of him?

    Like a broken record he spoke and spoke,
    Like a broken record life took him round and around,
    Surprised you, scared you, sleepless wept,
    Ah' the unknown man, unheard man, forever you left.

    Time passed, a pathos from that broken record again and again heard,
    No words, just a tune that spoke more than words,
    A lover in all truth lost, a lover who lost his words,
    Then from some images he saw in his mind, gave him speech.

    “Fear not the love of mine, O' love of mine,
    Fear not what you know not O' love of mine,
    Fear not the essence of thy life O' love of mine,
    Fear not to hold my heart in your soul O' love of mine,

    For in the shattered world of romance you and I,
    Took baby steps and fell and another fall you fear?
    Make thy fear the power of your words and speak,
    To a man who seeks thy love, O' love of mine.”.

    That broken record kept on playing the pathos again and again.

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September 25, 2014

  • Circus Clown.

    Dreams, memories, paths passed,
    Oh' how wonderfully ecstatic all were!!.

    Lights in dreams turned off,
    Memory lines Blocked.

    Oh' how foolish you were to step on that treadmill,
    Set, executed with all bells and whistles.

    What hurts more is the knowledge,
    How pathetically I failed to save you from it all.

    Now that your life as a fantastic 'circus' you celebrate,
    Why not forget the past?
    Why not forgive each other?
    Why not hold the hands in union for the future?
    Hey' Every 'circus' needs a clown isn't it?