my man

I remember the first time he held my hand,
remember the first time he kissed me.
it felt so real and that feeling was there for another day.

He was and is there with me today and for tomorrow and yes, yesterday,
I melt in his arms and that smile could kill me day after day.

My mind is at peace and every breath i take is like a song at night,
thinking he is around is all that takes for me to rest.

He is my husband,my soul mate,my guy,
the father of my kids and the friend in need.

He is there and that is why my parents never miss a beat,
he is there and that is why they keep going.

His mother,his father,his sister say he is for keeps,
one man in all those roles is what my man is.


being within the walls of self,looking at the one within,
you thought you forget the past and moved on to the present.

you met yourself at the end and questioned again and again,
the answers were always the ones that you wanted to hear.

today you met the “you” that came to visit from the past,
it said “tell me my friend,does it feel good to see me”?

you smiled and you walked away,never looking back,
it was the point you missed,you missed completing yourself by answering the question.

you still linger on to those moments and think that no one can say,no one can hear the past?

say it out my soul,tell him,shout out, for it feels like a baby with no past and future that she holds for herself.

mind games

I can hear the voices in my head,
are they trying to tell me something?

i can see figures float around,
are they are a part of my mind?

i can see shadows,more than one,
are they following me?

i can feel the pain inside,
are they not showing themselves to you?

i can feel the emptiness in me,
are they just illusion created by me?

i need to know the answers,
or are these question are part of the game?

Rumi said this !

over’s nationality is separate from all other religions,
The lover’s religion and nationality is the Beloved (God).

The lover’s cause is separate from all other causes
Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries

* the above is from Masnavi

Rumi’s universality

What can I do, Submitters to God? I do not know myself.
I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Zoroastrian nor Muslim,
I am not from east or west, not from land or sea,
not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament,
not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire.
I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world,
not from existence, not from being.
I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin,
not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of Khurasan
I am not from the world, not from beyond,
not from heaven and not from hell.
I am not from Adam, not from Eve, not from paradise and not from Ridwan.
My place is placeless, my trace is traceless,
no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls.
I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one.
One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call.
He is the first, he is the last, he is the outer, he is the inner.
Beyond “He” and “He is” I know no other.
I am drunk from the cup of love, the two worlds have escaped me.
I have no concern but carouse and rapture.
If one day in my life I spend a moment without you
from that hour and that time I would repent my life.
If one day I am given a moment in solitude with you
I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever.
O Sun of Tabriz (Shams Tabrizi), I am so tipsy here in this world,
I have no tale to tell but tipsiness and rapture.

Child Woman!!!!!!!

they come and they go,
they flatter me away.
they ask me no questions,
they give me no words.
who can they be!
they come in every thoughts.

* me wrote this as a child of 7,it makes up for 29 too 🙂


she stands there asking for alms…
they toss a coin into her arms.
she is happy with what they give…
never demands for more.

is she happy with her life???
better than u and me around…..

Pic courtesy Google

grey skies

it is just like a part of the life i lead
it brings in showers of tiny greed
it stays away when needed most…

my grey skies are always dull, loom, torn apart from the real world…
they ask me now questions, they give me no words…
it is just that today i discovered…
they were waiting for me to pull the clouds apart…
to let them rain and shower bliss….

I for my part have to keep the promise…
the promise of showers will fall on your face…
tingling the insides of your soul….
making you feel a part of me…

my kind of woman…

her hair is open like the wild Ganges….
her mouth is soft like velvet and wet…
her eyes are a mystery to the observer in day light or in dark…
her long hands are like the stems of the jasmine….
her fingers are like vine they cling on to you…
her toes remind you of the pebbles near the ocean…
her hips are born to rule and swing you along..
her legs are fine like the stretch at the woods….

her body is yours for day and for night…
her soul remains untouched for today and forever….
this her is the she, who lives not by rules…
she lives in a land where she is her own muse…..

she is every women i know, she is the epitome of the earth below and the ruler of the blue skies above….
she s free like the wind, she flows like the river, she laughs like the rain and dances with the trees….
she lives in your heart..hear her close your eyes and hear her…..

No one Told Me

no one told me that it would not end in a day,
that it would take years for it to lay quite.

no one told me it would bring back in tears,
that they can flow without any reason.

no one told me that my place would be wiped out,
that it would be replaced by what you call “good friend”.

no one told me i would have to be brave,
that i would have to put on a mask and face people.

no one told me i would have to sit on the same sofa,
that it would make my blood boil.

no one told me it would be hard to walk in there,
that the shadow of someone unkown will linger around.

no one told me that i would look for smells,
and feel sick in my stomach.

no one told me that it was going to break me piece by piece,
that at the end i would have to hold on to memories.

no one,no one told me that this day would come………


went to a friends place and they go wassup??
chat with another online and he goes assup??
call the other and she said ssup??
called him and he said sup?

So what is this wassup i ask,
Is it the new lingo in the land,
or the new phrase from bangalore to bandstnad.

If ask me how are you?
I will say ” great and how do u do?

If you ask me howz life?
I will be polite and say it alrite.

Where are those words which ended in please,
the only thing i hear these days is jeeze!!!!

Is this what is taught in school,
the incomplete english that makes you a complete fool.

P.S – wrote this for fun, no thoughts involved at all 🙂