that sinking feeling............ yet again

the feeling of being let down,
makes me feel like a clown...
the scenario seems to be same,
mesmerizing in cupid's fame,
our judgement so very lame ....

it happened some time back,
my life getting a jaw breaking whack....
thought to myself, never again....
life is a never stopping train,
stay far away from the pain..

the feelings held up against the desire's shackles
desires let go, feelings usher out..
the sense of belongingness arrives,
you don't bother about the logic's cries...
all you wanna do is to try..try...

o! you foolish victim of cupid,
your helplessness makes you so stupid...
rational thinking goes for a toss,
for few fleeting moments,life's full of gloss,
you later realize, nothing was posh....

some say " whats wrong in living the moments?!!!"
i say " whats bloody right in them?!!!"
those tender minutes might seem a magnum opus,
but you tend to loose all your focus....
you say " cometh the hour, cometh the man",
i say " gone the hour, broken is the man"....

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run on ur own
breathe on ur own
dream on ur own
laugh on ur own
think on ur own
exist on ur own!!!

At the Crossroads……

Plethora of thoughts in my mind..

Buzzing me all the time…

Things to do grow and grow…

Things not to do grow and grow…

Confusion! Confusion! Confusion!

Loving is no more, thinking is no more

Sleeping is no more, laughing is no more

Days are passing by, life is passing by

Nights have become day

Days have become night

The end, alas! , not in sight

I don’t know what is right

Fighting with all my might....

The goal is unclear

The path is unclear…

Carrying on still I am,

Laughing still I am,

Sleeping still I am,

Loving still I am,

Thinking still I am,

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Breathing……still, I am……………

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candid confessions!!!!!

the days are passing by
i can feel them go by
how ruthless time can be
the golden memories are almost gone
the new scenario was foregone.

love has dried up it seems
longingness is loosing its shine
situation has forced us to whine
i am missing the sweet life's rhyme.

O! those never ending meets
those forever energetic talks
the sweet smells. the excitement
the brush of the cheeks, the crush of the weeks
the rush of the pulse, the blush of the gal
the kisses and the hugs
O! our weekly sunday chugs
they will never come back for sure
i will miss them more and more
till i am no more..till i am no more...

A LIFE AT INTERNSHIP......

my story is a normal story.....
but i want to tell it.....

the hot sun in the morn...i wake up
dreams left behind in the sleep..i wake up
heart says...its only eight...
but i had slept so late
mind says...gotta go for work
heart says...why not one hour more...
mind says...u slept so late..
but movie was ..so..to taste...
the hot sun in the morn..i buckle up...

ah!! the work ..its easy...no....
yeah its easy from ur point of view...
not much to do...u know..
but so much to listen...u know...
not much to sit..u know..
but so much to stand...u know..
time tries to fly...wat to do...
the lab's monotonous ambience stops it ..so
its lunch time...m happy so..
the hot sun in the afternoon...i labour up..

the food..well...well....well..
i loved it so much...not any more...
agreed...better than my hostel...
but u see..its my vacation..i want more...
i love the next one hour...
passing from two..to ..three
i again become a free..bee..
cozying up in my iron bed..
with my friend "sleep" knocking my head..
i try to surf the net..but to no effect..
i sleep..i sleep...i sleep....
woken up startled by the alarm at three..
its no time to be care free...
back to the lab without a glee....
the hot sun of madras...i hate thee...

the lab has no new surprises...
no new noises....
i settle down in my chair...
the ac feels so nice..and cheese..
the prof becomes my villain of peace..
sorry sir!!! i stand to do my work..
i never again will shirk...
i am not lazy...u know..
but i do things a li'l crazy ..u know...
the early stipend seemed so..nice
now..m realising ..the... price..
the hot sun of madras...its full of vice..

time stands...at five..
i begin to come alive..
eyes on the watch ..all the while..
under the strict alert eyes of prof..
i try to maintain my vigil..
the longest hour is on the anvil..
painfully the clock ticks..
sorrowfully the heart weeps..
its six at last...
i breathe...so fast..
its evening madras...
the hot sun..takes a break at last...

time to tango at the cafeteria..
with noodles...n coffee...
i am finally..care free...
back to the hostel room...
on my iron bed..i feel lonely...
the friends and people ..i love..
so far away..so distant..
i dont forget any instant..
alas!! the memories are only left...
god!! when i will meet them..
but thanks..to the internet and the lan..
i become a very busy man...
the humid madras...i loathe u...

thank you!! orkut and gmail for ur support..
i developed with u..quite a ..rapport..
thank u!! lan for ur movies and songs..
without you...i would have become ..king kong..
the time really flies ..u know..
for the first time..i want it to stop..
but to no avail...n its dinner ...
the night time of madras..its beautiful..

i come back..oh no!!! its 9.30 hrs..
net and lan disconnects ..in 2.30 hrs...
oh!poor me!! quickly i chat with friends..
surf the net.. and load the movies...
its about twelve...net disconnects..
and with it...i ..too...
i start a movie...
mind says..u should sleep...
heart says....its only twelve..
mind says...gotta wake up early..
heart says...for wat the hell..is the alarm??
the movie...i like it...its 2.30 hrs..
time to sleep...my friends...

its always nice talking to u....good night..see u in the morning...!!!