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She is...

A longing...For someone to hold her hand tight
With no worries no fright
She wishes to cross the limits
see beyond horizon what lies...
No she wont so easy commit
Yet to find her summit...
With her head held high she searches-
For an arm to hold
A soul to mould
A shoulder to rest
Herself to nest
A hug to cry
a flower to sigh...
No she dont need a reason to love
She aint that rough
Dont need a season to kiss
she's fine with a peck, u got it miss
Dont need flowers to bring a smile
she's fine to walk a mile...
Boy you may think for a while...
That mine aint new for the hit
find yourself a better fit..
yeah she knows the pain
It aint in vain
That soul is very much alive
But still a bit naive...
O boy what you staring at
She aint a dying rat
Hell with your assumptions
That are beyond redemptions...
Respect if you may
She's a tough neigh
A woman looking for a tough horse for hay...

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In fond memories of Capt. Nikhil Jadhav...

A long lost childhood friend... (24th May 1983 to 7th March 2011)


The music was playing
But couldnt listen to it
The food was on the platter
But couldnt eat it
The news had come
But still cant take it..

Time had arrived
But took away the wrong one
In silence and tranquil
Now lies your gun


That brain closed the doors
To the world unknown
That heart went numb
To the pain and succumbed


Still unable to take the news
You didnt leave us any clues
Rest in peace my dear friend
M sure ur safe up there


Till time unknown when we see you again
We'll stare the sky to point a STAR that you wud represent..


R.I.P. chhotu!!!

Off

Cool wind on my face Reminds me I’m stuck in a maze A dusky haze I fail to wipe off…
Moments pass by A smile with a wry No tears to cry I fail to write me off…
Off they go With a smirk in their eyes Off they go With ignorance on their minds Off they go.. my feelings.. Oh! off they go from all the sides
Looking out with an array of bewildered emotions I’m letting myself be taken away in this wind’s direction Without your sanction Oh lord! how do I put my past off…
Standing on the edge of this cliff I wonder if I at all miff Oh please don’t play the riff In the times so stiff When I fail to look out for a partner to just laugh it all off….

Oh the Bullet!

A thundering sound passed by..
The loud firing jolted me back
As the speed added a zest to my fly..

I am pulled in the momentary series of images, emotions, and a thought..
An experience of a visionary creation of my imagination..
Oh again in that usual daydream, I am happily caught..

It starts with a dense cloud of dust on my face
As I rub my eyes to see through the haze
Oh my god, a Desert Storm in front of my eyes!!!
My heart sets itself on an undefined pace..

The evening's red light fills the sky
I approach the beast..
And wish to fly..

The sun sets in the background
As I see the evening approach..
I decide to settle in the astound..
Its then, I see the moon rise in the night's blue..
The road's all empty..
I park my Storm under a street light, a little mist around...

A dog crosses, looks at me with a refrain..
A dry leaf flies with the breeze..
Settles itself aside in disdain..

I prepare, and wear my gear..
As I assure my Storm, "Babe, you are made to arouse fear!"

I look to my lef…