An Anniversary Wish...

Oh the joys of sharing life together..!

And celebrating the gift of love,

'Tis a day worth cherishing,

As the Heavens rain blessings from above.

Priceless are those years of love... 

Love - that cannot be measured in depth.

Love - that grows stronger with each passing day,

As dear as memories sweetly kept.

Together in life through many a struggle, 

And together through strife,

Two hearts journey forth as one,

Staring down vicissitudes as husband and wife...

Dedicated to the best brother and sister-in-law. Ever.
Greetings on your wedding Anniversary! :)

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An Anniversary Wish...

How cherished is the moment when marriage first starts...

An exchange of vows and a giving of hearts.

Many a beautiful joy lying in store,

As each passing day brings a promise of more.

How treasured are the years when a marriage grows strong,

Love and faith and commitment guide it along.

The warmth of a home - with sharing and laughter and fun,

Gently, tenderly, two lives become one.

How euphoric it is! When your dream love-life come true,

For a wonderful couple as special as you!

Scripting new chapters in life, are the two of ye,

Where "us" and "we" replace "you" and "me"...

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Dedicated to two very special people;  my brother and sister-in-law... :)

Ad Majorem *Mater* Gloriam

To have me, she willed to bleed.

I ne'er pay her words much heed,

Yet, she is *the One* I shall always need!

The first face to grace my eyes,

She answered all my infant cries,

She has filled my life with many a sweet surprise.

She taught me how to stand and walk,

She helped turn my incomprehensible babble to talk,

She made me listen to the tick-tock clock.

She made me aware of voice and sound,

She placed my wobbly feet firmly on the ground,

And I feel so safe when she is around.

She taught me what was wrong and right,

She would supervise my lessons with all her might,

She sought to prevent me from many a fight.

So how can I ever cease to be

Affectionate and kind to Thee,

O Thou, who art *a Mother* to me!

(An afterword - to Mother Nature)

Despite our imbecile, insolent greed,

She continues to nurture us and feed.

And what does humanity do? Happily gorge and breed.

- - -

Mother's Day greetings to Mothers everywhere! 
Ad majorem Mater gloriam.

A flower in the wind

There was a flower, the wind once knew,

That spread the fragrance of love.

With her around, time - but rapidly - flew,

For she was a gift, from above.

There was a flower, the wind once knew,

Vibrantly bright, yet plain.

Dissipating freshness and happiness anew,

She smelled of the Earth-drenching rain.

There was a flower, the wind once knew,

Distinctly apart from the rest!

His liking for her but immensely grew,

Ah! How cruel Fate doth jest!

She left without notice; no trace or clue,

The time he wish'd for, ne'er came.

There was a flower, the wind once knew,

Alas, he would ne'er know her name.

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Yin... Yang... Yearn

An eternity between meetings, 

And an instant of togetherness. 

Periods of no touch, 

With a chain of thoughts about your closeness and dearness, 

Pining for your warmth and tenderness, 

Yearning for those calling arms and luscious lips. 

The quintessential, whole life;

Soul and body fuse in unison, 

With no alpha or omega, 

Where everything is unfathomable and clear. 

My half thirsts for your half, 

Yang awaits Yin,

To combine. Unity.

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My Bonny Sweetheart

Those eyes,

The countenance...

Which appear in front

At my every turn,

Stopping my breath.

I know not how to say

That a stranger has made me feel this way.

I search...

For you, my bonny sweetheart.

Nay, you know not

My angst.

My yearning for you...

Is something I cannot describe.

You come in my dreams,

In my sleep.

Your essence teases me deep.

I reach...

For you, my bonny sweetheart.

I wait for the day to dawn,

Whence I shall come

In your path, in your pledges

And into your arms.

Oh! Your care nonpareil...

Your love; my refuge that is never frail...

My impatient desire waits

For you, my bonny sweetheart.

I will come...

Silently.

I will invade your dreams, your thoughts.

My passion overwhelming my senses,

Losing myself in you,

I will reign.

My quest shan't go in vain.

For one day,

I will become yours...

Oh, my bonny sweetheart!

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Written sometime in 2005, posted in my private blog in 2007 and now, reposted here. 

Valentine's Day greetings to you, and yours.

Peace.

C'est la vie...

"O those sensual kisses from you!
Each one seemed like a dream come true.
My fondness and care but exponentially grew;
Alas, reality set in only when time flew."

Those disconsolate, bleary eyes...
Scouring her heart, all in vain,
She turns to Him that resides in the skies.
Momentary respite from a raging pain...

"I know not what I try to say...
I miss and love you more with each passing day!
Why... O why do you still keep me so at bay?!?
Nay... This is more than just an unpretentious lay!"

Her mind, as always - curious - flows,
In a quest for His forgiveness, yet untold.
A passionate refulgence within her glows.
Having failed in love, she had to be bold.

"Know that I adored you right from the start...
Fate may well take aim my dreaded dart.
We may be physically a whole world apart,
But you will forever be enshrined in my heart..."

*a cringe* Her angst never really ends...
She hopes the Omnipotent Being forgives;
For 'tis He who hath bless'd her with wonderful friends,
And 'tis His will that her love still lives...

"O my heart, whenst shalt thou be set free?
I fear to think what the Heavens would decree!
Yet I will stare you right down - O reality!
Amen. As the French say : C'est la vie..."

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My first post of the year 2009 also happens to be a guest-post at Ms. Qureshi's blog - Simply Me Gratias, Mehreen! 

Now that I am done with my forced hiatus (due to reasons mentioned in the previous post), I look forward to catching up on posts that I have missed. A heartfelt "thank you" is all I have to offer, populi, for your warm words.

And oh yes, I have been generously showered with awards. Christmas, New Year and in general! Boy am I lagging behind. Winners will be announced soon. ;)

Peace. Be well.

That Christmas Eve...

Cold winds shrieked as they hit against the window pane. It was nearly two hours since the shop had closed. After all, it was Christmas tomorrow; and who would want to be late for home on Christmas-eve? The residential area was not near by. Not a soul stirred in the desolate road... None but one. A waif. Whose gasped breathing seemed to be a desperate attempt at keeping his young lungs warm in the biting cold.

Little Ronny stood under the light of a lamp-post which was right outside the glass window... Stood. He stood so that the exposed parts of his already under-nourished body could try and absorb some of the warmth that seemed to emanate from the nebuluous light. Ronny could not sit. The pavement was too cold for his raw bottoms. He tried to balance himself by standing on his toes. He needed all of the faint warmth that his near four-foot frame could grope for. 

It would be Christmas soon... Ronny continued to throw hungry glances at the window. Hungry because his stomach ached. Hungry, also, because his will ached. He remembered promising his little sibling "that pretty-pretty pink doll which shhmiled shooo cutely"... That doll lay right behind the glass barrier. Ronny wished he had the strength of Samson - to break the glass. Ah! The lamp-post! But suddenly he wished he hadn't. How could he steal? His dead parents would not like it. But how could he refuse his sister... He knew the pain of an unfulfilled wish. His parents could not afford him an action figure. His sister was all innocence then. She knew no material pain. But now, she had grown into his treasured possession. His little Ree. He winced at the thought of a Christmas tainted by her tears...

There was a brick lying nearby... It was too big for his little hands. Nonetheless, he decided to give it a go. A faint rustle stopped him in his tracks. He looked around. Was there someone waiting to pounce on him? Kidnap him? Or worse; arrest him and throw him in a dark gaol cell? Any plain-clothesman on duty? Ronny's little mind raced... He spotted someone... Was it the beggar? Yeah..! It was "the beggar with the red eyes"... He was towering and gaunt. Ronny feared he was up to no good. But then again... How could anyone be up to no good on Christmas? It just didn't seem right!

All of a sudden, it started raining... The rain came down hard. A storm during Christmas was pretty much unheard of. Ronny ran across the road and hid under a shade. He began to sob... Heavy sobs. He was already drenched. Little feet do not have a long stride... The soaked countenance camouflaged his tears. The sobs became a wail, which was in turn drowned amidst thunder and the fulminating clouds. Then lightning struck and the gale howled. Party-poopers gate crashing a silent Christmas.

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Ronny woke when the faintest of sunlight blessed the Earth. He seemed all warm... "I must be having a terrible fever. Poor nanny will have even more trouble because of me." His thoughts were interrupted by an ancient voice. "Aww, Sonny boy's awayke awre yew dearie... Slept well?" It was the beggar. Ronny trembled at the sight of those bloodshot eyes. Warmth gave way to a tingling chill... The man, but smiled. "Aye, me lad... Wan' me ol' bag o' bones to tayke yew 'ome? No? Naaw there yew gow... Merry Christmas!" He thrust a bundle under Ronny's arm. Ronny took a look at himself with his bleary eyes. A few more layers of clothing, however ragged, adorned him. The beggar reclined against the wall and watched the numb, bewildered boy silently take leave.

Day broke. News of the strong winds, the sudden rains and the devilish lightning taking out a bent lamp-post began to spread. However, there was no news made of the limp cadaver. For, a stone's throw away from the lamp-post was a bare, gaunt body lying lifeless on the cold Earth. The eyes were red. But there was a tranquil serenity about the face, which also bore a pacific smile. Upon finally being discovered, there were talks that he resembled some Saint Nicholas. Humankind is not new to gossip.

Ree would have her Christmas after all...

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"He wishes for the cloths of heaven" (William Butler Yeats) came to my mind as I wrote that story. It is one of my favourites...

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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Here's wishing you and all your family a very Merry Christmas. May the Holy Spirit usher in times of affluence and well-being. Let us try and bring a smile on someone's face. 

Peace on Earth, goodwill to men. (I love that hymn!)

'Til death do us part!

Fate might have played it's fall, but it is said, love goes beyond the grave.

Step inside this heart, where you belong.

Profound, I promise, and strong

My love shall be,

All of my love; for you to see!

Submerged in yearning, my soul stays

To feel the care of your warm embrace!

Forgetting this world of material gain,

Lost in your thoughts I remain.

Step into my life, for I want you to stay

Close beside me all the way.

I will love you even in death,

For it's your essence that completes my breath!

You are mine now, and will always be!

I don't wish to know true destiny.

Fate may aim it's poisoned dart,

To which I will but say-

'Til death do us part!

Fate, and the Fall

Do you believe in Fate? And if you do, ever known what happens when Fate toys with you...

She was his,
He had nothing to lose.
Fate decided to play a fall;
A plot- where he could not choose.

And then she came,
To fill the void in his life.
Life a whiff of fresh air,
Putting an end to his inner strife!

She was angelic,
Far too ethereal to be his mate.
Fate, but grimly smiled;
The fish had taken the bait.

Happy times, or so they seemed;
Her essence had him floored.
Little was he to know,
Fate would soon have him gored!

She was his anodyne,
In his sickness and pain.
She was his amulet,
That brought him only gain.

Hasty, his desires grew;
As he willed to own her.
Taking someone for granted-
Something that would haunt him forever.

And when she left,
Shattered- he remained.
Reality dawned on him,
He had lost what he had gained.

She was his;
For, that's what he had thought.
Fate had played its fall;
A plot- which he had miserably lost!

Heartache

He had a heartache... And, he penned his heart out.

My heart aches for the
Heart I once knew,
Memories of those thoughts
And feelings for you.

I never dreamt I'd face
Heartache like this,
The honesty and respect
Aren't the only things I miss.

The perfect relationship
I thought we made,
Was only in my mind
As I was being played.

Love is blind, now I
know that's true,
Second chances are worth it,
If I find the heart I once knew.

An Anniversary Wish...

As another year passes into oblivion, I pen these lines for a dear brother and sister-in-law. Happy Anniversary!

Another year,
Another tear,
You have found the only cure for loneliness.
Within your hearts was born, the idea of togetherness.

Remember this very day, three years past?
United then, united still- a union that shall forever last.
Oh the joy you felt, just filled your eyes with tears!
May those vows be blessed through never ending years!

A happy anniversary to you today!
Wish you a memorable day today!
A toast, we raise, to the two of you;
And may all your dreams come true!

So happy may you be on your anniversary!
May you bathe in affluence and ecstacy!
May all of your endeavours find success;
Bonne chance, take care and God Bless!

Today, tomorrow and every day after,
Wishing you memorable seconds of togetherness, love and laughter.

Magma Forge- Ramifications of Rage

Ever wondered what could possibly blow a beautiful relationship to Kingdome Come?

Linkin Park was his new interest. "Breaking the Habit" was the current track.

I don't know what's worth fighting for,
Or why I have to scream?
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean!
I don't know how I got this way;
I'll never be alright!
So, I'm breaking the habit!
I'm breaking the habit!
I’m breaking the habit!
Tonight!

He was standing all alone in the dimly lit room. Rain clouds were gathering; for once, BBCs weather forecast seemed to be spot-on! He caught his reflection on the glass window... Those eyes! He stared long and hard... Those were the same eyes she had admired. They could express and convey his emotions with ease. They could reveal what his face would otherwise easily hide. Whenever he would look into her beady eyes, his would nuzzle and rest in those sockets. It would seem to her as if those eyes radiated all the care and warmth in the world. But the same optic spheres held a curse...



It was beginning to drizzle. The raindrops hit against the window pane and there was a distant rumbling... Thunder... The rumbling grew louder. His memory cells twitched. 'Fulminate' was one word he would often associate with himself; others being 'Poetic' and 'Mysterious'. That was the curse. For, the same deep eyes which could radiate endless care and warmth could also flush with temper; a temper so vehement that it would transform him into a Rage elemental. Paroxysmal!



The rain pattered against the window and lightning flashed... His calm self was unperturbed by the sudden ruminations. He felt no emotion and the thoughts continued to flow. George Michael's "Careless Whisper" was in his ears.

Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend.
To the heart and mind,
Ignorance is kind.
There's no comfort in the truth;
Pain is all you'll find!

I'm never gonna dance again!
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool.

Should've known better than to cheat a friend,
And waste this chance that I've been given.
So I'm never gonna dance again,
The way I danced with you!

He never had many people around him. And he had no problems. In fact, he preferred the handful he could count-on any day. It was not that he was not approachable. He was very much affable and amiable. 'Tis just that he wanted his space. He often kept to himself; but never shirked away from people. His eloquence and clarity of thought charmed ladies and gents alike. He had a pretty ordinary sense of humour... He could get boring and he knew it. He wouldn't mind. No one was a complete package. He was proud of the person that he was- independent. There was an air of ego about him; the way he would scoff at mediocrity could testify that! But, his belief in 'Acceptance' would bury any differences. The only possible reason as to why he preferred a handful of souls around him.



She had been the opposite which completed him. Her ebullient self would often force him out of his shell. His infectious enthusiasm brushed on her too. She was impressed by his forethought, his demeanour and most importantly, his impeccable straightforwardness. In a verbatim, she had once said, "You are straight as an arrow." He was one who could call a spade a spade without batting an eyelid. Never once did she think that those eyes she admired so much held a curse.



"Hotel California" was nearing its end.

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice.
And she said "We are all just prisoners here; of our own device."
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast!

He was too straight in his dealings. For all his beliefs in 'Acceptance', he could not 'accept' anything that he felt was unfair. Especially hypocrisy. Which was why, one fateful evening his fury blazed forth- when she blurted out he was being a "trouble" to her. The composed bearing she had known for two odd years was hitherto lacerated and in its place was the Rage elemental. There had been an earlier instance when she had doubted his integrity, but that had been resolved by the sensible soul she had known. That had endeared him to her; a lot. But now, those eyes flushed with uncontrollable fury; his countenance, contorted in a scowl she had not known; and his profile was that of a Netherbeast. Once, she had laughed it off when he candidly admitted his flaring temper. She had now seen it all.



The rain did not seem to relent. The smell of soaked Earth pleased him immensely. He felt as if he was one with Nature. Mercurial... He had never hidden anything about himself; except for his deepest feelings, of course. There seemed to be a faint streak of sado-masochism in his personality. He was not one to give way to emotion; he had his own way of dealing with things. A touch of sadism because the Rage would [initially] not bother about the pain inflicted on her; and masochism because he dwelt in the pain she had caused him... Linkin Park was in his ears again. "Numb"...

I'm tired of being what you want me to be.
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface.
Don't know what you're expecting of me,
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes!
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you!
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)

I've become so numb I can't feel you there!
Become so tired so much more aware;
I'm becoming this.
All I want to do,
Is be more like me and be less like you!

All her apologies fell on deaf ears and were met with brusque, scathing sarcasm. Yes, she was at fault and she did accept it, however late. For once, it was against the laws of Nature and Relationship. It was the girl and not the guy who had blown up a what was a beautiful relationship. But then, by that time, he wanted his space again. No longer did he wish to be a "trouble", however [un]intentional, to anyone. His ego, pride and vanity conveniently shielded him from any possible repercussions. He ensured that she would cease to depend on him for emotional support. And with that, he had chucked the last option of any possible 'reunion' right out of the window.


He had no regrets. He had but one feeling... He had allowed his darker side to dominate when he could have been his usual, sensible self. But then again, he loathed hypocrisy. For all the 'big' words she had used on him, she had... He had always been himself. He had a nice and a nasty side to him; which he had not hidden from her. He lost someone whom he had sincerely adored. He knew it.



He continued looking out of the window. The weather was a welcome change. Zeus' lightning-bolts still filled the evening sky. Each one vying for brilliance. Hephaestus must have had a hard time forging them. Michael Jackson's "Who is it?" got our man thinking again.

I am the damned,
I am the dead,
I am the agony
Inside the dying head!

This is injustice!
Woe unto Thee!
I'll pray this punishment
Would have mercy on me!

He was philosophical with his pondering. "No one is perfect.", he was to later reflect. "It is 'Acceptance' that binds people. In our case, we accepted almost everything about each other. We were to later discern that I could not accept her bouts of hypocrisy and she could not accept my fit of... For all the 'Fire and Ice' tags we associated with our friendship, one thing was pretty much conspicuous- it had been too hot for her and I had been too cold about relenting. That is life. The test comes first, and then the lesson. It is up to us to learn the moral of each lesson." He had moved on. She did not want him in her life. Yet, she wanted him to stay on as her good friend. A grim smile crossed his lips. She had always been so- a bouquet of contradiction!



Perhaps, it was the best thing that could happen for both of them. They had grown to known each other very well, albeit for a season. They complemented one another and there was a lot they had learnt from being together. And finally, when it was time, they parted in the same manner that they had met. As two separate individuals in the walk called "Life".



The rain had by now reduced to a drizzle. Was it the calm after a storm...? Linkin Park was playing again... "What I've Done".

Put to rest,
What you thought of me.
While I clean this slate,
With the hands of uncertainty.
So let mercy come,
And wash away
What I’ve done!

I'll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become!
Erase myself,
And let go of
What I’ve Done!

For, what I’ve done
I start again,
And whatever pain may come,
Today this ends!
I’m forgiving what I’ve done!!!

Music was his solace.