Sunday, October 5, 2008

"INGENUOUSLY  INNOCENT "  

Thursday, October 2, 2008

NOTE: All The poems are written by me... any similarity with another poem is purely coincidental and i don't take responsibility of any charge whatsoever of copyrights or whatsoever...
Mistake of my life
hello was hard
u didnt know what to say
you looked at me
but i looked the other way

i blushed every time i saw you
u talked to me everyday
u smiled u laughed u cared
u didnt want me to look away

u finally talked to me and made me ya friend
we promised each other our friendship would never end
i dont know why but after some time
you stopped talking to me and left me cryin

you went too far snapping all the cords
you left me in a quandry why you behaved so odd
do tell me if i was a bad friend
do tell me if you expected something more
do tell me everything thats on ya mind
do tel me and please dont ignore

dont you remember how we used to play
when i was about to leave 
 you always wanted me to stay
dont you even recollect those days 
dont you even retrospect those days

though i wish you all the success in life
and pray that your life always go great guns
but i want u to know that
the word "friend" itself now scares me 
and i am wary of making new ones



cosmos conspires

I laugh i play all day long
to hide the signs of solitude
But for oft when on my bed i recline
I get in touch with that pensive mood

I wonder why God does this with me
when i am innocous to every1 else
wondering what all i could have achieved but missed
just coz luck never rang my doorbells,

It appears to me that no1 likes me
even my "friends" dont  ever care
Apparently teaming with those opposing me
thy omnipotent almighty is also there





Wish i could 4get uwish i could forget you
  i wish i had never met you
  i would never cry when you didnt pick up my calls
 i would never curse my life that seemed like cages walls
  i would never weep inside when u werent there 4 me
 i wouldnt care 2 tell u my happy sorrow moments and would let it be
  i wouldnt need ur help nor ask u what to do
 i wish only if i could forget you
  i'd never have to pretend 2 be happy outside when you turned your back
 i'd never pray that it was ur call, everytime my phone rang
  it would never matter to me whenever you said adieu
 i would never want you to know that my platonic affection for you has always been true
  but i only wish if i could forget you
 yes i do wish if i could forget you
  .....
why do i miss u?
  even more than you do
 although my mind is overwhelmed with several such questions
  but my heart has never been sceptical
  heart does not believe on my own mind
  that demands my heart to be practical
 my heart insouciant to my own mind, is unwaveringly loyal to you
 it wants to be ignorant and blissful than know whats true
  it un dignifies the very question in my mind 'why i miss you'
 you dont have attachment for my heart and its gonna cry when it realises this
  but my heart is smart and perhaps knows that ignorance itself is bliss
 so it ignores when you dont call and all the misbehaviour you do
and then it believes the otherwise implausible clarification that afterwards ensue
 i dont know if you have attachment for me and i dnt know whats true
  i neither know nor want to know why do i miss you
  why do i miss you
  ....