YOU ARE

YOU ARE
my encouragement in daily strife...
the shine of my mortal life..

the ray of hope,,the happiness..
the hidden craving..the gentleman's finesse...

the dew drop on midnight flowers..
the strength to climb unending towers...

the gliding ray on silvery waters...
the caressing wind on flying feathers...

YOU ARE
the lost treasure of unknown boats,,
who sank to anonymity but left behind golds...

my direction...my compass....
my blank page..my painted canvas...

the playful little boy who pulls my leg..
the old man who loves to seal relationships with a peg..

the long-ago-lost world...
the rare flower that just unfurled....

YOU ARE
the radio sound....the disturbing horns..
my ability to smile despite the thorns....

the rare hue in summer rainbows...
the rare flavor in assorted popcorns...

the missing chocolate in a wooden box...
the surprise candy in X-Mas socks...

my star..my sun..my universe...
my favorite gloss....my lucky purse...

YOU ARE
the unknown dream.. the known reality...
the weightless thought..the heavy vanity...

the point of an unbegun conversation..
the climax of a never-forgotten celebration.....

the winter rain on a green coast...
the scribbled name on a window frost....

the lines on two small palms...
the meaning behind all my psalms....

YOU ARE
my little mischief....my big error..
my idea of today and what is FOREVER....

my dimply smile..the twinkle of my teary eye...
my floating cloud...the wide blue amazing sky....

the raindrops on the wet shore...
the naughty child who always wants more....

my bedtime story....my pretty glory..
my strongest ship when the Ocean's roary...

YOU ARE
the nameless smile creeping on my lip...
the long mile that I walk and trip....

the ruffled pillow under my head...
the satin sheets on my bed......

the house of celebrations and light-beams...
the only music...the evening of my dreams...

the happy baby sleeping in a cot...
the lost moment..the battle fought.....

YOU ARE
the plain..the complicated ..the eye..the finger
the naughty..the haughty...the love....the anger..

YOU ARE MY LOVE,

YOU ARE MY LIFE,

YOU ARE MY PRIDE,

MY MIRACLE.

YOU ARE MY LAUGHTER,

YOU ARE MY HEART,

MY SOUL'S VEHICLE.

You are...

Not all those who wander are lost

A few friends of mine have been disturbed with my mental health , lately.
They say that a girl my age and disposition should be talking more about "Love" than "Life".
Though , I still wonder how they make the distinction between the two- I do agree with them slightly.

So heres' a tribute to Love.
I tried to put in a bit of my romanticism here.
Its a bit negative in places and not all that rosy , I am afraid (am sure some of my friends will agree)..However , there is a strong undercurrent of love& passion.

Hope you all get that feeling ! :-)

Some parts of it come from my own experiments and experiences and other bits are borrowed from friends and people around me and the stories that they have to tell.
Hope they dont mind me borrowing a piece of their Lives!
So all of it is not mine..but mostly!


If you dont orient yourself too much with the negative part , then this poetry has a lot to do with Love , Passion and Forgiveness and the Beauty of the world around you....

Enjoy .





Not all those who wander are LOST.....
Not all those who don't ..are found.

"You say I am yours' but you will never be mine,
Then you want me to be happy and say its fine. "

My blood and tears have formed a pool-
Did you ever find the heart to love a fool?

There are many ways to fight a war thats raging...
But what about your soul--is it not aging?

I have Lived , Loved , Learnt and Unlearnt-
Yet , couldnt find a way to be Unburnt.

My hands are filthy with broken words,
I pick up flowers and they gather dust.

The body wilts, the soul lives--they say!
So,Am so scared , will this scar inside never ever go away?



If you are tired , you take a break.
If you are not , do you let the soul awake?
If you are in Love, you should not run away.
If you are not , then God help (He still may!).


Lets run to the forests and be wild again,
Lets strip off pretensions and be child again.


As the sunset nears and the moon prepares...
Let the soul do its magic--let it begin the repairs.

Not all live to tell the stories that I have come to tell,
Not all die to live the glories that I have come to sell.


Not all those who wander are lost.
Not all those who dont , are found.

So Thats The Story!

I call it the "HAMLET Syndrome". No I am not a doctor and unlike Down or Alzheimer (did they really exist?or are these just names) , I have not come up with a new diagnosis.
Although you may say that I have put in equal if not more, amount of research , thinking - hours , experiments etc. than those guys would have.

I have come to a conclusive stage-YES IT EXISTS! HAmlet Syndrome is real.

Amongst You , Me , all of us--Lurks the danger of falling prey to such incurable psycho-social diseases like "Hamlet Syndrome".I may even call it physiological because it indeed affects your physiology.

Well , for the benefit of those who have not had the extreme misfortune of reading the over-hyped Shakespeare and his demented 'HAMLET : The Prince Of Denmark '-Hamlet was an extremely over-ambitious , capable , suspicious , man-treading -
thin-line between genius&insanity , prey to self-induced depression , perpetually haunted by the feeling that NO-One LOves Him Enough ( Doesnt matter how much they sacrifice , love or care for Him-The world Is indeed a terrible place to live in!) .
He was a Prince , very powerful and capable, yet , he ended up mastering only the skill of procrastination. Thats all.


I happen to have Hamlet Syndrome.I am proud of it.I am a megalomaniac.
I believe in letting this germ spread.



The following questionnaire is designed to detect if you are not one of us----


Friends , do you like to smell flowers?

Does the sunlight make you feel like getting up and doing something good for yourself?for e.g. whistling to work and then meeting up old-buddies for a round of beer?

Do you love to let your mind take a natural turn and not intrude in with barbaric thoughts?

Do you stop yourself from clogging all thinking pores of your brain by living too much in the past or too much in the future?

Do savage thoughts enter your mind but you effortlessly override them and not suffer from Insomnia?

Do you Want to Live or Love?

Does the word "LIFE" make you smile ? Is it even recognisable?


Then Please stay away from us.
Spare us your intestine-churdling "positivity" and "happiness" and "smiles" and "music"..It makes us throw up!Yuck!

May you rott in Hell...OOPS! Sorry!! "Hell" is our patented Holy Word.
Oops! "Holy " is a banned word for our community of sadists.


So the following Questionnaire is designed to detect if you have any of our symptoms ---

Fellow sufferers..do you think you are lonely not only in this life and Planet but in the entire universe filled with slimy , creepy , crawly , yucky creatures?

Do you feel that that all human beings should be killed just because most of them fail to understand you and call you a jerk , too!(Its another matter that you call yourself the Same with aplomb)?

Do you believe in "resolutions so strongly" that you may attempt to kill your beer-buddies over one of them one night and decide the night after that "resolutions are surely a pure waste of time because they are meant to be a test of strength of
character"..and you already have a good character ; needn't prove a point to anybody?

Do you get up one day to change the direction of your planet's rotation to anticlockwise (or is it clockwise?) only to postpone it to one more hour--just one more hour of your power nap--and you are ready to take on the world!

Do you decide to take up Foreign Language classes every month only to realise...Who wants to learn Chinese anyways, you may
never go to China..besides French is sweeter...Hey! Wait a minute , French classes are only in the evening and you are not an "evening person"(for the benefit of morons/mere mortals read:energy levels are low in the evening) ....So lets just stick to plain old guitar lessons , you do have Long fingers , right ?But you need to do some research on it , first...wait how about bungee jumping?


Do you beleive in analysing every atom in your body till its threadbare never mind how long it takes to do that?

Do you beleive that every fact in your life (maybe even the fact that the nespaper was delivered late today) is the result of the whole cosmos strategising against you?

Do you want to discover a new way to stop feeling good about yourself never mind how late you are getting for work (read: Impending danger of being fired soon)?

Do you want to use blood-curdling words or throw puke-like attitude to fuel your sadistic desire of being called a "****" by everyone only because your inside is screaming for acceptance ?


Do you pretend that whispers of "He is a loner" that follow you everywhere is a way to make you feel good though gut-wrenching sounds are coming from your heart saying that "You are not a Loner..Dont wanna Be one" but you dont know how to break the vicious loop?


Do you find vitreous thoughts coming into your mind because its your only time-pass and suddenly you find yourself cursing horribly because its a lie..it all is..actually everything is..because you dont like acrid thoughts..you are not
Negative..but you only like to act so?


Do you love to imagine that the World goes around only because you live here ,
only to be horribly traumatised and disillusioned by the fact that its only Centrifugal Force..and maybe --- Gravity?umm?

If your answer to any of the above Questions is "Yes"...
Welcome to the land of Confusion!
You have truly mastered the fine art of procrastination!
You are a successful victim of Hamlet Syndrome!
You Love to Think...and do Nothing...(ABSOLUTE state of Nothing ..No TRANSLATION of THOUGHTS to action..its a must !)


Please Feel free to join the club...


Maybe we can have a logo for ourselves , too ..you know..a dead hippopotamus or maybe a sleeping alligator..
We can call ourselves THE Dark Brooders..Channel/Portal of All Diabolique Torrid Thoughtforce(Mind You , Only Thoughts--no , no,..no actions allowed!)


The only Motto of The Club is....Thou shalt Think.Think.And Think.
(Then discuss your thoughts and point of view strongly and at length. And contradict yourself the day after.Never mind no-ones' listening or even cares.)

We can subdivide into groups of three -- Strong Skeptics.Mild Skeptics.Slight Skeptics.(What did you say?You are not a skeptic???Sorry!
Disqualified for lack of essential credentials.You can go get a Life , now, you "**** - head")

So those who feel that This Is the Story Of their Lives...Rush in your entries to me.


Meanwhile let me dwell on How to Destroy this Forum so that you all can burn in hell...
But who cares anyway....