Hmmm.. i felt the freshness in air again.

The arrows struck from cupids bow lacerated too deep into my heart. I grimaced with pain while trying to evade these arrows. Another day has been put to waste by the turbulent whispers of those memories. I sensed a kind of apathy creeping into my life. The roses didn't look beautiful anymore. The romantic songs of Bryan Adams, which were once so palatable to my ear, now turned into object of hatred. I began blasphemising my fate for turning my sweet days into bitter ones. The poet, who was once so jubiliant, was now heading towards his doomsday. Such were my cries of melancholies in my post-romantic era.

Every morning I wake up, I try to put up a big smile on my face and decieve the Anguish thickening inside. But i discovered this Melancholy too vehement to be conquered. Hence, i decided, never shall I enter the boulevards of cupids lane.I took oaths to wash my hands of this weirdness. I vowed not to fall in love again in my life.
The breeze blowing the next morning, against my face, promised to bring me back the days of jocosity. This day my soul appealed me to spend some time with myself. Thus, i decided to climb up the steps of Octagon,down to library, to spend some time to decide on my fates fugitiveness. I sat there, in the chair of library, pondering over my miserable fate, listening to a couple of tracks of Green day, cursing the catastrophic hymns coming from inside

But, u know, when u think u r walking on a dead end road, god shows u new path. When u think ur life is all cloudy, a rainbow looms out from nowhere. I discovered a lady, with her stalking beauty, right infront of my eyes. I saw her many a times in the college campus, but never did i find her beauty so appealing and alluring. She was,perhaps, discussing the theorams in mathematics with her mate. Yah, he was a boy sitting next to her. But i can assure u he is not her boyfriend. I decided this from the looks the boy had put on. He was looking too studious and nerdish to start a romantic saga with such gracious lady.

I dont know how it happened, but it did. Two brown coloured adoring eyes met mine. This exchange of looks persisted for a few more moments which made my heart leap in exhilaration.I was trying to unearth what she was handing me with that luk.But then she lowered her eyes and I could see her biting her lip. Then, glancing up again quickly, and again meeting my eyes.

"What now?" I whispered to myself. My hands trembled.I held my breath.

Every time she looked my way, I felt it, like a familiar ache. The boy sitting next to him stopped me from approaching her. Girls normally hesitate to express themselves esp. when they got some company. I didnt want to take any risks this time and so I waited, searching for answers behind those tender eyelids.

"What now?" i felt a rush of adrenalin with tat question.
I waited a few more minutes, but i couldnt answer myself. For a moment , i thought of articulating my heart to tat girl, the next moment i feared the consequences.

After waiting a few minutes, i left the scene, prophesizing that the boy will not part off with girl so easily. But this is not the full stop to my story. A new track added to my hearts playlist. Ronan Keating's tracks once again left palatable notes in my ear. The daffodils again started talking with me. i felt the freshness in air again........
This i call is life... u dont wat u always expect. Instead, life is heading altogether in a different direction. U never know where it takes u.

Mystical me

Taking the bites from a mosquito, cleaning the virus from my laptop, its just another lazy day for me.
I tried my hand out at learning Ajax but found it just too complex to make things simple using ajax. Then i logged into my orkut account just to learn that a friend was missing from the list. I visted her profile only to discover she blocked me. Yes she's the same girl i always use to write about in my blogs. she is my fair lady. But i dont know y for the past couple of fortnights she has been avoiding me. perhaps i was acting a bit like a stupid(writing blogs about a girl who has got boyfriend). Perhaps she never took me as a friend,it was only me who was dreaming abt her, watching her 1024*786 tasveer which i got in my lappy. She is now no more than a closed chapter. I should stop reminising about her day in and day out. I will never understand these silly girls.
They want me to stop listening to greenday music, blasphemize me for outlining my eyes. They want u turn into mordern romeos and will chide u if u say something factual about them. I tried hard but could not find out why these girls enter the lanes of love so easily. y they r so vulnerable to cupids arrow. I can assure u her boyfriend must have rebuked her for chatting with me for long hours.
Silly girls i ll never understand them. One moment they look sweet as honey, the other moment they turn sour as agrimony herbs.I should now learn to remember to forget things. In the end i was back to where i should be turning on the big woofy woofers and listening to greenday songs.Perhaps thats the thing i could do perfectly without any mediocrity. Dont know wat i'm destined for. Dont know wheather i ll ever get a grl friend. By the way who cares about it. I had been living without a warning and i ll continue to live in my own way.

MY FAIR LADY

Why does she reside in every breath of mine
why she makes my dreams and day;
Why is it that every time
i lurk through the boulevards of melancoly or gay
i find her embezzleing my heart away.


When i first met her i sit and reminisced
about all my bed time stories.
Thenceforth i was definite there exists,
not far from my whimisical world,a land of fairies

It was perhaps one fine October night
that i stumbled across my angel in white.
Her elegance and her grace, her hair falling
on her face, was a phantom of delight

When i saw her charming smile and the glitter
in her face,it reminded me of rivulet flowing
reflecting sunrays in its water
as though beauty born of these murmuring
sounds had outlined the countenance on her face

Listening to her complacent voice was as gratifying
as is the sound of birds chirping on trees
as palatable as the trees whispering
in silent semblance night along the shores of seas

Her beauty farther than the falcon spies;
The dimples at the corner of her lips,
as she smiles, is my hearts best treasure.
The twinkle in her eyes and mischief on her nose tip
are My few chances of immortality
for these fills my heart with pleasure

Her kohl-blackened eyes introduces me to the land of serenity
Often bringing smiles to my face
Drowning me in her reverie
Turning into laughter my every grimace

The beauty once prophesied by Wordworth
now turning out to be true:
"a perfect woman nobly planned,
TO warm, to comfort, and command"

I find this angel lurking down along the passage
between the auricles and ventricles of my heart.
God finally answered my 21 long years
of mystical life and that too on festival of light

Perhaps that explains why this stupid cupid
dwadles around with his quiver, bow and arrows
to lacerate my heart with with her memories
for these memories drives me out of the lanes of sorrows

I still wallow in the never ending valley
of those nostalgic memories which i spent with you
when we used to share the nights with
few words, a fight and a giggle or two

PART-II

But the Gods of gaiety are not always merciful enough.
The month of May brought her a shadow of sad plight
her cheeks turned paler by the break of June
my heart was all worried in that fortnight
I spent long lost hours prowling under the moon

It seemed as though she was out on an odyssey
of melancholy unknown and unabated
The tears never assuring to part from those
innocent eyes which once were alluring and
always are dear to my heart

I see baleful clouds surrounding the fine wires of laughter
Songs of yesterday now live in the underground
she would now hesitate to take virtue as her shelter
for she has set melancholy as her background

I have always dreamt of her grace
I want to be drenched in the smile of her face;
I cant put those Tattoos of memories on trial
for she has always made my ordeal worthwhile;

Dear 0 dear! close ur ears to the whispers in the dark
cross this mystic river, walk past from the valley of tragedies
put an end to these catastrophic hymns from yesterday
you have starved enough in the unutterable land of miseries

Honey! come with me, take my hand
say good riddance to all your miseries
for i will show you the lanes of Neverland-
A place which stops time and sand
there you'll feel the natures soothing balm
after you discover the wheels of this
untrodden busy world to be stagnant and calm

If you did ever any thing believe,
Believe how I love thee
that you are not with me, i would not grieve
but i can't live another night, and not my passion shrive

Oh! how could i ever relinquish those
nostalgic memories to oblivion
Despite knowing that her heart rambles
down the territories unknown

When i was lost in this mystic world
you help me reveal the path towards the eternal bliss;
I feel as if being osculated by your inner self
you are the breeze that makes my spirit unfurled

I have never in my life ever felt so cared
Something so precious, a love so rare
as though intoxicated with the exhilaration of her
Making me want to lay my heart bare.


Hear my voice from deep inside
this sensation is overwhelming,
Introduce me to your soul,embrace me in your heart
so that these massive feelings will always reside