its you and me god!

Its foggy and i m blind

Bare feet, slow and unsteady

Cold and directionless

Frozen

Led into further vaccum by mortal men

Thicker fog

strange cross roads

It s me, God

The thorns, under the snow pierce my heart,not my feet

The jungle woods and hawks everywhere feeding on my flesh

And arms spread

hands held

some one is misleading me

Its me ,god

And i havent slept since years ,my eyelids heavy with trying to see if finally ,you have held my hand

But its the mortals

They are robbing me of what i have to offer you

and i am scarred

will you accept me?

i fear,Its me ,god!

I look up,there s no sun and i am soaked

my skin s cold

my hair entangled with the storm i have been through

My feet hurt,bleeding

My eyes drowsy

My body violated

will you still love me?Its me ,God

I am somewhere

Theres a heavy Oak door

admist the Jungle

the trees are green there

I knock! Someone opens up

Its you ,God.

You are lean and your smile is pleasant

You are quiet but you dont look annoyed

You hold my hand and let me in

You wash my feet and wrap me up in your warmth

It seems i have seen you somewhere

It seems i have touched your honey cream skin before!Its you, god

Finally i can faint i think...............

Feeling too small for you,too inferior

You sit by the fireplace

Your lean body too small for that chair

Its you God,Young and beautiful

You must Sleep, You have come a long way you say serenly

Your voice is soothing Like wooden chimes in a distance

You put me to the huge bed in your wooden cottage

Do other people live here god?I ask

No, my dear As you view me, nobody else does this form is yours exclusively....

You can expect me to belong and walk with you...

you smile as i sleep

Its you and me God!

Men V/S Women

I feel wonderful being a woman, cuz then i can feel great about admiring men in this world, on this site, most of the times we are glorifying women and men are generally sidelined.I thought it’s high time i talk about how much men added to my life, how without them i would nt be me. And why i think men are great companions, a few reasons.

1.Men hardly bitch about their ex and they never sabotage the relationships of the women:- I have seen men sulk out of the pain caused due to love but i have never seen a man bitch left, right and centre about his ex, they try to look beyond, knowing they are worth more, there are more fish in the pond, why waste time on making the ex feel miserable, where as women would do just the opposite, i have seen finicky, possessive women, call the man’s current girlfriend, trying to make sure his life becomes hell just cuz he dated and dumped someone in the past. And has no one in the present whatsoever, curses be on him! What attitude.

2.Men are great friends:- their capacity to digest your secrets is commendable, they are not jealous of you looking better than their girlfriend, and they are always very protective of you. Women are always in the quest of looking better, feeling better than another woman, whatever it might take to get there!

3.If the man is dating two girls, both of them will pull each other s hair whereas the man has a gala time, whoa! Hold on, who s the cheat here? The one who manages to stay with him, feels victorious! If the boys get into the same situation, both either have a gala time with one girl or both dump her. Way to go!

4.A man would sulk, sulk on your shoulder if he s your friend, and not feel ashamed of telling you about his failures, and will pop up that question, “What am i going to do now?” The woman if fails will tell her friend about how great she is doing in her life, the success will be multiplied just to prove that she s happier than you

5.A man would never discuss his sex life, and this is a big one, a woman would discuss even the small details, the entire group of girls would know of what a bad performer their best friend s boyfriend is in bed.

6.Women think all that they do is great; all that another woman does is sluttish! Men think they are a happy group with same moral values.

7.Men love the boys time out, women just can’t get over their boyfriend, he s everywhere, even on girls night out! Arghh....

8.If your fight with your best guy friend, he’ll never tell you how much he did for you, even he does, then you chose the wrong one. The women will tell you about all the bills that weren’t divided into halves and were paid by them alone.This one is for the sensible women in my life, who are beyond the nonsense that i mentioned and to the awesome guys who are an integral part of my life......

her thoughts about herself are changing everyday,
i don't know if she knows herself ,every day is another day....
She is a lover today Today she s a moron
Today she thinks she's wickedToday she doesnt feel that strong
Sometimes she thinks she s the wisest of all!!
At times she feel sad for all those who wana possess
sometimes she cries over her own empty hands.....
She is a saint when she hugs a childAnd a devil when she shouts so loud!
she cribs, complains yearn for love she wants to make people happy and crashes on her face.....
Then she wonder if people are only worth some disgrace
Yes today they think she suffers personality conflict
but trust me she's a human and thats the truth
she s just human tht explains all

wisdom of the world

The two words I hate are ‘I understand’
And yet I stick to them and they stick to me!!

Why do I understand what people want me to understand?
There emotions, needs, beliefs, whims, fancy??

I nod in affirmation, oh yes! I so understand!
Understand that you don’t feel the same way
Understand that you don’t believe in what I do
Understand that I might be too crazy for you!
Understand that what you felt for me was not so true!
And then lie that when you walk away,
I won’t feel so blue!!
And then hide my face and cry in loneliness, because yes I said I do understand!
And as always I’ll keep the promise
And maintain my straight, unaffected, smiling face……..
Coz though I hate those words, you loved them,
Yes, I do understand!

I stand at 24 today……………
Is it the time to look back?
If it is……..I don’t want to……..
Is it the time to look ahead?
Well, I have nothing to look ahead to……..

Birthdays are such trash………
They force you to analyze
There’s a strange silence inside me
A silence I don’t want to break……
When the phone rang at 12 last night
I wished all my friends just messaged me……..

Half asleep I accidentally threw my phone into water
If only pain could drown with that device
And birthdays never came………
A half-drunk 3 second b’day wish from each friend mocks at my numbness
I want to look at my life sitting in one corner….sulking to its own strangeness

The crystal rose was the 1st present of the day……….
Crystal like me, whose fragrance left it days back
But it still shined, with its artificiality……….
People’s gaze longed for a birthday dress on me…………
If clothes could color the black and white’s of the soul
I would buy some new clothes for sure………

I want to be left alone today……..
If only wishes were granted!

i stand at an eight
yes at an 8

i have no beginning
i have no end

i think of where my beginning began
i see only fog, only vaccum
i think of how the end came
i feel only numbeness

i have no beginning
i have no end!

who am i?

i look at the glass window,

and stare for so long.....

sometimes i wonder if these are thoughts

why do i suspect something's wrong?

Hollow as a brass drum,

i hear the echo of my voice

i become what i wana be

a new character of my choice

a bitch

a saint

a woman

a seeker

a provider

endless faces, endless feelings

sometimes an outsider

in control of feelings

i calculate everything

ignore the noises of the insides

feel numb as if in a fling

no i do not act
no i do not pretend.........

i just repress emotions
i just defend.........

i said i was sensitive..
but the world says its not a trend........

in this procedure
i lost my own composure........
cant recognise who writes this, all by himself,
you, the outsider, or a character called 'myself'?