unexplainable …
December 31st, 2008A feeling of nothingness ..
Devoid of emotions ..
Burst of expressions
With craziest of notions !!
Demeaned .. Decieved.. Grey..
Still brimmed with love;
Love that ll never decay !
who am I ?
December 7th, 2008Who am I ..
I am yet to know !
What is my purpose?
Where will I go?
An evangelist,
An enthusiast.
Yearn to know ..
And a wish to last.
Questions all over;
Scattered here and there.
Wanna answer them all,
But not a moment to spare.
I want to chose…
What drives me on?
But will that remain,
When am gone?
A dose of inspiration.
A dash of gain.
Lost in dreams…
Not a bad bargain !
Day donkey;
Throughout the day.
Tagged as nite owl;
Also u can say. 
Yes …
I am emotional fool they say,
but when times are tough,
I handle, I conduct,
And thats enough !!
Aye captain!!
Am bolted to will;
A desire to win hearts,
And a void to fill.
Grant me lord ??
Each day something anew;
To smile at my doings,
And the wisdom to continue !!
Random thoughts on the move .. Yes i know … This was written for a prompt on Penoramatic Reveries Blog
Kiss me birdie ;)
November 28th, 2008O Yes Birdie..
I have sucked those lips;
A thousand times each day.
I desire to make it millions.
Continuous.. Without delay !
O Yes Birdie..
When you smile, then blush,
My heart misses a beat.
And when you glance right at me,
O lord !! it is a treat 
In each touch,
In each move,
My lips desire for MORE…
And wat else, would they wish for,
When each kiss, is unlike before !
Every time you HUG me Darling,
The warmth i feel abound !!!
The feel .. The tenderness stays,
Even when you are not around.
Reach is not an issue Sweetheart;
Enough to cause a pain..
Remember birdie .. Bear in mind
A passionate kiss is coming your way,
again and Again and AGAIN !!
Please dont get ideas out of it .. its pure fiction .. the weather out there is the culprit .. it does something to me 
Circles of life…
November 19th, 2008Created on dot;
Two circles on spot.
With radius that concedes,
With know-how that breeds.
The circle of influence
And the circle of concern
‘Go on my boy’ - says God
‘Go out there and learn’
So here I am;
To witness thy mystery,
With my own interpretations.
Of what to chose;
I really dont know..
If i win or lose
I chose the concerns;
With a passion that burns,
Demeaning my exposure.
Later… Realised,
I had no scale to measure.
To induce the induction;
Falling prey to destiny.
Compelled by the hunger;
Had nothing to accompany.
As we seek .. n Shop our reasons,
To concern and the influence.
To peridify,
Our very own treasons.
The circles;
As we grow, GROWS, SEEKS, GERMINATES
RaisED, MATURES then VEGETATES
BREACHING then REACHING
To their original states.
Its the birth of a star;
Which GLOWS then BLOWS.
Living thy life of a casanova,
CONCLUDES where it BEGAN,
A dying star !! A supernova !!
A bright light follows;
Leaving behind a crab nebula
Ending.. Where it started;
With concentric circles.
Of radius,
that all throughout, OSCILLATES
Finally…
Dates the center;
The VERY center..
Sometime back,
Where it originates !
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In response to a friend
the dance of life…
November 3rd, 2008
Above
b e y o n d
chained destinations
evading fiesty guards
healing iconic joins
kettled lies
moments naive
oblonged pabulum
quenching … …
rationalising statements !
to->->wards umbrella’d veracity
worthless.. xeric
yeilding zombies
The Dance
Of LIFE !!
a crave to carve…
October 23rd, 2008Chipped by desire,
Chiseled… to sculpt destiny;
a CRAVE, to c a r v e ME !
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This my first attempt with haiku. And this poem is inspired by Inspire Me Thursday
(PS: this is a haiku, a Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables.)
Fantastic Five .. :)
October 20th, 2008
This is dedicated to the fantastic five ppl who hv added colors to my life, with their ideas, poetries, kind gesture and being…. and ofcourse also to the S & P.. Hail S & P !!!
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On an online forum;
I met this guy - Rick.
From the very first convo,
Something between us clicked.
Topics he chose to discuss,
Are of mighty worth !
His views on em,
Always were spiritual & honest,
Modest !!
And very down to earth
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Meeting Sunila was an interesting bend;
I said “Can I be your friend ?”
I recd one of the strangest acknowledge.
“Well before that Navin,
let me tell you this,
I can be your mom’s age.”
“How does it matter?” I said
So that is how we befriended.
She writes phantasmagoric,
Chimerical, delusive and fantastic.
You are a master at words Sunila !
Hail to thy pious attic !!
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To add to the story’s gist
On WC I met this lady,
Belinda aka Psalmist,
Someone who is so simple
Easy going and carefree in every bit
She can put things straight.
Verses with twist,
Also in the dark writes,
That are brightly lit.
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So things went on
Days passed.
Met so many,
Interacted with some.
Then found this girl,
The sweetest one !
Pretty Prats aka Pratibha
Or Pumpkin as I call her.
We thread together,
With no strings tied.
Someone who is honest,
And hates to be lied.
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The last to the list,
But never the least.
He is a sheer genius;
And at grammar, a total priest.
George as we know him.
Or Spriglief you can say.
With his rich comments n expertise,
He can make your day right-away.
To the point and right on dot.
The best guy to reach,
For your new poetry’s plot
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Many more… Many many more.
Added to the list,
And added to my core.
Whom to pick ?
And whom to write about !!
I was confused so more.
That is why for my this dive,
I randomly chose just five !!
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(PS : S & P is an online community)
Gossip Guerrillas.. :P
October 17th, 2008Written on a lighter note. No harm meant to anyone. 
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O girls ! O gossip guerillas !!
Thy can bake anything;
From roti to pizza,
From pancake to tortillas.
Building card house castles,
Aiding to the story.
Puts in, bits n pieces,
Like spices to the purry.
A talent worth ‘to master’
It brings em success,
And someone to disaster.
Hail to thy pristine doctrine
Spare me.. Cant afford a dogfight
Useless contending to control
A gospel with no fidelity, No plight.
Sword ;)
October 7th, 2008Flinged arrows in the sky;
Wild thoughts screaming.
Tyranny flawed, scared deny;
Premonitions put to meaning.
To shield thy blades,
I Draw my sword.
Glistening, Gleaming, Shining.
Mesmerized by the sheen;
Captivated to slaughter,
Seduced to killing.
Swayed !! Slashed the air.
A clash of thoughts;
A flush of digress.
An afterthought,
No words to confess.
Emotions bleed,
I weep in vain.
Tempted.. to shout n cry.
To kill, To deny, To end.
Nothing more…
I sigh !
Realised.
To right the wrongs,
I need no SWORD.
I can handle it with a SWING
No ! NO !!
Not of a SWORD.
The optimism still bore some WINGS.
Effectuated by the transition;
From the S to Start,
To the S to Stop,
Swivled the S that is beginning.
From Swing to wingS,
From Sword to wordS,
Discovered the moral meaning.
Ignited thoughts,
Bewitched a feeling,
Enthused a spark within,
To thank all;
That played a part,
In my better upbringing.
Now,
If it has to be only words;
Why not put it ‘the gentle way’?
Knowledge but no wisdom,
To carry it with grace.
Isnt that childish? Say !!
To be, and always be…
October 2nd, 2008If Shakespeare was in love
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To be, and always be; there is no question;
Tis merrier in life to suffer,
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
And take arms against the sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them ! To die: To live;
To be with you; and no more, nothing more
Than a moment to breathe you;
To love you !