when i'm gone!!!!!!!!!!A day, like any other day
i dream, very unique
a dream of love
of life on a bed of roses
surrounded by cascades
and women, the most beautiful
i am pampered, cuddled
and treated like a baby..
fed on the most delicious food
sweets, milk, fruits; what not?
but, nothing pleases me as much
as the life outside this world..
a world of comforts
world so artificial; unreal.....
i jump off the bed
the women stand aghast......
that's when i wake up
and realise the truth..
the dream is the future
a future i shall be responsible for.
a world of comforts, vices and false pleasures...
all that corrupts; addicts.....
sure to happen
WHEN I AM GONE...................

flame of music

The night falls today
something i ve often seen
the night filled with fear
fear caused by anger
a fire in me
burns me all along....
now i curse myself
for all my anger has done
to me and my people around
destroying the harmony......
now i realise....
the music plays in my life again
the music that soothens my soul,
puts my anger off
like the water calms the fire....
but the fire burns in me
a new fire again
that of faith,
music, desire........
i shall live along
with the most inspiring fire...
fire that fuels my life
fire that is my music.....

first experiencethis is a poem i wrote for a lecturer who had recently come to teach us..... she is supposedly this "hot" 22 yr old masters student who has replaced a teacher who resigned...... all guys in the class seem to be really attentive in the most boring subject cos of her presence......

Early in the morning
I wake up to realise
I may have to live
One more damned day in college.
A damned tuesday it was
Very boring, very long
A day filled by lab
A lab where nobody wants to work..
Four hours I spend there
Totally vexed, I am released
Then i suffer two more hours,
Two damned lectures to hear..
Now it had become
A matter of my life and death.
All tired, completely fed up
I sit and wait,
For another hour of boredom, murder and death.
There you enter my class,
My life and soul.
So pretty, so fine
Your first time as well as mine..
The first time you teach,
My first time i concentrate.
Every moment you smile
I skip a hundred beats..
You speak, I blush
A beautiful replenishment; memories
I wait for you to enter again,
My class, my life, my soul........

monsoon bluesThe games we play
So different, yet so similar
A balancing act of sorts
Always on the edge of the wall.
The game of love
In which we have forayed
separated by thoughts
And still so close;
As close as lightning and thunder
The lightning strikes, followed by the thunder.

Most people hate the thunder,
The fact that thunder scares
How dumb these people are
Admiring the lightning
Forgetting that the 'streak' preys...
Could they ever imagine
If the lightning and thunder are talking
The lightning that is ever confused
But,the thunder so intense
Both move hand in hand,
But they are yet so far.......