The plural mockerer...Godsend

Ricky : Panchi, why do i need you so much?

The present perfect ...

Panchi,

I don't know if i've lost you, or i am loosing you...

Yous diplomatic behaveour to my love, why take your last illusions from me love..

Atleast give me the physical you and i might .create a lady bird this time...

Am i the writer of my own fate, panchi?

Are you still alive baby??

Why arn'e you here with me, loving me and giving me your arms to endure ...

Why take the pain away from me and leave me downtroden for the whole life...

Why thous faith always cut my fate, like the navy cut.................................................................

--- Me or You ---

p.s. tell me difference and i'll touch your feet first ...

love,
A.R.M

I promise you, smoking causes cancer eventually .

Regards,
Abhinav ...

My heart is of dust and my brain is lure .

     


      05:07 am                                                                  Written on 20th June 2010


To be … and not to be

And I urge your defeated love inside me …. Let it be … let it come out within me …. Engulfing this world … in its wraith ……. And giving the rashes ….. of destiny ……..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With the ecstasy of uncontrolled motion ……………………and then .. . ..death again.

I kill her …. And make her a bride.
A bride of death n……………with non relative aspire …. Inspiring itself , ..more and more ….to the core.

And I say to you … to the world inside me … to you. I am pure... My love is pure ….

..my heart is of dust and my brain is lure .

I still crawl .. within my dreams ….searching for the light …..for her . She never came to me ….she never was mine …. She was always his. Then why do I think he still wants me to have her ….me to love her …me to make her mine as if she was never his …..
                                                           And then comes this voice …..so soothing ….engulfing all my sadness in it …..taking all my pain away from me…..giving me a new sadness to endure ….new wings to fly ….. and then to fall ….. on her …and then she healing my shattered wings ….feeling my serene wounds …shining my scars …..and then leaving ….leaving me after giving me the will to live ….making me fly …and then fading from the sky……………and then going away whispering that voice again in my ears …
… ‘kites…in the sky’


And I ask the world if they felt that it was ……
                                                                ……and they just laugh and say,’you’re just about the words, and nothing real’


And I ask myself ….is the pain real only when it shows. . .

Deception ... for inception

My room , my place                                             25 August 2010

4:12 am

N.. ,

" You are way more beautiful than the essence of beautiful. "

I know what i say, breaks the moral imbalance ,
I know that you portray to this world that you are married ,
I know that you portray to this world that you are a committed soul
I know that you want all to believe, what you want all to see ,

But i give you the right to come to me,
if ever you feel that he has less respect of you ,
I gave you the right to come to me,
if ever you see a hatred for your essence in his eyes ,
I gave you the right to seek me,
if ever you feel he is a mistrust towards you ...


I want you to come to me if you can bestow your faith upon mine, that I will respect you, that I will never share you with any other soul, and I will love you as the God wants to show the feeling of love.


I ask you to ask me for my space ,
I ask you to take one special corner of my heart and rest their forever ,


           if and only if ....you come to me as a new different reflection,
                              you come to me as a new entity than what you were before,
                              and when you're with me , you forget that you were ever married,




And when you go away from me, you remember me .
                                                                                                .
                                                                                . 
                                                   just as a dream ...


                                                                                             love ,
                                                                                               Ricky

                     

Destruction for Construction

The truth always prevail ...

This happened in between the days of 21 August 2010 and 24 August 2010 .
It's time , the world knows the real truth. It's the power of a pen baby ... (in this case , the power of a keyboard ;p )

lol ... i am amazed to see , what just one phone call does. 
I'm not writing this anymore ... let it be , the last remembrance that's unseen.  






O my panchi, I know that you are proudly telling our God what i have done.
I know that by this, i have given you the power of respect. 
I know, that somewhere in the 'Land of Gods' , you are blowing kisses and kisses for me.
I know that i have mocked your illusion with the hands of mine, you protected.

I know that i gave you ...you . 

Ricky