My Literary Indulgences...

You wonder if there really is someone for you… The idea to me seems too good to be true… In your every crush, you find the meaning of those four letters… But all of them with a sad smile say, “I am sorry, but you deserve better…” You’ll always be the one they come to for advice… They’ll say your friendship is so special, it cannot be priced… They’ll become your soul-mate; you’ll have found your lover… But when the proposal comes, they’ll say “You deserve better…” Denial brings pain, and yet they won’t allow you peace… Self-obsessed, they’ll ask you “Why me?” begging you “pretty please”… And when they’ve extorted from your broken heart its very last flutter… They’ll hold your hands, cup your face and whisper,” You deserve better”… And they are right; life’s too short to be sad… Love is just one; there are many other experiences to be had… Going through these lines, laugh as you like but never harbor hate… For you, who write your own destiny, if noth

When life awards you with fork-tongued friends, When stabs at your back become too strong to fend, When brown nosing people, with flattery clog your ears, Just pause and look around, I am still here… When life awards you with exhausting, never ending work, When your shoulders hurt with responsibilities you cannot shirk, When pressure of expectations becomes too much to bear, Just pause and look around, I am still here… When life awards you with a romance going nowhere, When the passion fizzes out and a numbness is laid bare, When that dearest person moves away and no one is left near, Just pause and look around, I am still here… Look around and stroll back to the bench from where we began. Sitting with a smile and a wink, you’ll find me as welcoming as one can. With honest criticism I’ll free you from those leaches’ influence. With an arm around your shoulder, I’ll partake in your encumbrance. With a punch to your arm, I’ll clear your mind of the

Silence is not painful, but music to my ears, Loneliness is not dejecting, but a companion most dear. Of the many colored threads from which the social drape is knit, I am the faint line at the border, I am a misfit… The solitary bard I am now, once I too was a wolf in a pack. Base joys tempted me, any path my “friends” chose seemed the right track. But the desire to please everyone, began to take its toll, To be a part of them, I lost my identity as a whole… The love I harbor for literature now was once directed to a girl. The apple of my eyes, I kept her close, as if she was an exquisite pearl. Passion always transforms a man, and so did love, greatest of them all. The relationship molded me to a slave who answered her every call… Terrified as I was of reclusivity, I suffered along in shame. “Love” and “Friendship” robbed me of myself, sparing nothing but my name. I always knew how to laugh at myself, but I too had my human bounds. And so realiza