"Quintessence of a soul mate"

....an aura that feels so obscure yet united

a sense of touch which can make a soul move

a benign smile with refurbishing dimples

i seek a man of desire n aim

not of money but content yet fame...

a pioneer being with venturous spirit

who can make my life a marvel treat

an honest soul which can transit my heart

i seek a man with honey coloured eyes deeper than ocean

yet there is no mystery to be unfold en....

embracing me into his firm arms shaping a refuge

safer than a infant in womb

a man who loves babies n nurtures them well

i seek a man who will be ebullient, being father of girl-child

not a insane finicky guy who wishes a male heir.....

one who never trusts me blindly coz i can make mistakes

but trust my intentions coz dey'l nevr b wrong

a man who is wild n tender but rightly dealt on time

i seek a man of honour who values himself n trusts his theme

who tends to impart everything without ne desire......

concrete envelope but a cushy underneath

my man of dreams is earth for me

with hard crust outside and a childish core beneath

i seek a man not fond of furtive rendezvous or clandestine tryst

one who wont ask me to elope but ask my hand to dwell life-long.......

a man who regales me like a baby

scolds, grouches,forgives n love

has ample time to be with me yet affords clock to miss me

i seek a man who can apprise my rage

yet never keep me in a golden cage........

my perfect man loves his mom more than heaven

but abides by me if i m right

endorsing me Rather than hide

i seek a man embellished with wisdom n knowledge

who imparts me every bit of it with bold courage.........

a tranquil one, hating sadism and surprisingly stoical

my felicity lies with his virile essence

i m not a recluse in his benign presence

i seek a man rational n pragmatic who pampers me

and respects my work coz that wont make him low in ne sense........

patiently hears me, doesn give me any solution

just a hand in support of my decision

a man who is not my wheel-chair but the apple on that tree that i stare

i seek a man who holds my hand in crowd

and let me free in alfresco unbound......

a man who knows right but significantly adopts it too

a no-dowry man having vision for change

one who waits for my arrival on wedding lyk a kid waiting for his first b'day present

i seek a man who is nowhere i know

but still my heart ponders like it smells a rose of hope.......

well it reminds me lines from my favourite song..."samander ne mujhe pyasa hi rakha....mai jab sehra me tha..pyaasa nahi thatere baare me jab socha nahi tha...mai tanha tha magar..itna nahi tha"

"an Elysian aroha"

when i gaze down d aisle,

i trampled forth in tears n smile

it seems i lost a crew of rejoice,

or may be i gained a barrel of voice

the day i looked into his eyes,

i knew that larcenous would grab my skies

bog off...i m not a shnook,
i m bound to be a gaily brook

u may b dandy..spiffy..jaunty or may b Heron,

still my heart desires to dwell alone

my psyche cognizes your every step nigher,

and then i can't help my core to surge higher

the outset of the spring..when you whistled to greet me,

raging across the pike..banging through airs to heat me

praising vociferously the weather n charm,

that was the best spring which came widout any alarm

sky flushed with rosy splendour..sparkled with mizzle to mount,

well...i was truely lost in him...u know i had no1 else to count

he stopped n turned around said 'i'll jus cum' and vanished in sound,

i waited n waited and waited..lyk a nightingale on mound

freaky noises...dirty dipper...deadly sky..'when will u cum',

i lost my nerve when i heard a shreak..ran towards d dark in grief

somone hit him..he laid there...soaked in red,

twinkling eyes gazing at me just next to an orchid bed

that was the first time he grabed my palm..eyes swelled with tears i waited for his sign,

pressed his fingers n uttered in rhyme

"i won't confess that i love you because that will make you weep...just remember sweetheart keep a place for me in your heart deep"

then he lost into deadly silence...

dumping me yet again in world of ignorance

it seems i lost a crew of rejoice,

or may be i gained a barrel of voice...

to live alone with heart of stone...

in depth of which lives my love who's gone

yet when i gaze down the aisle,

i trampled forth in tears and smile...

"Gone With The Wind..."

land ravaged by pillage n rapine...a fit of temper..a soul unleashed

died beneath the land of grief...

otiose passages strolled life long....

..did anyone notice i lacked my own song...

Nefarious deeds n defiant way.....

i know this time i have swayed long away.....

Fact that can never be controverted.....

..my grousing and your domineering....feels as if ages back it was pre-stated....

My life is past redemtion....

Cant erase the raucous dictation....

Bagful of impudence...piercing through soul...

i know i m no docile one to put you back to the role....

Forgiveness is what i desire...

Coz somone i lost was my wier....

Its hard to entomb words of disgrace....

to get my land..will i have to be back in race....

I assure u..i'll never come across your ways...

But please forgive me once so that i can get back my rays....

I m sorry....(hard 2 say bt harder to keep inside..)