Everyday, Every Night


Chaos all around.
Humble orders and stern requests,
Friendly gazes and intruding stares,
Wants to chew me in,
And throw me out,
Every night.
Into my bed.

Peace is in your thoughts.
You are part of my mind.
You are part of my soul.
You are my oasis like nights.
Every breath with you,
Fills me in.
Your every word,
Makes me a better man.



I am not of my own.
I am always inside,
But my mind is not.
I listen, but I don’t.
I write, but I don’t.
I see, but I don’t.
I feel and yes I feel.
For I feel only about you.

Chaos all around.
Simple people and twisted plots.
Short notices and longer waits.
Fortunate accidents and ill fated days.
Chaos is in my mind,
Chaos rooted deep in my flesh.
Chaos is not at my heart,
For you don’t share your room with it.


Not everyone can do everything.

Some can swim, some can’t.

Some can sing, some can’t.

Some can paint, some can’t.

Some can love, some can’t.


Souls were made in pairs.

Boys and girls.

Boys and boys.

Girls and Boys

Girls and girls.


Souls were made in pairs.

Then they were split into two.

Souls were sent to us.

One was me, one were you.

We found each other.


Not everyone can find peace.

Not everyone can find wealth.

Not everyone can have bliss,

Not everyone can have good health.

Every soul seeks the missing half.

Some find and can love, some can’t.


Why Buddha Touched the Earth?

I am fortunate to have the most wonderful girl in my life.

She is beautiful and extremely talented and above all she has a heart of gold. She is an amazing painter and few days back she submitted one of her art work , the golden Buddha (Yes its on one on the post), to RedBubble. She was very happy when she found out that three pillows with her art work printed on it got sold. I have told her many times that she should go public with her work because everyone would love it. She was really really happy to find out that three people from different parts of the world bought something with her art printed on it. Below is a link to the product in case if you are interested. Surely if you like it and decide to buy it, you would make her happy ( and if she is happy, I’m happy).


The Golden Buddha on RedBubble


I decided to write something on the earth touching Buddha too.
I understand that my words don’t match her art because I am way too inferior a writer when compared to her work. Still ..


On a moonlit night

Under the starry sky,

He sat under a giant fig.

He has been suffering inside longer.

Truth of life was all that he did seek.


He was born to be a king,

To elude hunger, sadness and poverty.

Yet he sat under a Fig,

Away from all his belongings,

Fighting fearsome battles inside.


He fought the battles for many a days,

Winning over all of his six enemies.

He conquered fears that the demon brought,

He placed his left hand on his lap and

Touched the earth with his right.


The earth witnessed as he defeated his demons.

On the forty ninth night he found the truth.

He set himself free from his desires,

He set himself free from the cycle of rebirth.

He touched sky even though his feet never left the earth.


Desire brings actions we regret.

The purpose of life is to make us perfect.

Until we are perfect, the cycle of endless rebirth repeats.

He  broke the spell and set himself free.

The earth witnessed a miracle under the fig tree.






Enough money to buy comfort,

Enough food to feed the mouths.

Enough poverty to shatter faith,

Enough hunger killing sinner’s doubts.

Enough time to explore all,

Enough reasons for heart to beat.

Enough seasons and we don’t change,

Finding enough reasons not to leave.

Enough options to make a choice,

Enough chances to make it right.

Enough we say and stay the same,

For it’s ourselves that we need to fight.

~Things We Know~


We did not choose –

Where we were born

And What we were born with.

Not the colors of our skins,

Not the names & surnames.

Not the Gods we prayed.

Not the flags we saluted.


We grow up-

Learn to expect

maximum out of minimum

And want to spend

more hours dreaming and take

only a few hard minutes

To give up on our dreams.


We grow old-

We judge our time spent

By what all we did

That seems right

Because the outcome

Is always familiar.

Never knowing what else was there, too.


It was one in a million-

chance that I met you.

Could not have as

We did not know what separated us.

Now there is space & time,

Now there is money & Gods.

Things we know we can overcome.

~ Right Now and Always~

Taken with Nokia Glam Me

I want to be with you.

Right Now.

Even if you don’t notice my presence,

Even if you are busy at work,

I want to be around you.


I want to be with you

Right Now.

Even if you fall asleep beside me.

Even if you are talking to someone else.

I want to be around you.

Right Now.


I want to be with you.

Right Now.

When you are working hard in your club.

When you are driving back home.

I want to be around you.

Right Now.


I want to be with you


Even If I need to forget the world I know.

Even If I need to forget my home.

I want to be around you.


~ About a Girl ~

/* I wrote this about “someone” who read it and liked it. I am putting it up here so it stays forever. */

/* I met her. She met me. We love each other. We have dreams.*/


Stars they shine so bright,
The sun, it looks glorious
Only if you can take a look at it with your eyes.
Comets they come and go
Crossing the night sky with a sudden glow
But its her, my eyes search ,when I am looking up to the sky.

I dare not say a word about what she looks like.
For I don’t know a word that is as beautiful as she is.
But I can write how I feel when I look into her dark deep eyes.
Its like taking a look into a mirror and seeing someone I have never seen.
Its like feeling weightless when I fall, She is without and within.
That’s how I feel When I think of her-my answer, the moon personified.

Residue of a Dream

Speak of something I have never heard

Show me something I have never seen

I have been home all my life.

Take me someplace I’ve never been.


Lets travel together forward in time

every moment spent with you is like a dust of gold.

and we’ll wake up to witness a morning sublime

’cause when we are together we don’t get old.


Someday my memory will begin to fade

and in your absence all it will seem

is nothing but a residue of a dream.

but  in my dream you will stay.