Awestruck & Lusting For You .. (Two Poems)

Awe struck

Awe struck,
I was left.
Shut ..,
smut ..,
scuttlebutt ..,
hard luck,
dead duck .. !

Lusting For You ..

Your chin,
like an apple ..
waiting for the first bite .. !

Wet lips fluttering ..
but do not speak with words,
Index finger to it, shhhhhhh .. !

Tongues thrusting
probing inside ..,
tasting the passion .. !

A sumptuous dessert,
Can’t wait for another bite just,
lusting for you .. !


When money talks … !

A crusty old man walks into a bank & says to clerk, “I wanna open a f**king savings account.”

The astonished woman replies, “I beg your pardon sir, but that kind of language is not tolerated here.”
She goes to the bank manager to complain.
Manager agrees such foul language can’t be accepted.
They both return to the window & ask the old geezer, “Sir, what seems to be the problem here?”
Old man: “There is no f**king problem, I just won $200 million bucks in the f**king lottery & I want to put my f**king money in this f**king bank of yours.”
Manager: “I see, And is this bitch giving u a f**king hard time sir?
Moral of the story:When money talks, nobody checks the Language or Grammar…!
How amazing is this word “F**K” … it has even replaced the word “GOD” as the most used from the day-to-day vocabulary.
Let us see Osho the great trying to unravel some of its mysteries…!


father-and-son-2b400 After so much of fighting for your way and so much of stress, a time comes in your life when you finally get it … !

When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere, the voice inside your head cries out – ENOUGH OF IT … ENOUGH! Enough fighting, enough cribbing, enough crying and, enough struggling to hold on … !

And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, … you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and … through a mantle of wet lashes, you begin to look at the world through new eyes. A new vision comes to you.

This is your awakening … !

You realize that it’s time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change, or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that you are not her Prince Charming and she is not your Cinderella either … And that, in the real world, there aren’t ever fairy tale endings … ! There aren’t beginnings for that matter either … !  And that any guarantee of “happily ever after” must begin with her and must finish where you are standing right now and, in the process, a sense of serenity is born out of acceptance of present situation.

You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are and there will, in fact,  always be some who will despise who and what you are… and propagate stories about you that you know and they too know, are incorrect. But, what to do … ?  That’s OK for them. They are entitled to their own views and opinions. You have to learn the importance of loving and championing yourself and, in the process, a sense of new found confidence is born out of self-approval.

You stop complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to you ( … or didn’t do for you!) and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected. You learn that people don’t always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and that it’s not always about you … that you were born alone and that you will be put out alone!

So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself and in the process, a sense of safety & security is born of self-reliance. Then you learn about love. Romantic love and familial love. How to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving and when to walk away. You learn not to project your needs or your feelings onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be more smart, more intelligent, more lovable or important because of the woman in your arms or the child that bears your name.

You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would like them to be. You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes and, you stop being controlled by others also. You learn that just as people grow and change, so is it with love too; and you learn that you don’t have the right to demand love on your terms, just to make you happy.

You come to the realization that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity and respect and you won’t settle for less … but you stop hankering for it. You allow only the hands of a beloved who cherishes you, to glorify you with her touch and in the process, you internalize the meaning of self-respect. Agreed, those selfish people will continue to make stories about you … continue trying to pull you towards themselves for their own means but, you learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. You learn that life isn’t always fair, you don’t always get what you think you deserve and, that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people too. On these occasions, you learn not to personalize things. You learn that God isn’t punishing you or failing to answer your prayers; it’s just life happening.

You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted; things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about; a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower … !

Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself, by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never ever settle for less than your heart’s desire. You hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind, and you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.

At last, with courage in your heart and with God by your side you take a stand, you take a deep breath and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can. The age of acceptance dawns on you … Finally!

… The Unfinished Story!

Unfinished Story

When I first saw your face, I felt as if struck by lightening and then realized … you already had entered into my life!
… I wish to forget that now.
It seems familiar … like street …  the wrinkles and furrows on your face!
I can identify your voice even now, even if it be merged into a variety of sounds!
Remember me? Have we … we met somewhere?

This question creates a lump in my throat … a sense of anxiety  … despair lit large!
Though vague question, I know and hence I do not attach any importance to this … you never know what the answer is going to be.
…  just someone’s unfortunate story.
Then, why on earth did you first try to pretend to me, of having come to the conclusion that, this is not our first meeting.

I drove away these unpleasant sensations … convincing myself that it’s my sick imagination, and I can not judge you by default … !
I was getting ready for our meeting, even without being sure that I’m ready for this.
Prior to meeting with you, I just had to do one thing, … take that one flight.
But why this inexplicable feeling again …?

I hesitated and did not hurry to leave the airport building … something not so … I take myself in hand and take a step further …!

The next moment,as if, upon my person falls … a huge barrage of sounds, smells, feelings … madly beating heart … and that inexplicable feeling takes the form of clear understanding now

… yes, I was here earlier, and something deep happens inside. Something, … that I can not get … I have a feeling, there is something terrible and irreparable waiting to happen. And I can not prevent it.

From the window of a taxi out of airport, I do not see any night on the town … I feel it, barely holding back tears. I remember your scent, my love!  I can even close my eyes and my feelings at the moment are going to carry me there … near you.
But who is that … with you? The other one …?

I think I can hear snatches of conversation we had, your shouting, your decisions and then my tears and despair.
I have to open my eyes … I feel powerless, when you ask me to come back.
What for… ?
Why you could not do something to prevent this ?
I can not change it now … because I do not know who started it … whose fault it was …? I do not even know what it is now!

… I just know what it was …. something irrevocable and terrible … something about the memory!
Why should I not pickup in this birth the vague fragments of feelings,the shards of memories … that you gave me then?

I am going now to the hotel. Good bye … !
I am going to  run away from you in the very first morning flight.
You played with me yet another bad joke, but this was not the reason for my escape … the reason was you … One day I’ll come back and then tell you everything.
Wait till then … this story is not over … Wait just till eternity … YOU FOOL !!!

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