The wonderful individual....

Well based on my last mail many perceived it as a blooming 9yr relationship that’s still there or just about there. I don’t want to say anything and would leave it to the readers to judge from this poem that’s on her titled what you have heard before- “Honey not this time, maybe some other time!”

Its this wonderful person i know for almost 9 yrs now....

Went to meet someone, found her by chance,
She was busy with her stuff and noisy antics.
I tried hard ignoring still unknowingly glance;
She’s so much like a kid, patienceless and frantic.

Thinking of her was giving me a sweet tension,
Ate dinner somehow but the night went sleepless.
All I thought was of how to get her attention
Rolled in bed the entire night, I kept feeling restless.

I start off with being a friend off course,
Listening to her woes and despair.
Helped her around with things and chores,
All the while wishing we could be a pair!

Got her to eventually accept me as the one,
And take my heart finally close to hers.
Her shortlived attention was not serious but fun,
Only to end it after a few coffees and dinners.

I am heartbroken, clueless with noone around.
I try everywhere for some support, maybe a friend
Regurgitating my loss to many but only to frown,
Each night crying in bed was the usual trend.

One year later when I am free and somewhat healed,
She calls me one early morning prior to sunshine.
I talk to her listening to her woes & some hidden greed;
She promising to be mine for her entire lifetime.

I took her back not realizing what is in store,
I was just a prop, maybe an arm candy some time.
For everyone I was her mere friend, nothing more
All I saw her doing, was enjoying her new lifeline.

I confront her by asking if this is what she meant?
When she said she would be mine now onwards.
“I am but not for the world to know” is what she vents,
Wanting to be free, not labeled with names and words.

I left her to herself for I knew her mind too well.
The fault not being hers, she’s only a kid-too confused
I am the best she’s ever had; to everyone she tells,
But to accept me as a reality she shamelessly refused.

Time passed by and to finally forget it all is what I chose.
When she again came back, this time not single but coupled;
Tells me of a guy who’s awesome & the first one so close.
Love, sex but no apparent future, I stood silent but confused!

She moved on, lost faith in love but not in herself,
I was still perplexed, surprised at her rare selfless stint.
”What goes around comes around” I told to myself,
Still she learnt nothing from this, not a tear not a glint.

She soon got someone new, but again letting it pass by,
Realising they were bad choices, never worth, all the same.
To friends she recalled me as the best she came by,
Still never letting me be anywhere close to her last name.

We are still friends and I let her play her little game,
She still continues to tell me how much I mean to her
I stay aloof, avoiding hurt but respect being the same,
Enjoy playing along, though never over-feeling for her.

The jist of the story is not too complex but simple,
If its your first love, your mind literally goes blank.
Your heart would dive in this ocean of false hopes,
Leaving yourself repeatedly floating just on a plank.

The problem in my case is what happens forever always,
Just when I feel the coast is near & she will finally be mine.
She would scatter my hopes and dissect my mental forays,
Saying cutely as ever-“Honey not this time, maybe some other time!!!!”

Just FYI she also is the very first para of my poem Why so Serious???? Hoping now i wont be seeing some sweet remarks like- Oh so sweet 9 yrs, gosh thats so grt and stuff....

Honey not this time, maybe some other time….

One phone call one fine day from a soul so dear to me
She says “Shall we run away? Shall we get lost in the wilderness??”
My heart raced at the idea but somewhere I knew her reputation
Still letting it be as it’s always been allowing my mind to let her play with
We plan a date and a time, getting down to finalizing check points
Total distance to be covered, where to meet, how to go forward
Scramble for flight tickets, bus tickets to the next destination
What about hotel she asks, I say leave it to me. Bus is done, check the flight!
I slowly get into the reminiscent goosebumpy mood, like the very first time
I am already there in the moment as if the journey has begun finally….
I search for hotels, find some great discount rates, ask her to start packing
She is nervous but excited says how am I gonna wake up this early
I say don worry I will wake u up like always. She smiles then just nudges
What about the return journey? I say we’l manage but she latches on to it
No we are cutting too fine. It won’t work Chirag!
It’s all your fault, we could have planned better. Don’t u ever say that I don’t try,
I did this time and you didn’t plan it well.
All I said laughingly was that- “Doll I lived my journey in the last three hours that we spoke on phone, looked for buses and hotels, hearing ur excitement and last of all your never-ending last minute confusion. I loved it and I am thankful to you for it. U take care and sleep tight. Muah gudnite….”

It’s been 9 yrs now and it’s the same old story that repeats with her. Now I just laugh over it, getting the cute feeling but only to the point of smiling nothing else. She’s always having her pet line- Honey not this time, maybe some other time….

A poem on this individual comin next....

Part 3: Yours hygienically, the gentle toothbrush

Taking from where i last left here's another in the interesting object grievance series.-The gentle toothbrush....

Yours hygienically, the gentle toothbrush

I am the ever useful gentle toothbrush
Use me to make your teeth shiny and bright
Every morning & before you go to bed at night
Remember using me else ur teeth wont stay white

I come for all ages big and small
In different colours, shapes and size
Taught down generations to all first time users
How to use me is an art so very concise

Toddlers prefer me as colourful as possible
Shaped in as a fairy or like Scooby Doo
Sometimes I am like Batman or Spiderman
Sometimes even as Mickey or Winnie d Pooh

For grown ups I am more like a chore
Embedded somewhere in their pea little brain
Each morning use me nicely & well
Or have your mouth stink like a drain

The mouths I go in are just seldom nice
Mostly having yellow teeth and an awful stench
Sweets, gum, chicken and u name it, all that junk
Nicely stuck in their forever horrid toothy fence

They would then pay a lot to some weirdo of a guy
To help fill the cavities and scale out the tar
He would use silver and gold but fill up the holes
Even pull out a tooth sometimes going a tad bit too far

He wouldn’t spare u till ur jaw’s open wide
From paste to floss, from wat to eat & wat not to
He would advise a lot, even request u to come often
So dat u care for ur teeth which u never gotto!

But it all goes in vain d moment he’s done talkin
Once we are out of his prison, we only wishfully ignore
Back to wat we loved eating- junk & more junk
The worst for the last-Sweets & chocolates galore

I wish the humans could be a bit more concerned
And use a lot more of what is there in their head
To use me and become more attractive and charming
To treat me as a friend, not as a punishment instead.

P.S. Kindly someone tell the idiot the paste is long finished. Can’t the lazy bum go buy a new one? Also please please buy the new Red one. It’s nice and it matches my colour.

Part 2: Yours Cleanfully, Fluffy Towel....

Taking from where i left on my Non-Devdasical bent of mind here's another grievance call this time from your Towel. He's a bit more indirect and hence just highlights the pros and cons and leaves it to you for taking notice. Hope you like it....

Yours Cleanfully, Fluffy Towel....

I am the useful Fluffy Towel,
Use me when you are sweaty or wet
I’l wipe your face nice and clean,
Not a trickle of dirt left, I can bet

Women prefer me soft and wooly
In scarlet red, yellows or baby pink.
For men I come in whites and blues
Pink only if gay, I say with a wink!

I am happy if used only by girls,
For they always stay so clean and fresh.
They wrap me till I am tight and close
Don’t ask me more coz I will blush;)

With guys I am like their underwear.
Their bath’s half-done, still I rub them clean
They leave me unattended on the bed,
Almost like a mop! Oh they are so mean.

I usually last a year or two,
Ladies buying me in sets of three.
For guys only once I am ripped apart;
Lest I rest in peace or given for free.

Part 1: Yours Humbly, D Photo Frame!!!!

I am humbled by all that I have received for my last post- “Why so serious????” many amazing, inspiring, motivating and nonetheless outwardly supporting comments from people who were like just acquaintances so far and now seemingly close enuf to be called frnds. M still not good wid their names but yes to mention a few- Meow(my closest), Aria(My Shakespearean half-cousin), Descrying the shadows(Mr Blogendra Kumar), Jayashree, Dewdropz, Cinderella, Neers, Mini Mouse alias Munnabehen(she’s usually lost), Salty and Ranju(She jus got me ;)). Sorry if I missed anyone but then u someone haven’t been regular wid me. A few I m not sure myself of yet ;)

Hoping I continue to get my dear frndie’s attention and also the love of the passersbys. Here’s to a long pending request from most of you to have me get out of my Devdassich sadness and post something sweet and simple. Hope you like this….

Before I start how many of us are into decorating our surroundings with pictures of near and dear ones, ones we love???? And how many leave those once adorable photo frames to rot in hell not bothering to ever check on their condition once left. Here’s to all u lazybums- a grievance call of your Photo frame….

Yours Humbly,
D Photo frame

I am your once lovely photo frame
The window of my ever-expanding owner’s heart
People who deserved to get in there
Apply for a temporary stay on my photo card

I mostly hold a love of their life
Sometimes a sibling who’s naughty but dear
Maybe a God to whom I pray and respect
Or a wicked Dad who’s framed purely out of fear

I am often neglected, left in a corner
Rotting in dust and spider-poop
The jobless idiots never look upon me
TV and phone calls keeping them in a loop

I promise to still hold what is dear to them
Never loosing track of my responsibility
This memory I hold- May it never go bad
I will keep it safe to the best of my capability

P.S. please atleast now gimme a thoughtful watch and clean me up for Godsake.Your maid does a shoddy job of jus spanking my ass wid the cloth and managing to unsettle a few specks of dust. I have already given access to my friend the Cockroach to start chewing up this ugly snob I m holding for so long. Atleast he’s regular enough to pay me a visit each night after u have slept…. Hehehe

P.S. from chaggoholicz- Kindly read my last blog if not read already. Sorry if I m fishin for compliments but I guess I really loved how simply I came up wid that and the chaos it cud create;) Hehehe….

Why so serious????

Picking lines from my momentary idol the Joker- Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was....a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me and he says "Why so serious?" Comes at me with the knife,"Why so serious?" He sticks the blade in my mouth. "Let’s put a smile on that face!" And..... Why so serious?

Why so serious?

You hate me because I finally took a call
And asked you to get out
What about the times I let you in
Thirty one times in three years
I never forgot the smirk on your face
Nor the proud sense of achievement
Saw myself replaced by mules and blokes
I still laughed then, why cant you now?

Why don’t you laugh?
Why so serious?

I let you close I let you near
Even with my family you could play
All my joys and all my fears
Shared each bit and lived each moment-each day
All done, all accepted, all welcomed with open arms
Now when for something I said enough is enough
You packed your bags and began to leave
You were the one who always would try to make up

Try laughing this time….
Why so serious?

I healed your past, took you to the present
Let you be a kid who never grew up
If in return I wished for some love
Why my past became an issue?
Why did my love become lust?
I gave you dreams of never-ending togetherness
But you could joke of blowing up my fortune
I didn’t find it funny but you called it a joke

Well I cracked one now….
Why so serious?

You found me and I found you
Bingos everywhere, love everywhere
Exploring each other, everything the first time
Until when your dreams stumbled upon
I still remember moulding mine to suit yours
When out of the blue you took me out
For no reason to fly away but sadly to be alone
All by yourself, all alone; I don’t get it, No I don’t

We both could have just laughed
Why so serious?

I danced with you the entire night
Compared you with the Moon the next day
You asked me out and I obliged
Life suddenly looked bright not grey
When one fine day you called me a stranger
And asked me to take some time away
You never came back nor allowed the time to
I tried and tried till I failed

You can maybe laugh on yourself at least….
Why so serious?

For you love was a running train
One you saw and felt like catching straight away
Lunch on board and a little dance
Maybe a movie followed by a night stay
You caught the train and experienced love
When your true self emerged and hungered for more
Not finding your ways you left abrupt
Blaming the menu, finding it not your types

Who had the last laugh then- Definitely not you….
Why so serious????

You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain….

My Better Half....

I wrote this while i was back in my bed under the lamp reflecting on me & my day so far. It just came naturally to me. Do tell me if you could guess about her from the post as you go read it....

An impression of my self
An outline of my soul
An image of my stature
An incomplete part of my whole

Follows me everywhere
Changing places as I go
She’s darker than most I have seen
But brighter than my core

At times she goes hides herself
Behind me because she’s shy
Sometimes she heightens herself
Watching the bright lights go by

Who is she? I sometimes wonder
Where’s she from? I do not care
Did we meet before is not the question
But instead what brought her here?

I broke the ice, tried talking to her
Asked her out on a date
She’s lost in her world, too busy with herself
Keeps ignoring me off late

Though hesitant still headstrong
She makes up her mind on me
To hang around till I am finally gone
She loves me so much you see

I am in utter bliss of forgotten loneliness
For I will have her around till I am dead
Don’t worry my friend she won’t break my heart
She’s not just any other girl but my shadow instead....

Do tell me if you guessed it right.M sure some got fooled!!!!