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This is the beginning of third year of an existence I never imagined I will be living- being financially dependent on someone.

I am absolutely at my patience’s end and am hundred percent sincere about trying any genuine free lance job on writing, that is I write and you pay, I am not keen to hit jackpot, fair payment will be fine enough for me.

I will like to clearly tell the robbers looking for fools to dupe to keep off – this one is too experienced to fall for your traps. I have tried for years to get a genuine, fair paying home-based job; the last time I was duped was in 2008 by a phony medical transcription institute, it gobbled up 30000 rupee and almost an years hard work, left me really sick in guts. Well, I am ready to take chances again but no longer being fooled. So, if any literary agent thinks that my works are worth it, I won’t mind sharing profits with him/ her; the percentage or fees for services will be negotiable. But please, don’t ask me to get a membership first, speak in trustworthy language. Or, any genuine publisher, publishing agency can gladly contact me, I will consider paying the fees if I think the offer isgenuine and reasonable.

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Sunday, February 28, 2010

Golden glow

Sitting beside the window
Lazily gazing out
At the summer sun’s rays
Playing with water of pond.

I felt a drop of sunshine
Got glued together and fell
From the sky above
And landed on the branch.

Then I heard it singing
Oh in a voice so sweet
All the symphony of earth
Bowed its head before him.

A dazzling creature wrapped
In feathers of gold and black.
As if the sunlight and shadow
Lighting up a mango branch.

You flew away after a while
Leaving the echo of your song
Which resonate in my ears
Every time you cross my mind.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Divine touch

I saw you in my dreams
you were sitting there
a beautiful painting in colours
red, yellow, blue and steel..

You sat there singing sweetly
your small being glowing
with beauty and divine rhythm
I could hear your sweet melody.

Then I saw something ominous
crawling, slithering toward you
I saw the jaws of a serpent
as it was about to strike you.

I tried to scream but could not
my voice was sucked deep
then to my ecstassy you flew
far away from those fangs.

As if someone from up above
warned you about unseen
and you meekly obeyed her
without even once looking back.

Friday, February 26, 2010

vengeance

A dark demon cruel, soulless
that takes form from a wrong
done to an innocent being.
From an injustice done to one.
Then it slowly takes the form
of injustice itself, it becomes
blind of virtues like truth,
reality, compassion and justice.

All it starts to yearn for is the power,
power to cause pain and destruction,
power to cause grief and wound,
it starts to worship punishment.
Forgets justice, and loses vision
in its blind rage it destroys everything
that comes in-between its path to hell,
as only hell’s fury can stop its destruction.

Written on 4.05.09

Thursday, February 25, 2010

masks

people often wear these
faces upon faces to hide
the real face, some are
harmless some are not.

One better should not
lay their fate on people
who wear masks when
they are with their owns.

People who put up masks
sometimes hide feelings
but sometimes they hide
deeper..nature or deeds.

Sometimes they hide
intention too, a wolf
hiding behind sheepskin
better beware of these.

They may not cause harm
or may crush you down
better not trust a person
who hides his eyes and face.

Written on: 4.05.2009

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Fair and unfair

Every thing is not fair in love
its either the logic of innocence
or the logic of lust to say so
every thing can not be fair in world.

Love is the blessing of divine
it tries to worship and cherish
its lover, it tries to bring both
nearer to God and leaves if fails.

It never steals, corrupts or uses
its lover, it tries to portray God
in its lover and a devotee in self
it is crystal clear as a creek.

It never tries to walk the dark alleys
to win the love of its piece of heart
instead it stays in the path of truth
and worship its love even when its gone.

It knows very well that stolen fruits
may always taste sweeter to tongue
but one day the same stealing becomes
reason for the punishment of unpaid sin.

Written on : 6.05.09

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Wounded love

Every heart that can hold true love
is but once bitten, wounded, hurt
by refusal or failure of the beloved
it shatters the vessel to pieces.

Its just a part of life, cant be changed
we all go through it to season our soul
we cant go on hurting ourselve forever
after a while we have to start loving again.

We just start with God, then ourselves
and then other childrens of God come in
lucky are those who can love their ex flame
even after the separation as a loved friend.

Those who cant, those who have been used
should lay the justice on God and move ahead
no mistake deserves a punishment life long
so fly again broken heart and search for a nest.

Written on 18.04.2009

Monday, February 22, 2010

Poetic justice

You loved her, she did not
you hated her for that wrongly
so you plotted your plan
to deprive her from love.

You did not left any trick under the sky
sometimes you pretended as betrayed
sometimes you painted her black
sometimes you scandalized her.

You succeeded in your games as
evil people sometimes do in beginning.
You wiped out love from every heart
that cared for her and you were happy.

Then you fell in love and fell crazily
for the most charming girl in the world.
She was love, beauty and charm brought
together to form a beautiful bouquet.

She also loved you with all her heart,
you two started to dream of home.
Then someone showed her your real face,
she left you forever and never looked back.

Written on 12.05.2009

Pleadings of a lost soul!

Don’t trust my words any one of them
because, to get that shining car outside
I sold my tongue to eternal falsehood
I don’t want to lose that car by saying truth.

No please don’t ask me to stand for truth
you see this glorious mansion I own?
I bought this mansion by the wealth
I amassed from selling off my backbone.

Please don’t ask me to look inside me
I don’t have a heart or soul.. sold them
one for the money amassed in bank
other for security of a golden future.

I have sold every thing I was given
by the heavens including my soul
now I am a soulless, spineless,
truthless man sitting on gold throne.

Written on 12.05.09

A litle girl

A little girl was born somewhere
when she arrived she had a
homefull of brothers and sisters
another tiny one soon followed.

Mother was too busy in home
father in the wide world
all the siblings lived among
themselves and their friends.

She grew up without love and tenderness
talking to the flowers and trees
finding the treasure of love in God
and the teacher in story books.

When she grew up she realized
she has had the best mother in world
God, who will never fail in loving her
Best teacher in books, best friend in nature.

Written on : 12.05.09

Drama queen

She always wins her way like this
whenever she is confronted by logic
she encounters it with a tantrum
a huge uproar of incoherent words.

Shallow as a creek but furious
and boiling like a stream falling
from a mountain top, churning, fuming
full of more foam than water.

Her roar can be heard from far
whereas the true rivers flow
with a body full of water but
their sound can be heard rare.

Just like an empty vessel which
makes a deafening sound when hit
whereas a full vessel sounds soft
emptier the vessel greater is the sound.

Written on 5.05.09

Friday, February 19, 2010

Passion and love

Every thing is not fair in love
there is a control of conscience
on desire when it comes to love
but passion blows away conscience.

Passion is called dark emotion
and love is the feeling divine
feeling which fills up our soul
with light, happiness and bliss.

Love knows the difference between
fair, unfair, right and wrong
it is blessed with the vision
given to it by God, the divine.

Passion is the earthly passion
it looks and acts almost like love
but is too different again
they are like the body and shadow.

Passion consumes love delivers
passion is dark love is light
one fills the heart with light
other blinds the vision and heart.

Love lifts the heart above
opens the gate of heaven.
Passion longs to own lover
tries to paint the earth.

Love betrayed turns to God
passion turns to devil.
One forgives and forgets
the other destroys the lover.

Written on: 5.05.09

Greed

A slithering parasite hidden in deep crevice
of our heart, feeding on our desires
keenly observing how much we yield
the more we yield stronger it gets.

If we keep on feeding it will change into
a monster from a tiny insect
instead of gnawing and pricking
it will swallow us complete.

It swallows every virtue which fights it
conscience is its first kill
then come restrain and others
man becomes its slave for ever.

Deeper it drags its victim in his pit
full of lies, cheating and disgrace
if a soul falls too deep in its pit
he can rarely come back, is devoured.

Written on: 4.05.2009

Walk with you

I want to walk with you
with your heart in mine
and your soul within me
till the end of my life.

Our thoughts may be different
our choices may not tally
but as long as we have
our hearts and souls as one
Who cares!!

Two very different minds can rhyme
with each other for the longest time
seen so many friends who have
been as different as day and night.

Yet the bondings of love, trust, longing
kept them glued together forever
never did they parted their ways
they stayed with each other till the end.

Lets make our love rhyme that way
lets know our thoughts will vary
but our heart and soul are one
and we cant be separated ever.

Written on 11.05.2009

Fatal flame

Once a tiny flame of fire was
jumping, playing in its glee
all were admiring its charm.
A moth got obsessed by its beauty.

He made up his mind that he will
steal the golden flame and take home
he wooed the flame by flying round it
and the flame swayed with his tune.

Thinking he has won his flame
he stretched his wing to her
and asked the flame to ride
soon his wings were aflame.

Even though he thought he had
his love in his life forever
little did he knew that all
lovers are not blessed to be together.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Love and lust

Why should both shall not mingle?
pure light of love cant stay together
with black shadow of soulless lust
for love is chainless and lust devours.

Just like a deer and python
cant be friends … love and lust can
never stay together for certain.
Lust will devour love or love will run.

Run away from its vicious embrace
which will choke its soul divine
or else it will transform lust to love
if lust can welcome that change.

Its hard but it has happened often
lust transforming into love
but love never changes into lust
it either changes lust or deserts.

Written on: 6.05.09

The flute

Oh please let the flute play
I know he does not obey rules
but he plays oh so sweet
all those failings don’t even count.

He does not knows the rules to follow
all he follows is his own heart
his music flows above, beyond the
drab monotony of barriers and rules.

Have you seen a bird singing
his divine song note by note?
or a elegant swan following
chartered course to south?

Binding of rule is not for everyone
there are souls which fly free
spirits which get choked by burdens
of bindings created by you and me.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

True love

Warmth of togetherness
Expressed in embraces
Tight and relaxed
Soft and hard.

Kisses exchanged
Sometimes quick
Sometimes slow
Taste lingers forever.

Nothing can compete it
Nothing can replace it
This warmth is created
Only by loving hearts.

Money cant buy it
Power cant yield it
Force cant win it
Only true love can have it.

spring

Snow melted
rivers thawed
turbulent torrents
rushing forth.

Flowers blooming
Bees buzzing
Butterflies
Smoothly gliding.

Earth arises
Stretches her limbs
Spring has come
Wake up my kids!

They all open their eyes
Birds, bees and flowers
Beauty unleashes herself
Earth transforms in heaven.

Colours scattered abundantly
Fragrant wind
Intoxicated and exhilarated
Trees dance in glee.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Fairy princess

A fairy queen had to leave her child
her daughter among the mortal souls
for she had to wage a war
against the evil sorcerer to save her land,
she left her behind with a aching heart,
but drew a line of invisible fire around her,
that fire permitted only loving souls
to touch her piece of heart… her child.

The girl started to grow up among men
but was a fairy princess after all
blessed with beauty and soul of the fairies.
Anyone who came to her without love
was singed by the invisible fire around
the moment they tried to touch her.
Such was the power of that guardian,
a mother’s aching, loving heart.

The queen could not get back to her
she died fighting the sorcerer.
The sorcerer then targetted the child
tried for years but could not harm her.
Every time he tried to touch her he
would singe, so will all his helpers.
Then one day the king of fairies came
down for his daughter to get her back.

A golden chariot with white horses
came down from the heaven to the hut,
where the fairy princess was dwelling
with her human foster parents in peace.
Her father came down from the chariot
thanked her foster family and took his
beloved’s only gift with him to his fairy
kingdom, to make her safe and happy.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

river and desert

one goal brought together players
as different as day and night
one evil, cunning and wicked
the other innocent and naïve.

Both loved the same soul
One loved him like
river Loves the ocean
to become A part of him..

The other loved him like desert
wanted to soak him in herself
forever and ever to never let go
love of a starved, hungry soul.

The river and the desert soon collided
the desert of hunger
tried to soak the river of love dry
will she be victorious in her tries?

Written on: 1.05.09

misery

if we will only let it work
it will bring out its palette
which contains only shades
of gray, dark and black.

She is an expert in her paints
No matter how much you
Scatter colours around you
She will start with your eyes.

First she will paint your vision
in the dark shades of pain,
depression, and yearnings
her next goal will be your heart.

Don’t let her hover around you
the moment you see her there
meet her with a bright smile
full of sunshine and happiness.

Happy thoughts, smiling lips
loud laughter, cheerful heart
these are the ways to keep her
away from your doorstep forever.

Written on: 1.05.09

Games people play

A pair of funloving young ones
trying to have fun,
not caring about the pain they cause
no matter how much deep the hurt is.

Together they weaved a web
A net of a strange heartless prank
hiding themselves behind the veil
of ilusive cyberworld and cellphones.

They both pretended as one person
sometimes a man, sometimes woman
one day they both were a pretty girl
the next day a rich handsome man.

Ganging up on innocent preys for fun.
Then one day their game fired back
one of them fell for one of the prey
he left his playmate and told its over.

The game did not ended there though
one kept the phone in her clutches
to settle her scores on both the souls.
The other kept the name to woo her.

One of them busy in settling her score
the other too scared to share the truth
may be this is what happens when
people play games they should not.

Written on : 1.05.09

Own light

Glowing with our own little light
thanking God for what is given
feeling blessed for being just
what we are is the bliss of life.

When we see a flower we love it
when we see a colourful bird
we adore its beauty and cherish
without dragging our hearts down.

We listen to a lark with admiration
we watch a waterfall with glee
same should be our state of soul
when we see someone glow.

When we see someone outshining
instead of feeling down we should
glow with our own light, enhance it
and join the shower of loving light.

Written on 30.04.2009

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

light

When you feel the world is dark
gloomy, painful and full of hurt
light a candle of love in your heart.
If human love has failed you
let it be God’s eternal love.

Once you fill up your heart with light
it wont be contained within.
it will spread its wing from the nest
and fly in the wide, blue sky.
its song will be heard far and wide
its beauty will shower down on mankind.

So, now, when the dark clouds are
gathering around your nest,
illuminate and protect your own light.
Wait for the dawn of the dark night
dawn of admiration of creation
dawn of love and peace and smile.

Reality and dreams

Two sides of a coin
so very different
in every little thing
yet both are needed
to complete a coin,
are useless without
the other, yet can
never face the other..

such are the world of pure dream
and the world of harsh reality
they both form the human world
one wont exist without the other
but they don’t have anything similar
and they will never face eath other.

Monday, February 8, 2010

envy

The sharp knife in velvet sheath
when you suddenly befriended me
after ignoring my presence so long
for a while I was so happy so touched
that I missed the razor’s prick
which was hidden under the velvet.
A blood thirsty soul disguised as flower.

The venom that was craftily hidden
behind sweetness was sometimes spilled
by unprovoked cruelty and bitterness,
why do you do this only you will know
trying to pull me down below
damaging my spirit from its free flow.
is it because you envy my spirit?
Or is it because you hate yours?

Written on 30.04.09

Cactus

A careless gardener once planted
a thorny cactus beside a gentle shrub
every time a wind blew across
the gentle shrub brushed against
the sharp thorns of its neighbour
they will pierce his tender body
though he bled his heart could not hate
his merciless, cold neighbour
who was made that way by the nature
yet he bled without his mistake every day..

It seems to me God sometimes plays the
same irony, or shows the same lack,
lack of sensitivity or tact can we say?
By placing a very tender, meek soul
With the harshest ones to suffer forever
Can someone tell why it happens?
Why are these soft tender hearts
are placed beside these bitter souls
to bleed and suffer forever by merciful God?
Or they coexist normally like light and shadow?

Black and white

Black souls and white souls
both are god’s creations
one is inclined towards hell
the other one towards creator.

Pure black and pure white
are too hard to find
most souls are shades of
gray and shades of white.

If these two souls are ever
born and brought together
destruction of one is sure
depending on luck, power.

They both being the purest
try to change the other
and none gives in to other
ending one or both at the end.

Written on 30.04.2009

thankfulness

love is called god himself
tis said that it reflects him
every time it touches you
in any form..love, friend..
be thankful to god that he
sent you a touch of himself
be thankful to the messenger
who delivered his touch to you.
It is the shower from heaven
Itself which comes down on blessed.

Feel it as a blessing of divine
not as an offering to divine
feel blessed that someone
bestowed it on you, don’t think
that you deserved it that is why
you won it, arrogance and love
cant last with each other for long
while arrogance sits on the front door
love silently walks away through the back door
While arrogance sits alone and broods.

Written on : 30.04.2009