Lament of Love

Bursting out in Harder times , I rhyme this way to make this ride...

Breaking out through border lines, I mime with noway for heart inside...

Making out the order of those deeds you did to put me aside...

Taking out the ladder of pain, I climb up so high .....to  suicide...


No matter how so hard I try,

I can't Kill myself... nevertheless...

No Never ....I stop asking "Why...

You Did this to me".....your reply is, nonetheles

like Falling from the ...longest lie,

the Heavier I feel.......... with weightlessness,

I land so quick...Failing in wink of eye,

To die .......and live in restlessness,


ferretting out the frightened part.....I'll let you u know...you left me forefeited spree....

For getting what you've got so far...... for'getting' me  ....this fret in me...

I forgive you for the given fraud........... punishing you forever....see....

Forsaken was for sake of me............ to tie your heart .........and let you free...

Patenting the marks I left on U....signing below 'em  in red, on your soul...

Parenting the sparks of letter 'V'...for vengeance  you deserve , for your vole...

blantantly it wud be me on the brighter side...to bear for you the bottom line...on the whole...

Lamenting the light of my burning abode... you once broke into....lastly to leave this hole...

 


 --- S R i

Re"treat"

BackDrop:- DEDICATED TO INDIAN CRICKET TEAM WHICH WON ICC WORLD CUP 2011


It's April third to find.....doesn't matter if it's two thousand eleven...... or nineteen eighty three..


as the day gets destined.....to touch the heaven....to repeat the history...


They said...we can't defeat..
they said..its tough to beat...
we said....nothing....to take on the heat...
slow & steady...moving up the ladder..ultimately to meet....

..the fate with a facet...that forced the gods to play...
the tune with a trumpet...treasuring the trauma to sway...
like a tri color blanket....flying to curb the enemy prey..
with a message in bracket...."this is our day....this is our way"


as none confines...to any limits...so true...
digging all mines ..climbing with captain leading from front..giving no clue..
silencing all whines..."off"beat...from the heart forcing me to..
dedicate these lines...for those who made us celebrate Re"treat" ..who r said to BLEED BLUE


- S R i

Beg your " Pardon"!

BackDrop :- A Guy conveying to his beloved , not to worry much about "words", especially to thank or to apologize, as it's the "feeling" that's more felt, than the exaggerated expression! Read on...

I know you dedicate your smiles to me,
I know you think I'm the sparkle behind 'em,
but dear, though its not so tough to see,
I B'liv, I gave you hard times too & a li'l mayhem,

So this is my take, that I always wanna to take,
a chance to convey couple of apologies,
& then I ask myself "for who's sake?"...
..oh for god's sake...we're in love..not court of law...so no agreements and policies...

So here are some bottom lines...

If you  ever wanna praise....then do it with your sharp eye-stare...
If you  ever wanna thank me for your days....then do it with your touch's flare..
If you wanna say sorry....then do it by wiping those pearls crawling from your eyes..
If you wanna say "I'm there , don't worry" then..just be with me..its more than enuf than 7 lives..


So Remember....


I'm not part of your way....
..for you to struggle to keep it clean...
indeed I'm your way...
...everything and nothing, unseen..


this debt can't be cleared...when you simply say...
an oath of thanks .......or..... "beg your pardon"...

I'm your life...& I'm here to stay...
Forever love...as I'm never done!

- S R i

Pebbles & Ripples!

BackDrop:- potraying  two loved ones , suffering some differences ,  in a scene of people on two opposite shores seperated by a stream in between...talking in tone of the guy!..more a casual narrative and less a rhyme.!!.Read-on


left apart at the shore,
drift apart with a stream in between,
yet its not I'm left alone...
I walk along the edge...of(f) the scene...
with my feet..on the path...laid by pebbles...of some precious moments.
bowing down..to hold such one...staring at passing by currents..
seeing the waters turn... stand still ....at times....
painting the past ..in front of me...

It's then that I close my eyes, feeling the touch of stone..in my palm...
knowing that i can't change the potrait ..yet changing the shade, is all what i wish to see..
stepping back...throwing the pebble....watching the ripples..all so calm..
that I jus' pray atlesat one reaches you...at d other side ..crossing the sea...
it's not so unknown...it's not so strange...That i am missing you more...when you're not meant to be..
witnessing a sillable of my sound...not even the hush of plea..

Don't worry if i wud go short of the pebbles....
m obsessed with 'em....oppressed under my feet of destiny..
I like to throw 'em, after all I'm human...
as Hope is d least i can hav...hopin fr a hit ...back to me..
to pass the moment that's passing by
which has to pass even after- failed retreat of the "passed away"
canvassing the present but losing my,
tempo of  this burlesque , I finally say..


Don't worry about ripples .. that I create as this...
Standstill is too boring .....trust me...
As i have a heart...and that is full of you...
rather than being numb & emotionless......  crying in the name of you....is Completely OK for me!



- S R i

'O'h! mode

BackDrop:- a Candid narrative about a boy's thought flow, when he likes a girl but can't dare to take step and yet enjoys the feel of being tensed in it! Read-on...




Can't just ignore my heart,

Yet can't just put it in notice bOard..


Rather can prefer to be what I'm not...


waiting for alerts from you....patiently waiting for beep tOne..


& even this risky trial...


is jus' for sake of you in "sleep mOde"...


to wake you up and make you search.....meanwhile..


I keep "signaling" you in heart-beat cOde..


I hate this that...I am sitting at edge....


but girl its best i can do with this worst LOad..


that I carry when m trying to stick to pledge...


that I wud niether stop hitting...nor will have a gOal scOred...


Don't ask me....m not afraid of you...


may be it's jus' that m liking the play mOre...


Don't tell me....I always knew...


you were ever available at my love dOOr..


it's just me.... nothing about you...


who isn't willing to see through the peep-hOle...


but one day shall surely arrive...


wait for it LOVE....& you'll know this till the last WORD..






--S R i 

"A"nthem of Pain

BackDrop: Post Break-up, when a guy says that he loves to hate her , yet hating the fact that he still loves her! (Trust me guys not my story, Just observed (someone else), felt (how would it be for self) and wrote(for u all to read) ;-) :-P )



Away from self, Alone and lost.........
Asleep in dream of Awakening from past....
Awaiting for change....Agreeing that its not...
Arriving Anyways.....Assuming the Addiction's forever to last..

Accepting the Ambush...
Admitting the fall..
Adoring the pain in
the Almighty's call..

Appealing Aloud As much As my soul...
Appalls & Approves the end journey to start..
Allowing the holes in my heart to heal As a whole..
Alluring ...its beat.....At last to Stop....

- SRi

"Awe"ful....Owe.!!!

BackDrop:- "..this is a funny "sing-along" kinda song..in the voice of a guy talking to his girl and trying to make her smile, while expressing his sweet love...as the girl is listening to him curiously...read on..."



Its the glow of heart....its LOVE...its not..

...that easy to put in words.....that thing....

...is an awesome thing....as I owe something...

..to you...I'm trying to say and show something...




Its the now of what....was then...guess what??...

..you only know that...as me...as you...know that thing...

Its a puzzle of some sort....its fun...its that..

...you'll never know...when you had first hit that thing...




Its the same with all....with you...with me...

..this is what I sighed....when I've felt the thing...

Its an awesome thing....as I owe something...

..to you...I'm trying to say and show something...




It lies in heart.....cracks your head....it just..

...beats along the fistful red throbbing thing....

It denies itself.....but like I've said....

you'll eventually learn to love that thing....




Its this LOVE by you....for you....with you...

...I will always be there ...& here.... to hear you say..as I ask "Howz this thing?.."

as you'll say...

"Its an awesome thing.... I owe something...

..to you...I'm trying to say and show THE SAME THING.."

--SRi