Kot Book: Attached by feelings,detached by distance...

Kot Book: Attached by feelings,detached by distance...

Attached by feelings,detached by distance...

From distance I hear your voice,

Yet it fails to make a difference

Has distance divided us,

Multiplying our growing differences.

As my thoughts venture into the space,

finding yours is another maze

frequency of meeting your  thoughts is a distant echo...

In those suspense moments,

Suspicion breeds..

 have your thoughts found another way,

 forgetting we got to stay till we grey..

Dark at night,

my thoughts search you in the dreams,

no one to hear its screams,

left alone to bark....

Disappointment makes a perpetual appointment,

need i say ,your are its ointment..

As the sun shines , i see its eclipses

As the moon signs in,

the signs get darker and options farther

My thoughts grow in size,

Overweighed

They lose balance and trip,

From my head to my heart...

A soft thud,

gives birth to another bud,

Far away from the mud....

Empty spaces here made me stronger,

no thing stranger ,

Every thing, familiar.....

My thoughts danced on the empty floor,

Spilling all my soar...

Distance had widened the stage,

For our thoughts to engage..

More space to dance,

For our love enhance,

No more fence, hence on

My thoughts had stopped thinking,

They started feeling.......

With head far across,

Logic had lost its voice

Distance doesn’t know division,

It knows multiplication........

As for my thoughts , they hate maths.....they love chemistry......

HIS image,My mirage

It was in my early days,

I used to be woken up when the sun sent its rays..

My small master had to go to school,

And didn’t want to look like a fool...

He was cute, yet to be a dude......

He didn’t love me enough,

 saw me only when he wore his stuff

Days turned months and then years,

I was getting closer to him day by day,

I would call it .......night by night......

Our friendship grew very tight...

For every speck on his face, so slight

I had to see his plight...

When he saw his might,

His smile was too bright...

He and his muscles,

Always left me in puzzles...

All his curves built,

Were for a “slightly curvy “to melt

I never know how it felt

guess virginity is insanity....
 Let’s get back to my Mr. Right,

who loved to go out at night

As he grew, he had “grown” on me,

i had no more reason to moan!!!

Forgetting i was still on the wall,

He brought his cute gal,

That wet night,

Safety measures despite

He lost the FIGHT...

He was no more cute,

finally a DUDE.....

He had dared,

And was now scared!!!!!

Dreams shattered,

Silently he screamed....

Dark shades darkened the rays,

Yet i stood by his ways....

Then, that wet night.......

In a fit of rage,

He attacked me

And I lost my age......

          (My Mirage)

I had given up without a fight,

Only to reduce his plight,

The last witness, no more in sight,

He could still be Mr. Right

Bye, to heaven, I got to take a flight...

Birth: on a wall

Death: In His fall

They and Me, we were meant to be

When i started from shore,

every one advised me to go and roar.

With heavy burden ,

my fun only set to shorten....

as i ferried,

They danced,merried and partied,

In my own darkness, i got buried

They and me,

I always did grieve....

Bluey,my best fren said,

“hey hulk,why do u sulk..”

With tears spilling on him,

I told him of my fears,

The bulkier buddy had a hefty laugh,

With his body shaking violently,

The worms on my body started shouting “storm,storm”

Tickling me with their panicky footsteps

In my anger i snorted a black fumy smokey,

It irritated my friend cloudy and he started cursing me,

With hi s dirty spit falling on me as the rain

My friends had deserted me and i needed to find an oasis...

In those dark moments,

I realised.....

When i was hurt , they were hurt,

When i was happy, they were happy,

I had been the frog under the lotus

Not relishing its company,

Now i shall roar and soar....

THEY n ME, we were meant to BE

a "stranger" love story

For long i suffered a pain,
unseen by the clueless doctor,
unheard by any one farther or closer,
yet i felt it for some reason.


Travel did i far and wide
nothing seemed to help me unravel,
"within,within " some one seemed to lead,
 writhin went inward to find the seed...


lo and behold...
for quite some time my heart had gone unsold,
i had to get bold,
and fall in some one's fold


but when and where,who and how,
the questions only set to grow


whom do i want???
SEARCH ed my heart and the reply was:
"one who BINGs (pings) my heart beats often,whose eyes twinkle behind the dark GOOGLE (goggles) and on seeing whom my heartbeats erupt in chorus YAHOOOOO !!!


where do i get???
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the SAFFRON opposition applauds him,

the followers follow him under the shining YELLOW sun,

govt grows GREEN over ramdev's popularity,

BROWN guys lati drive them,drivin HIM to air port n others outside HIS fort,

wen the fast stops, the furious guy changes colours (pun intended !!!)

from ORANGE to WHITE..

weepin while the corruption keeps deepenin..

what do i call this post???

WAKE UP IND !!!!

or

POLITICAL HUES ...who is to blame ..I,HE or WE....