In response to a LOST Love !

I have said this earlier, but will repeat,
Do you have time then, take your seat,
There is no such thing as one lost love,
She missed you so much, ask her how,

He has lost a love, and it was very dear,
she stays here in his city, just very near,
He saw her son today, he felt just glad,
Here I am, all love letters on a notepad,

IF YOU REALLY DID LOVE HER, AT ALL,
You have to stand up, and just not fall,
Show her you can smile, in front of her,
Tell her,
"She made you stronger, than you were! "

What to do ?

What to do ?
Is it wrong to be true?
Everyone has this problem,
Regardless of where we are from!

What to do ?
Just not even a clue,
How do I tell her am for real,
That we are a good match, so ideal!

What to do ?
Should wear blue ?
Or any other color to impress,
This is harder than a game of chess!

What to do ?
Am in a big queue,
For that dame very pretty,
Will she look at me, and take pity!

What to do ?
I wish she just knew,
That I do love and adore her,
Of course, until I see her pretty sister!

What to do ?
Should I pursue?
Or simply quit, and brood,
Or be bold, walk up to her, be a dude !

What to do ?
It’s long overdue,
Should I tell her today ?
Or tomorrow without much delay !

What to do ?
Far better is ICU,
But, what if she screams,
And shatters all of my sweet dreams!

What to do ?
Will I get through?
You suspect, she will be taken,
And then you will be left totally shaken !

One final word from me,
You have to be honest, you see,
Do YOUR part, which is, all you want,
LET HER DECIDE then, don’t let her haunt,

Don’t make your own judgment,
In Hopes and Faith, don’t carry a dent,
It takes guts and nuts, for a MAN to be true,
So, do it first, before I do, between me and you!

Past and Passion

What stays longer and lasts,
All about the future and pasts,
Something that is within us,
Which we rarely ever discuss,

Many of us want it that way,
Often we hear people say,
How I wish I really followed,
I let it die and simple erode,

But when time comes after,
Not much left of big laughter,
It then rings the bell to show,
You wish life moved so slow,

Many a time you go against,
For small pleasures, sensed,
For the paper and plastics life,
You overlook even your wife,

A big chase simple continues,
Well, it was given to choose,
You chose the others to win,
Get it all, even if you then sin,

Days fly, months cry, years die,
You sit there, and simply sigh,
You think and think, over it,
You wish you really did quit,

Keeping aside all that you love,
No conscience for one above,
Forgetting all your dear ones,
No time for daughters, sons,

Glaring now at some lost past,
You see, it has moved so fast,
Well, you just can’t revert life,
There is no life without a strife,

Longing for that rewind click,
And not messed with a chick,
Kept your life clean and neat,
Wished you had been sweet,

So, don’t drive life for money,
Choose your passion, honey,
Do all that you love, be true,
Be smart, between me and you.

Bee in Bus

A Bee entered into the bus?
Is that all enough for a fuss?
So many talks about it now,
Is it for some nature’s love ?

Or was it that Bumble Bee ?
You're scared from your knee,
May be it wanted some fun,
It might go, after all’s done,

It wanted to see pretty faces?
Beyond religion, caste, races?
Or was it really glaring at you ?
Okay, so you don’t have a clue!

So many pretty girls around,
Buzzing with stereo surround,
Do just lend your ears for once,
They are as quiet as some nuns,

Strange you love their nector,
Collected from many a sector,
If you love that sweet honey,
My lines won't sound so funny,

Spare your phones and listen,
Nature will smile and glisten,
Stay away from phone for a day,
You can try in april or in May !

Prettier things do hurt more,
Harder to find, so never ignore,
No point running away from it,
Do pay attention, don’t quit,

May be it was in love with you,
Am sure you didn’t get the clue,
Just ask the Bee, if you want to,
First flight, or is that your debut ?

May be it had lost its own way,
But, it sure did make your day,
Was it looking for a big love too ?
Like the one between me and you!

Bangalore Expressway - A Boon ?

This might just go on forever and ever,
Which might not affect a few, never,
Not a very safe and consoling option,
Handle it with care, like an adoption.

I don’t see it safe for the two wheelers,
Nor will it benefit car and truck dealers,
Should not be suggested for slow bikers,
They occupy one full lane, like the hikers.

Buses just have that enough space to go,
Others must have to just go a bit too slow,
Cars really have to stick to speed below sixty,
LAY BYE is not for music, songs, and party!

Will it really serve the purpose truly, will it?
Autos, bikes will they stop them or permit,
Its saves just about 15 minutes of all time,
Just ‘cause Bangalore traffic were big crime.

But it still does not solve that big bottleneck,
Drivers still say, I reached, but what the heck?
Silk Board, still the same, to go left and right,
BTM and HSR Layout, traffic is still very tight!

All our joys, will vanish after this month end,
Will you pay extra, for that time, to spend?
I think I will love the big traffic for my safety,
Will be glad to have vendors for snacks, tea!

The expressway, might just be a big wonder,
But, I prefer safety more, will just fly under,
If I must impress just my ladies, may be yes,
Spend more time with her on road, just us.

The expressway, is just not one inch wider,
For the safety of two wheelers and its rider,
One bus, locked in the middle of each lane,
You will wonder, Is this is one boon or a bane?

May be you feel, am way too pessimistic,
Did you read my earlier note, so realistic?
I am just like that tiny needle in one balance,
Just another man, normal, with non-chalance !

Be blessed, and enjoy that mist and a fog,
Not one will sleep in the bus now, like one log,
Just watch that lovely sight, with the sky so blue,
We built it all with our money, me and you.

Expressway in Bangalore

Friends, Romans and country (wo) men,

Hear he, Hear he., all, it’s well over ten,

The elevated expressway is finally here,

That makes Silk board, E-City very near,

Expressway, free rides until month end,

This flyover has not got any hairpin bend,

Just another week, until she’s got to pay,

Let me pay some fine, for speeding today.

I understand the safety, more than thrills,

I know speeding thrills but sometimes kills,

Having spent hours, hours over the years,

Just cursing the bad roads, over the beers,

I really loved this skyway, with less traffic,

Marvel on Hosur road, quite photographic,

Every man and woman, would love it all,

To speed, set a record, boast, and recall.

Went on that expressway, before the toll,

The road so good now, without some hole,

I love everyone, just like I love my dear life,

It’s got a parking place, just take YOUR wife.

I’m worried about the plants in that divider,

In days, will become the home of a spider,

I’ve seen several flyovers began so grand,

Never watered later, as they had planned.

If all they want is to go a max in the eighties,

For fear of more life loss, more than Haiti’s,

As long as you love nature and lives today,

Just do it once, just once and not every day.

The expressway hopefully will remain good,

Good maintenance, strong, well… it should,

Would help protect trees, plants if I have to,

If you co-operate that makes it one to two!

Well, let’s make sure; we abide by the rule,

I promise, I’d not race again, won’t act cool,

Everyone needs the little whack, to be nicer,

It’s better to be alive, healthy, remain wiser.

But, sure do travel, on that big expressway,

Do it before month end without any delay,

Hehe.. small cars, bikes are for trials, is a clue,

Care for a ride today? Just me…. and you!

Handwritten Letters

I really don’t recollect when it was last,
Sometime back, or long ago, in the past,
I used to adore the trendy fountain pens,
That used to cost, much less than tens.

Often refill the pen, with Royal blue ink,
The most popular brand was, BRIL, I think,
That Hero Pen, in black, blue and green,
To write anything, in my fifteen and sixteen.

Lots of paper written, scratched and torn,
Internet revolution and e-mail was born,
Never checked my handwriting since then,
Could not write fast, even words above ten.

Love letters have never been so pleasant,
Not much Hand written mails, at present,
Striking and re-writing all that you want,
Never bothered much about specific font.

Varying heart shapes, drawn and re-drawn,
Miss you; love you, hi, hello, all now gone,
I really do miss that dark red, black cap box,
The ones that used to be on bricks or rocks.

Hand written letters showed lots of love,
That came after, the letters carriers, dove,
Emails don’t always convey what is meant,
Even though they are quickly received, sent.

I made a vow to write letters to dear ones,
Show all of my love in words and in tons,
Post office, stamps, envelopes, post cards,
Emails are just no match, to greeting cards.

Flowers, cards, water color and sketch pen,
Adorning a letter, turning boys to wiser men,
Now, I type and re-type, all emotions lost,
Not sending it later, after the word of last,

Everyone should own a pen and letter pad,
Don’t worry even if handwriting is just bad,
Try your best, and express all that in words,
Prefer being called lovers, than tech nerds,

Words chosen or written, say all that you are,
Will bring all people closer, even if they’re far,
It doesn’t matter whether ink is in red or blue,
Just send a letter nice, say,” From me to you”!