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A real man is the one who has courtesy to tell good bye when he walks away from ones life

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where are you krishna?

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where are you my krishna?

My god,my best friend,

where have you camouflaged?

In the darkest endeavor my life

 

seeking you I stroll astray

Gaping unable to breath

I suffocate,alien in this world

I weep unheard ,my tears spurt out in galleons

 

where are you krishna?

I nay trust anyone,

cause everyone I trust

seem to be in disguise.

 

Myth states you have always been there

when you devotees cry…

why do turn a blind eye

to my ceaseless tears.

 

you have devotees who made history,

for you always was a mystery…

I turn hysteric,

when I compare my devotion to theirs.

 

Blue complexion ,enticing lotus petal eyes,

all paintings in India depicts you,

etched in hearts you are,

by miracles you perform .

 

You did slay demons as a kid,

now I seek your refuge to

destroy my inner demons..

spelling your name my god

 

as a best friend ,a brother,

I need to play with you,

in the music erupting from your flute

I wanna blend and disappear

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I am scared you know,

working like a puppet

whose strings are pulled by

elders they call themselves.

 

Why cant you hear the destitute of my heart,

where are you when I need u at most…

I nay plead for miracles,

but for strength,for I fall low..

 

you know I shriek aloud

shout you name in the canopy of my tears

thwarted hurt and lost I am,

let alone you read my heart,…

 

nay have I hurt  anyone by purpose,

but still subdued by the multitudinous

hatred others shower on me.

what is that I did Krishna?

for the world to detest me so much.

 

peace left me long aback ,

my nights infested with nightmares,

Crying out your name I live,

Jai Shri Krishna.

 

happy janmastami….happy shri krishna jayanthi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The difference between an acquaintance and a friend is skeptical and obsolete to interpret.

The most direst situation is

when we realize that the one we loved as friend was a fallback in our interpretation and was perhaps just an acquaintance.
-anagha.m

princess…not a dream anymore

 

she is no princess you

ever discerned about,

no unfurling curls,

nor golden locks descending,

down her fair shoulders.

 

She posses no complexion

of the  palest of pink,

her spindly attire ,

nay delineated to

allure any vagabond heart.

 

the descendant she isn’t

of an humongous empire,

she is no offspring with blue blood

or a silver spoon juggling on her lips.

Her soul besmirched by awning of lineage.

 

dainty ,her lashes never were

her stare don’t inundate you either

damsel in distress she never was

never deluged in ecstasy of prince charming

never did interminable gowns drape her,.

 

but she is a princess,

I adore……

her breath mixed with fire,

her stare would burn one alive

her pupils flared in glistening red

her skin outlined by hardest bronze

she is nay soft,

but the queen of her clan,

breathing the smoke of fear,

outliving the hurdles of life,

falling down a thousand times,

never crying or breaking down,

deprivation and injustice she did face

molding herself in her desolation

wandering through unpaved paths,

weathered and sunburned with unhealed scars

worn and torn she did survive

with an aura of power radiating from her traits

she is the princess

the warrior princess…

-anagha.m

 

 

 

 

happy birthday my dearest ones.

MY PRATZ…..

Words fall short,I feel blank,because I am not sure if words can provide as an apt medium to describe her.Her care affection,her character personality ,her lovely charm lurking in her voice sets her apart.My bugsie,my sister, my best friend, my best buddy who in spite of her busy schedule and work load finds time for me.Simply every second she makes me love her more.

She is an blessing the WordPress bestowed on me.She is someone I will never part with anyone.I came across her in Nitin’s blog.Thanks Nitin for being the reason who made me meet my lovely sister,We started speaking about harry potter somewhere in the deepest corner of my heart I liked her.Her poems were astounding with a mind blowing vocabulary.Her words defined her,howbeit I realized she was a million yards sweeter than any poem could express.

She is a singer,not just a mere singer,the best.Ask me who is your favorite singer?

It is my pratz.Sorry even the world’s best singer doesn’t sing half the way good as my darling sister.

A voice that makes an identity for herself.I have heard the music erupting from the cord of her throat ,melting the listeners in the bliss of her melodious tune.She works with a band,well all these are just her past time.She is an IT professional who is struggles with her hectic work schedule.She is strong hardworking,she sketches,she writes,she sings,she is a poet……

above all….she has a heart that loves.

She was one of the best thing that happened to me.She may not be my blood but she is more we are sisters by soul.

I want to be near you.

if I write….I will write forever.

I love you sister,I adore you love you.lucky and proud to be your sister…wish you a happy birthday.

LET ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE…..

YOU WILL BE ABLE TO TRAVEL ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

how about a trip to Andromeda galaxy?just to meet our milky way’s neighbor.

Let god bestow all the happiness in your life…..

I dont have anything to give you other than my prayer and love

With love

your stupid bugsie

 

KISHAN

He has my favorite god’s name.He is a lovely friend,but whenever I speak to him .I always laugh,his sarcasm is awesome.He is an amazing critic,how well he writes on politics .

A realistic,funny fellow,an book lover.

Above all an Harry potter fan(the trait I love the most in him).

speaking to him,time speeds away so fast,he is an interesting fellow….an awesome friend….wonderful he is…..

HaPpY BiRtHdAy….,,hope you find your radha…..and hope you achieve your dreams

KING OF SARCASM.

with love

your friend anagha.

A star was born on this day,

for this was called a birthday,

The trees sways with the symphony

of Mr breeze to just whisper a happy

birthday ,In this day,

the rivers play duet with

striking rocks,

the pianoforte on the sand

to play a happy birthday song.

the birds chirp with

lovely grasshoppers background score

declaring you birthday greetings.

and my heart beats

with a lub and tub

spelling you a happy birthday

-anagha…