Expresso!

 Love is a flaw If you look at every naked human closely. You will find the flaws, the shapes that are distorted here and there, a little or too much compared to a Victoria’s secret model or a playboy magazine hunk. However, that flaw or distortion is the exact thing that you fall in love with. That is how only your beloved can look like. This becomes the void when love fails. When a relationship fails, we tend to look for a better relation, a better person, better everything. At times nothing is satisfaction, because deep down what we want is the exact flaw that we fell in love with. The urge to see only that distortion of the soul, it is when ego takes over our own brain, to not accept anything new. Which is where future looks doubtful and scary. Self-confidence is crushed by doubts of not being able to love someone again. It is not a bad thing, it is a lesson that we learn as we grow. Embrace the fact that we know how to love someone with a flaw. No one is devoid of it. Loving...

It all wants to rush out Breaking the flesh and cracking the bones Like a hurricane of fury, Creating anhillations as far as i can see Burning it down and turning to ashes Until you come to fuel it more The more u come close, the more i oppose With a feeling bigger than rage and fury Yet you come closer and closer with signs of passion and deminishing fear Until u touch the inner most core , that burns with rage and lava like ardour As i feel the deepest touch, covering warmth and the calming peace I shrink my rage inch by inch, pushing back a little now and then. Finally succumb to the eternal wholeness Accepting a force greater than mine, a conquer ..a defeat yet so loving Slowly steadily i look up to his face to find the eyes that reflected my grace I agree to bow and present myself, in hands of the one who calmed my storm, my rage. The warrior in me gave in to the warrior in him.

A boys mind:   Failing is bad and there should be a penalty or a punishment for failing. Bangalore University has NASA rules; a student failing in odd semester can write the paper in the next odd semester. Same goes with the even. But did you ever think who suffers? When I appeared for my 4 th semester exams, the results displayed absent for two of my papers. I went to the university to check what happened. And guess what? My exam papers were missing. I accepted it as university’s inefficiency and my bad luck. Carrying two arrears I went on to final year. Having written my 6 th sem and 4 th sem exams I waited for results. I am not a very bright student although I tried hard to get through. I failed in one of my 4 th sem papers again. Here, let me tell you what my punishment is. It is worse than stealing or carrying narcotics. I have to wait one whole year to appear for one paper. My girlfriend passed out, my sister has to get admission into engineering this year and my fa...

The Girl inside Someone told me there is a little girl inside me. Since then I tried hard to figure which is the little girl that is inside and which is the big girl that is outside as a cover. I went into a dilemma if it was a good thing or a bad. Failing to figure it out I dropped the self questioning until yesterday. On the way home from office yesterday, I booked a new bike. I was planning for a bike for over a month. When I got home I told Chuck about it. You may assume Chuck to be anybody. At first he congratulated me, later when I asked him to come with me the next week for the bike's delivery, he denied. I understood. It was the 'I' factor. Rather than questioning him right then, like I would have done normally, I simply kept quite. An hour later I asked him about dinner, on which he got a little irritated. Although I ordered Chinese and got over with it. Now, it was bed time, its been a while we dint make love. I went closer to him to and slowly slipped my hand...

When words flow| It is Saturday morning today, I am sitting alone in my office. Most of my mates are late or on leave for we attended our managers b'day last night. I am staring at my workstation, yet unaware of what's happening on it. I can rather hear a pigeon cooing, sounds like gargling to me. A constant ramming of a small hammer on nail, probably a carpenter. A loud auto-rickshaw, probably emitting black smoke.  I can hear the crisp flips of newspaper pages, my office assistant. The voices so distinct coming into my ears, pausing my days work. Everything around me sounds so rhythmic yet melancholic. Oh my! Why? Am I sad?. or Why am I sad? There is a pain though nothing happened. A loneliness though everyone's around. It happens to me, I know,at times. Its unknown, I miss him. Whom? I don't know.  Its unknown. But this is familiar. This is when i let it flow. This is when i write'.