Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The real deal

this glass shattering experience

I came, I broke you apart.
you forgot, you were not meant to be
a glass, tall, beautiful, wine glass
so yes, i broke you apart
but the reason I'm Back
is cos you are the flexibility
the deal, the diamond
though rough edged
but well brushed
aware, knowledgeable
You now
are the real deal.

Monday, February 8, 2010

In reply to Digzer's Potential Love

wow, found you
just for what you think
to spread the love
to make the love
to grow the love

only, just only
under my smile
is the desire
that you will meet
all my desires

so yes smile on
cos thats what am looking for
when i look at you
I die with longing
cos in my heart of hearts
i want you so bad

only so only if
todays desire
will not turn out
my tommorows anathema
thanks Digzer for coming my way

wicked imagination

i bit my lip
just thinking
what an opportunity it would have been
to bite yours
but then
it was all in my
wicked imagination

both of we

but why?
why cant you be?
just like i thought you'd be?

why did you change?
i met different person in you?
now you are completely grey

ahh...now I see
both we are chasing
after so much wind
and failed to see
the tsunami of changes
effected on both of we

Saturday, February 6, 2010

career or stand?

A young Banker purchased a Cycle
Cycle was a beauty
Didn’t has a carrier at the back
He sent his brother to get it fixed
When the cycle came back with carrier fitted
Bank representative noted that
Now stand was missing
He went to cycle dealer
Asked him why stand have been removed?
He told ,
You are working in a Bank
You will get one thing.
Carrier OR stand
IF you will take stand than don't talk about carrier.
IF you want to make career than do not take Stand.

Monday, February 1, 2010


Author Unknown
(Though possibly written by either the worst sinner or
the most thankful person in heaven, or both!)
picked from here

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp--
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.

'And why is everyone so quiet,
So somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you..'


Remember...Just going to church doesn't make you a
Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.

Every saint has a PAST...
Every sinner has a FUTURE!
Now it's your turn... Share this poem.