An E-mail to God

TO: God kool_dude_bhagwan@yahoo.co.in
Subject: Seeking sum answers.

Hello God,I know you are always busy.
But if it's ok with you,
Or if u can read or write,
Or if you have a broadband connection,
And not a dial-up one,
Please Answer few of my questions.

They say our destiny is written by you,
And nothing can change it,
Then why do we pray you for better lives?
Because I think,
No one's life resembles heaven,
In that case God,
You are a bad author.

They say God help those who help themselves,
So I've always helped myself to smile,
Whenever I've cried in pain.
But I've seen that,People who do bad to us never cry,
In that case God,
God help those who are eventually bad.

God, I wonder one thing,
Do you get happy when you see a child smiling?
I guess not,
Coz you are immortal,
And immortality has no emotions.
In that case God,You are jealous of us,
And you make us die.

God, I don't think bad of you.
I just've some bad questions.
But, as people say, you are good and nice.
I hope you will reply something good.

Sender: samrat singh

Things that i'll never say

Don't ask me,
How my wounds feel when they get old,
Coz I’ve lived with 'em, not you.
Don't tell me,
That in love, Time is an intoxicating touch,
Coz I’ve healed 'em, not you.

But I want you to listen some things,
The things, I've never said.
That when wounds get old,
Memories are only toxic medicines.

So don't bother me,
Why my words don't tremble so much,
& why I never cried in front of you.
Coz, these are the things,That I’ll never show.

Don't tell me,
That you always wanted me to made,
Promises that you asked me to take.
Coz, those were the words,
That I’ll never-ever say.

But I want you to know something,
My wounds don't tremble in promises,
And my love will never cry without you.
Coz I’ve loved love, not you.

The Desire to live

If the pleasure is more in the hunt,
Than in acquisition, and
anticipitation is far more exciting,
Than fulfillment;
Then, tell me, darling,
Why we always had to seek a Culmination of desire at all ?

When our melancholy in loneliness,
Was far more rhythmic than,
Our songs of togetherness,
And our excult in jigs,
Was far more louder than,
Our screams in pain;
Then, why did we ever met
And danced together?

And if the road to zenith,
Rises from the trenches of
Failure,And the fruit to true love,
Blooms only after being in,
Despair;
Then, darling,
Why we always had a Ladder so short?

I will forget you one day

It's hard to pretend now,
That your absence is my excuse,
To live life a moment more.
Coz everyday in my life,
Presence of this deep wound,
Is my excuse to remember you some more.

But I will forget you one day.
May be that wound you gave me,
Would get more deeper,
And I would feel nothing.

It's easy to cry now,
Where tears are clueless to flow.
But don't touch them anymore,
it will only make there efforts foul.
Your memories have been deceptive in despair,
One tear, one clue to our first kiss.

But I will forget you one day.
May be tears will die till then,
And I won't have to pretend,
That your memories were just an excuse,
To dig my wound deeper everyday.

Gazal

Ok before you guyz give a mighty laugh bout this crap, Hold on. This verse was wrriten on "National Asshole Day". I don't know where i got this idea of writing sumthin in hindi,,,But whatever it was, It has turned out 2 be preety kewl....See whata u think..


Raat ki just-juin thi yahi shaam se,
Maine tumhe dhup mein intzaar karte dekha hai.

Dhop kyun saaya hamara dhundla kar deta hai,
Maine jinhe subh ki fikr karte dekha hai.

Fikr hoti hai muje har raat iss subh ki,
Maine toh patharoin ko chandini mein pigalte dekha hai.

Mat picha karo taroin ka gardish raatoin mein,
Maine unnhe chaand se raasta puuchte dekha hai.

Kya ek chadr kafi hai hasratoin ki sardi chupane ke liye ?
Maine her raat umeedoin ko barf pe jalte dekha hai.

Aaj phir raat ne tufan ko bahar ka naam diya hai,
Maine sawan mein pyaasi nadi ko bahete dekha hai.

That's my way

Tears are,

My way of telling i'm smiling.

A distinguished dream that resides,

In rainbows of eye,

Broken.

Blood is,

My way of screaming i'm alive.

A crimsion liquid that unfolds,

Secret of healed wound,

Silently.

Pain is,

My screams in smiles.

Lonely river that coalesce,

To a dry lake,

Feared.

Love is,

My way of tearing blood in pain.

Love is,

Tears of blood in pain.

We will meet

If one day we don't meet,
I'll change the very defination of love from the world.

But, I know, one day we will meet,
Perhaps on a lonely coffe table,
Or in the streets of cities,
But we will meet for sure.

For one moment,
For one silence,
We will hold our past,
And will hide our pain,
To fake a smile,
But we will meet for sure.

It wasn't you, it wasn't me,
Then what made us drink this coffe ?
No questions,
No answers,Like earlier It used to be.
You won't say, I won't hear,
We would just listen,
The silence of lonliness,
The speechs,
What all these years,
We haven't understand.
Not a tear to complaint,
Not a HI to start again,
For a min, For a hour,
But we will meet for sure.

And when that fine day we meet,
I'll change my life to be with you in next lifetime.