Rejection Phobia - A Typical Male Syndrome

Blind dates, long distance affairs, telephonic relations, pen friends, childhood crushes and a typical male behind them all! Everyone is unique, every man is different. Yet, the fear of rejection always lurks like an inevitable shadow around an urban man. So, let’s find out more about this typical male syndrome.

Ex Girlfriends, Ghosts and That Secret Potion of Desire

Sweet melodies of yesteryears often soothe his soul. Confused past, hazy memoirs and long drives in his father’s old gypsy illuminates his apartment. The shadows of his ex girlfriends keep haunting him. Those larger than life greeting cards, those soft toys, those bracelets, those watches, those letters are locked inside his closet. Time changes, feelings evolve, old friends reunites. The air never remains the same.

How to Tweet Like Jim Morrison

Microblogging! The new addition to the content hungry universe is making everyone bit crazy. Some people are investing hefty sum of money to gain followers, some folks tweeting extra sensible quotes, some individuals trying to be little humorous, the celebrities gaining millions of followers overnight and some people are still dazed. They retweet, copy paste some old quotations, sometimes news and views and most of the times they just keep gazing at the time line without having any words to write.

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Winter Loneliness - Why Loneliness is Ecstatic?

The music of David Gilmour (On an Island) is creating a dreamlike ambience; the loner is busy writing his chronicle in his studio apartment, he is capturing the ecstasy of being lonely in an overcrowded city. He is mutely inhaling the drifting joy and the lingering silence, he is growing from within, he is catching the stars, and he is alive…

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Saturday, February 24, 2007

Undaunted Peace….

Difficult moments, tough times and a confused me.
Waiting for my words to gallop through the aisles!!!
To swim through the vast ocean
Above the black sky…
Struggling through the cobwebs of reality
It will make its way through concealed barriers
Roses will grow in my buried pain…
Kisses will fly like those humming birds
And sunshine will lounge in my gloomy heart!!!
Oh pain!!!Will soon leave me…
Smiles will comfort me
My loved ones will cuddle me…
I want to fly, give me some wings…
I want the darkness to fade …
Peace to settle down…
All my sufferings to calm down
Cravings continues, desires at galore
And dreams are displeased…
Give me a reason to smile
Or show me the road to serenity,
Where I will find those
undaunted peace till eternity!!!


Waiting for God!


I am waiting, waiting, still waiting

My dreams are floating...

Eyes are wet...a deep pain inside suddenly

Unexpected gulp of sorrows is raising my agony

Oh pain! It’s all mine...


Now life seems to be a void...

Every gaze gives me shiver in my veins...

I am falling from my dream throne...

My psyche seems distorted...

Realities talking to me face to face

It’s cursing my very existence.


Still I am strong outside...

I can’t reveal my weakness

How can I tell my loved ones about my fall?

They will break into pieces

I am waiting for that last stab hooked on my chest

I want to feel those unseen blood

Rolling out of my eyes...

Still life seems to go on

No matter I am there or not!

But my sinking boat will reach the shores

Sunshine will glorify my existence...

I am going to rise again and again from my ashes

Till the time, my words accompany me...

I am waiting to see my fall...

I am waiting for God.




Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Valentine Song

The air is filled with pink haze
So is my heart…
The starry sky beckons
She smiles with glee
She walks holding my hands
Stillness touches us
And an eternal joy evolves
When our souls meet
And our desires fulfilled
We are transported to heaven.



The wind rushes, the cross falls
I am left alone… gazing
Miss Jane D’Souza...
And a black rose in her hand
The starry sky turns black
When my tears touches her soul....


Our joy ends here
I am left gazing with those memories of yesteryears
How can I say her?
"Don’t visit my coffin next year”

Our Valentine Song ends here...