First Love - DAD

Too late we realize

That the first man

You really fell in love

Is your dad.

And that is the reason,

Each time you fall in love with a man,

You feel its never true

That's when you understand....

There'll be no one as your dad

EVER !!!

Childhood Painted with Dreams

The night sky looks

like my childhood,

like it was painted with my dreams.

So beautiful,

It's like Van Gogh's sky is singing tonight,

a love song.

The finest dance by molecules,

between a flagellating tongue

and a quaking ear drum.

A love song, the finest tune

played by life on the strings

of the universe.

This Generation

Heartbreaks in the night,
Fake smile in the morning to rescue,
from the melancholy of life.

Learned to cry without tears.
Love without feelings.
Broken hearts seeking for lots of attention.

Loyalty scoffed,
One who fights for a relationship are ridiculed,
Nobody believes in True Love anymore.

People who drown in the pool of loneliness,
at the end of a long party night.

Work for weekends,
Save money for wild nights & alcohol
To flee from things they cant escape from.

Ignore real people in front,
And yearn for attention of strangers.

A generation,
Where everyone knows the truth,
Ignores the truth,
Still complain of not finding it at all.