The Sandman chronicles

what title do i give it? Why I Write? Why Do I Write? I don’t Know! Why Do I Write? May be To Express My Self. I write the same way as I Speak. I Speak the same way as I think. So it's all direct from the heart and quite often spontaneous. I am not a master at stringing words like some of my friends who have a knack to line up words to express their feelings with the correct rhyming and all that poetry mumbo jumbo! I do wish that I could join some creative workshop and learn how to use words more appropriately, but then, I am too shy to show them my earlier written works – I am a closet writer and lyricist! So, what I felt about the partiality or sort of apartheid in the work place or society in the Middle East, especially in Dubai and Abu Dhabi where I work, I wrote down these words. I don’t have any title for these words – I can't call it a poem because a poem must have all the poem mumbo jumbo like rhyming etc. So To all those who ever read these words, if you could come up ...

Why Me? There times this Guy used to cry! Why Me? Why Me? Why does it always happen to Me? He never saw the silver lining on the cloud's edge! All he saw was gloomy, black and dark! He never had friends, For no one wanted a whiner for a friend! He never fell in love, For the girls wanted all the flowery words! he never succeeded in his endeavors, For he never thought on the positive side! One fine day, This buddy of Ours! Decided its nough for him in this Big Bad World! He tried to end his life by hanging on a rope! But then, even Death didnt want him! But by the luck of the draw, Some sense tricled into his brain! he realised self pity was the greates of all vices! He shook all his leathargy off, He stood up and moved..and has never stopped ever since! And of course, He smiled, Made friends, Fell in love (many times!!), Climbs the Career ladder at ease, ever sure of himself! folks..that guy above..was me!

The Open Door The Door is Always Open, Many Come and Go! Leaving Bits of Memories! Both Good and Bad! Sweet, Bitter Sweet and Utter Bitter Ones! The Door is Always open, There were days I wished it was Closed! Those days in Lonliness I spent, Contemplating on my Life and Doings! Wishing I could change the Past! The Door is Always Open, There were days i wished some would enter! I spent those days in lonliness, yearing for some friendly touch and talk, But none were there and i Wept in darkness! The Door is Always Open, There were days i wished i had more Doors, Then were the times i was revelling in friendship! But some left to never come back, Some slowly faded by their own doings or mine! The Door is Always Open, You are anytime welcome in Stranger! I will listen to the stories of your life, And tell you some of mine Ans sk you - Can You Be My Friend? - I wrote this little bit when i felt i was lonley, exactly to say at 2.00 pm on saturday, June, 2007.

I recently came across some poetry which is so beautiful and so sublime, I cant help but share it with you all : Absolutely Clear Don't surrender your loneliness So quickly. Let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you As few human Or even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight Has made my eyes so soft, My voice So tender, My need of God Absolutely Clear. Hafiz ********************************************** The only vision I have is your sight The only thing I follow is your light. Everyone finds his repose in sleep, Sleep from my eyes has taken flight. Hafiz ********************************************** In times of youth, drinking is better. With the joyful, linking is better. The world is a mere temporal inn; With the shipwrecked, sinking is better. Hafiz ********************************************** With fate you still hope to trade; Passage of time should make you afraid. You said no color comes after black, I said my black hair to white degrade....

My Lyrics/poems are not good ones…. I am not so adept with words like Arun (my friend whose blog contains a lot of beautiful poems - http://roonrao.blogspot.com/ ).. my lyrics/poems are quite spontaneous, I write the skeleton and add on lines here and there…bringing it to a shape that’s acceptable to me (mind it..acceptabe to me, ONLY!. I don’t care what others say!) Let’s start with a spontaneous one… let the topic be LOVE FOOL All have told that my heart is footloose! Running and bounding all over, Hoping with eternal hope that my love will come! Bound and Rebound from one to another. Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool Ever a sucker for love! Every time my heart breaks, Its back to hoping for the next one! All have told my heart is super strong! Growing strong with every ache! How could it suffer so many a heartbreak! How could it regain from the aches it suffers! Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool Ever a sucker for love! Every time my heart breaks, Its back to hoping for the next one! All...

WARNING : IF YOU ARE A MINOR -PARENTAL SUPERVISION REQUIRED TO READ OR IF YOU CONSIDER YOURSELVES IMMATURE AND KIDDISH OR STRAIGHT LACED AND ORTHODOX - DONT BOTHER TO READ THIS PARTICULAR POST - AS IT CONTAINS PROFANE LANGUAGE. TRAINING DAY Lend me your Hand, I will make it wield a bloody scalp! Lend me your Feet, I will make them trample on the weak! Lend me your Mouth, I will form it to spout blasphemy! This is the Training Day! Welcome to the Production Bay! You are part of the Processed Goods, Getting Punched into Existence, Moulded in lots like Disposable Cups!! Lend me your Being, Let me strip off everything Positive! Lend me your heart, I will fill it to the brim with Bile! Lend me your tongue, I will fork it like a snake’s! This is the Training Day!………… ………………Moulded in lots like Disposable Cups!! Lend Me your Friends, I will transform them into Fiends! Lend me your Family, I will turn them into your Bother’s keepers! Let me your Wife, I will make her the Whore of the World! Th...