Electric Loneliness

Love that bellows in the hearts of a boy and a girl,
The selfless feelings of being together-
Walking hand in hand,
Pangs of getting caught;
Becomes so selfish when we grow up.
Black and white,
Beauty and pride;
Every relationship dwells in a mystery.
Those days of blind dates,
Love at first sight in a coffee bar,
Now or never situation;
Should I approach or not?
Stalking her to find her home,
Trying to find a point of contact.
Has all come down to facebook.
Now in a coffee shop, I see
People busy on virtual network,
Sms and social networking;
A friend request and two options-
Accept or reject!
Relationship status changed when they have hardly met,
It rarely lasts I bet.
Memories are all we clutch on-
Memories are never made virtually.
The power of a touch and the warmth of a hug
Has changed into a click and a like
The smell of roses are no more
Nor is there the essence of a nice perfume.
What is left are fake promises,
Troubled sleep and an eternal electric loneliness.

The Girl with the Ballerina Tattoo

I never really met her,

Though I have been with her once or twice;

Sometimes stunning, sometimes badass-

And sometimes really nice.

Hip hop here,

And rapping there-

Lonely, she is never;

Hold your breadth,

She's upset-

But she's goddamn clever.

Lost in her thoughts,

With bitter pain in her heart;

She broke many barriers-

She is really smart, world's apart.

Head held high,

Lively with bliss-

Waiting for her Waking Kiss;

Friends forever,

A mind in peace-

A girl with no broken promise.

When somebody asks me about her,

I look up, stare and say, "Its true

She's my friend and I am proud to say

She's the girl,

               The Girl with the Ballerina Tattoo.

         

            The Cupcake Lady

I was standing in the food court of our fest,

Hungry, tired after moving with the beats for quite some time.

Eyes hovering over all the Mughlai, Chinese, Pizza and Ice Cream stalls-

But then my gaze stopped on a corner,

Two beauties standing side by side,

One chocolate and the other strawberry delight;

One cooking and the other marking the price,

I was stunned, couldn't move my eyes.

Slow strides, confusion at its best,

Left to luck, all the rest;

"Are you the one who bake?

And may I have one of your beautiful Chocolate Cupcake?"

"They are home baked and one won't suffice."

Two amazing Girls on the rise.

One bite, two bite and three-

I was shaken to my knee.

Wow! The molten chocolate and the soft cake,

I devoured it without a break.

I looked up and she smiled,

"Wonderful! One more if you don't mind!"

I ate two, three, four-

It was about time to close the door;

What can be better than a tasty cupcake

Served by a beautiful lady,

Your whole world is at stake-

And you seem to be determined and steady.

Four, five, six rounds of applause

Until it seemed clichéd and gross.

I am still dreaming now, like I was then,

I was never and never will be ready-

Because this is one of those rare moments, When

I was actually blown away by the Cupcake Lady.