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As said by Frank Zappa... “You can't be a real country unless you have a beer and an airline - it helps if you have some kind of a football team, or some nuclear weapons, but at the very least you need a beer” ... and me just leaving for a country that oozes with it :) ... Last/Late (IN) Goodbyes to nears/dears... take good care of thyself ...Keep in touch ...Smile on!

Cupid Conspiracy...

There it goes again, shooting arrows into beings unknown
With what just struck, mesmerized remain the souls in town
The perplexed Minds start to wonder, questioning the cause
Is it part of some Mystical Destiny or just remorse?

Cupids, in all their grandeur, wonder how they do it all
Whether they go about, differentiating the similarities found
Or just give the existing differences, a matching call
One may never know, maybe it’s both or the other way round

When the arrow pierces, the cherubic feeling spreads its wings
No amount of preparation is adequate for the pain and the joy it brings
Springs up within, a fear of never knowing till when it might last
Fight it or Leave it all, decide on the part to be played in cupid’s cast

Enigma engulfs the senses in ecstasy as an upshot of cupid’s dart
The path might never be as glib as it appeared at the consented start
Steps taken forward and apprehensions about the intricacy arise
Amidst all the phobias, does the force exist, to face any surprise?

The feeling, it can be joy on the outside, but pain concealed inside
Or on the face, the tears & smiles at the same instant, try and confide
Inspiring to know, it can breakdown and rule any obdurate pride
Begin believing in principles and beliefs, earlier personally defied

Times roll on getting weird by the minute, things don’t seem to be sane
Emotions get mixed up… Pain feels like joy and joy, some kind of pain
Even if in a place like paradise, keep staring out of the windowpane
Feel warm in the rain and lonely in a crowd, it’s never easy to explain

Strange senses awaken; start to hear words spoken through silence
Everything seems different… it’s all part of the experience
Can one live without it or is it worth to die for, which of it is true?
Million dollar questions, each being has to answer, when time is due

The Unfortunate truth remains… no one can clap with just one hand
Unknown past or known futures… just turn the hourglass of sand
Confronting challenges with a hope of the blissful peace and intimacy
Whatever said and done, play well thy role… in The Cupid Conspiracy

Cheers,

The Johny

"It is Incompletely Complete and Completely Incomplete"

In thy absence...

Barren lands, bald trees, murky waters… is all that is seen

You left and along with you… went all the glee, wiped out clean

Things have turned gloomy and troubles are running free

Without you, I am unable to be the one I used to be

Up in the sky… the stars don’t seem so bright

The moon is in hiding… there’s darkness all night

The sun… in your absence, feels shining is not right

Trees bow down to a breeze with no vigor left to fight

The chirping of birds does not feel so sweet

The smiles of children, seems to be incomplete

Looking around, a distinct emptiness fills the air

Weird thoughts creep up, cornered in a haunting lair

Tears flow down the cheek, reminiscing the past

The ship of life seems to have a broken mast

The spirits that keep things lively, have lost their essence

Reality seems to have lost its grandeur … in thy absence

Cheers,

The Johny

Dulcet Perfidy

On a path of smiles and tears, hatred and love… life treads on
Look around and realize that the trusted allies are long gone
Left for dead, with oozing sores, a cursing fate… an eternity forlorn
All words and promises, once filled with faith… now remain torn

Walk along the path of life, shaking hands and making acquaintances
Socializing, unaware of the hidden treasures or nuisances
Look around, understand motives and start maintaining distances
Sometimes just get stuck in between and there come the fences

Then there arises the fear, a known Stranger makes its way
You send an invite for a grand welcome, your feelings sent astray
Then you walk away, leaving the known Stranger for its sins, to pay
Why did you do so? Only you can answer in the games that you play

Pull along the Stranger into confidence, a life being destroyed
A connive of treachery is what everyone seems to have employed
Stabs on the back, piercing quite deep… scars the other side
Bleeds the heart… never regretting what thy sweet perfidy conspired

Cheers,

The Johny

Desolate solace

Years go by and still at the start of the race, run many a times

Wondering about all things that went right and those that went astray

What has it built within and all that it has destroyed along the path

Mesmerized between love and lust, yet forlorn in acceptance

An elated feeling of altruism circles down to selfish annihilation

Creativity lost into experience and in search of excellence by rebirth

Reputations ruined amidst the turmoil of affairs of state

Look behind at choicest memories of those well cherished ones

Now only frames remain with their portraits reduced to ashes

Rendezvous of past ghosts with the lifelessness of the present

Concealed feelings that never die out, no matter what effort

Resolutions of a resurgence resulting in worse elucidation

Nursing inflicted wounds with bandages that give no reparation

Stuck on the edge... questioning the pains and the gains

A real act or an act of reality... twisted over perceptions

Gazing into the future of giving up on improbable promises

Words no longer remain in the boundaries of conviction

Actions remain to deceive the eyes and a bewitched heart

In glory all that is left behind is a stab into this desolate solace!

Cheers,

The Johny