I am an admirer of beauty. I fall in love everyday. Whether it is the sight of the invisible wind flowing rhythmically in the streets of desire, or whether it is the sun bidding its farewell for the day as it slips under the blanket of the night to rest.
I am a lover and a staunch follower of Bollywood. It is not just watching movies which I love, but it is commenting about them, reviewing them and talking about them.
I strongly believe that the strongest religion in the world is humanity. Before one is a Sikh, Hindu, Muslim or of any other faith, they are a human.
I hate any person who uses religion as a bait to create differences between people.
I am the long lost lover that no one knows about.
I search the streets for my beloved not knowing what she looks like.
In my memory there is no picture of her,
Is this because I did not care about her beauty?
Even if she walked past me, I would not be able to recognise her,
Is this because my love for her was a mirage?
Even if she came up to me and said I am your beloved, I would not believe her.
Is this because she had betrayed me?
Was she beautiful?
Was our love forever true?
Was she the embodiment of faithfulness?
I am the long lost lover that no one knows about.
I search the streets for my beloved not knowing
that she does not search for me.
. My First Love - Martial Arts
But I ended up marrying someone else...
My Wife - Writing
Despite the bondage of marriage, I had an outside relationship
My Mistress - Music
My wife gave me love, my mistress fulfilled my lust but still my life yearned for someone...
My Soulmate - Poetry