My Quotes

“Life is just like a wishing well, you can throw all your coins inside only to realize you don’t have any more money to buy next lunch”

Family is a way to stop you from reaching your most deep desired destination

Love is underrated, it can make a saint out of a sinner, a devil out of a dinner, and a man out of a miser

Women are women, and that’s how it is……

Make a wish to kill all wish

Tie a rope to break the illusionary hope

Addiction of life is an addictive dope

End of a rainbow, or the end of a rope

The mantra to success is “If you can’t do it, just fake it” But people don’t say it :)

My point specifically is, life is not about making points, it all about memories and I am a hypocrite

At the end, everyone dies alone

I love you, was the biggest lie I told  myself

When you are in Rome, try burning it down

An idea is a seed to development, and development is a seed to destruction and a destruction is a necessity for any creation

A fish breath’s water and drinks air and makes everything look prettier

Where ever you are, I don’t care, my hatred does

Are devils really real, asked Satan to the Gods, to which she smiled and said “I was just kidding?”

My ex girl friend is a bitch, does that mean I am dog?

When love is a chain, fear seems a better option

I want to sleep, forever

Waking up was so much fun, now it’s a bad joke

No one gets left behind, says the one who left first

A Glass half-filled or half empty is boring

Singly Malt is my thing

Salary is like an orgasm, makes you feel better for an instant and then vanishes away

 “Love is immortal” So says the mortals

Life is a scary bag of bat shit crazy surprises and the last thing you will find there is a chocolate…..

A dream is just an entertainment for us while we sleep…

A passion for us when we are awake

And a burden for us when the dreamers are dead

Broken mirror ……..cluttered image……and a raptured heart….you can’t amend

She was crazy that was her excuse

He was lazy, that was her excuse as well

PROMISES

To Kurt

People come and people go

Promised made to and fro

Holding on to promised untold

Unaware of what will unfold

Deep inside you know it’s a lie

Coated with colored sugary dye

Expectations can make you cry

Does it holds true if my eyes are dry?

A Moment and a breath to hold forever

Was it true or a cloying favor

And the care that came as a package

Seems now, more like a baggage

Does it matter if one of them care?

As long as it’s not a two sided affair

Promises made are awfully vulnerable

That’s what makes them so valuable

                                                                                                                         ~~~~~~~~~~Roby

The Game of Card

To Kurt

A spade is a spade

Empathy is a threat

Left him to his fate

Money was really not that great

Come inside,

Let us all hide

In darkness she cried

Spiraling gap from where they spied

Darkness and tether

The void and the ether

Masking the unmasked to make us feel better

How come the sweet life taste bitter

A diamond is bright

The Red heart can fight

Whereas the clubs are the world’s blight

Spade and its might

Meaning is meaningless

Feelings and its emptiness

Looking for empathy

Ohh the profanity

                                                                ~~~~ Roby

The Moon and the wolf

To Kurt

That lone wolf, out-caste, ravaged and savaged, yet always on the prowl

Survival is all he knew, lonely and angry, ready for a fight, yet accepted his fate when the world played foul

Crazed, driven insane by solitude, yet engrossed to enhance his fortitude

Didn’t wanted favors and never expected love or gratitude

He spend each day trying to make a point

Fulfilling his lust through his hunt

Satisfying hunger was just an excuse,

To risk it all for a moment’s thrill, was where his passion burnt

The Scars in his face and flesh, you can see

The scars in his heart and mind needed empathy

Rage ravaged him out of his affection and desire

Unaware of his own passion and fire

The dark nights were easier for him

The shrouded sky masked his feeling

Illusionary fangs to make him look mean

To feel a hint of feeling was like a greasy dream

The full moon

was a different avenue altogether

The wolf admired the moon,

even though she was from a higher order

The lone wolf at times, would step out of the darkness in awe

The silvery light from her, would made his coldness thaw

She was the queen of the night, whom everyone desire

Yet, none of them desired her with his intensity or fire

Yet he knew, that a queen deserves a king

His outcaste blood was not her thing

Still he howled at the full moon often with an unending longing

An un-promised dark unfulfilled desire that made him cry and sing

They were of different places

They were from different races,

He was from the lowest moist dense place of sorrow

She was the fair ruler of the far off night sky, whom he can only follow

                                                                                                                                                                ~~~Roby

The Wanderer

To Kurt

                As the cold wind swipes my face

                And the gale raise high and dances

                As the morning sun plays hide and seek

                And the rain dampens all your spirits meek

               

                I, the lone wolf, is always on the move

                And I don’t have anything to prove

                Never to stay in one place twice

                Never to pay that ultimate Price

                You make noise and clamor

                With your small glorified travel for praise and glamour

                But have you tasted the salt of a rain

                Have you ever strained your ears to the winds song of pain?

                We often cross each other in the highway

                To the onlookers we look same on any given day

                But, don’t let it fool your own self

                Unlike you all, to know myself, I don’t need help

                We tread the same road but different path

                Your invisible chain will bring you back to your berth

                While the rain, the sun, the wind and fogs are my constant friend

                You keep you visor down, complaining you try to blend

                But, I don’t have a shackle of gold to hold my wings

                Neither do I have a golden wings

                I broke those bonds quite some ages back

                And wander across the world, riding my dreams

                                                                                                                                Roby