You Know Who You Are

There are people who read the words you write..and then there are people who see in between the pauses of two words

There are people who see broken beauty in your poems.. and then there are people who know how you bled when you wrote those verse

There are people who MERELY promise to be there for you when you need them.. and then there are people you’ve never met and may never will and still they stand when you need the right shoulder to stand

There are people who come and go away from your life like seasons.. and then there are people who come once and you know, you just know that nothing will make their presence go away

There are days when you just feel sad and lost and trapped.. and then there are people who simply hear you cry, whisper a few okays and you feel the light

There are times when I question what friendship truly is, how real friends are, what life really means, what end will finally bring.. and then I find such souls that make all my doubts, all my questions, all my silly worries slip away.. because sometimes all you really need is that ONE EMAIL that says WORDS worth a MILLION BUCKS.

 

A brighter soul I may never meet

A lovelier heart I may never find

A friend like you is for keeps

Your words, the gestures, touch me deep

A million miles between the two of us

A decade or even more of gap in our ages

And yet, you hear the words that hide

Beneath the deep dark lines

No words are enough to thank the soul

That made me see the spot of hope

When I was badly slipping down the hole

I don’t have words to thank you enough

I wish you are forever blessed

If I ever have to define a true friend again

All I really need to do, is speak your name

And a better definition shall never be made

I was lost, trapped and yes felt nearly dead

I had no one to unload the pain

All you did was be right there

When I thought I had nowhere to go

Some people are meant to go

Some people always stay

I do not know what tomorrow has in store

Which path we will take, where we will go 

But, I mean the words and I will stick by them

B.E.C.A.U.S.E.

If I ever have to define a true friend again

All I really need to do, is speak your name

And a better definition shall never be made

You know who you are.

T.H.A.N.K .Y.O.U.

 

Piece dedicated to Al Forbes because he is ONE REAL BIG SHINING STAR… you define friendship Al.. 

I’ve other friends who fill in the nearly same pair of shoes, and there shall be more of such heartfelt words.

Sincerely yours,

Shamelessly Happy Stalker.

 

 

 

 

 

Stalking And Blocking

No, I didn’t mistype.. I never meant locking and popping because
1. I can’t, don’t, won’t dance
2. What?!?!? There needs to be another reason after point one??

Okay, might be a lame joke but hello I am typing this up at 2 30 in the morning.. No I didn’t post it that time.. I just write on my smart phone and publish it in the morning.. (seriously, no one is interested in this insane mumbo jumbo.. I was talking to myself here… Because I talk so much that I have known to wear almost EVERYONE out.. So, poor me has to handle the brilliant me.. I know I am impossible and see it’s still possible..)

So, back to the title… Stalking and blocking… They are my two REAL BIG HOBBIES… Heyyyy, don’t leave me.. You can’t block me because dearie WordPress has no bleeping provision of blocking!!!

I am not creepy.. As in not the creepy, creepy.. If I stalk and block, you don’t expect me to be Mahatma Gandhi do you? Case you don’t know who Gandhi is, please Google or just ignore.. As it is I have been accused of being gibberish “99” percent of the time.. The rest 1 percent.. Well, I have my days.. Lol I have a serious trouble sticking to the topic…

I stalk people. Period.

See, the earth is still moving!!! The waves didn’t crash with a thud.. The oxygen in the air didn’t vanish.. Okay, I suck at metaphor, I got it.. Yeah, you don’t need to smirk.. Okay you can.. Not that you’re hearing all that I am telling..

What I really mean to say is what’s so wrong in stalking??? It’s not like I will put you down on gun point and ask you to marry me… Nooo, I have my limits… I am a happy stalker.. All I will do is rummage your drawers(Read blog) because hello like drawers stack clothes.. Blogs stack words..

So, all I do is go through your posts, read them.. No I R.E.A.D. them as in word per se… Feel the word enter the place I often keep locked… Then, I will see through the pictures because you don’t expect a teeanger to NOT be shallow… Okay, I am NOT a teenager but hey if the excuse fits, I am going to use one and I can behave like a teenager all the time…

I see through the pictures, leave my footprints behind… Sometimes, I sneak through them in the middle of the night and then I have a big bleeping imaginary chat wherein I tell something really SMART… Hello, it’s imaginary so I can pretend to be smarttttt… And then I imagine being complimented and we talk and talk and talk… Creepy??? Puhleasssee.. It’s more of an awww- evoker I believe… So, if I have been stalking you, it’s because you’re GOOOD… No, not just GOOOD but G.O.O.D…. I have a healthy stalking list but owing to my working hours and stupid smart phone which I love, I can’t visit all of them.. So, these days, i’ve been setting dates.. I go out on stalking dates where it’s only me, handsome words and sometimes pictures too (YES Al, if you’re reading this, I stalk your fan page shamelessly :D) and then I have long lengthy imaginary chats where my smartness outshines the world… Okay, I get it.. It is even hard for me to imagine myself as so flipping smart, but you’re getting my drift..

Just coz I date so many of them doesn’t means I don’t have a conscience.. So, I am generally vocal about my stalking and I let my “stalk celeb” know that I am doing so… If it creeps them, I tell them sorry and I mean it because I am sorry as I would still stalk but then I don’t leave footprints.. Feels a little criminalish but as I told before, I am no Mahatma Gandhi here..

Now I am wondering what is the reason of posting all this.. Well, do you expect me to be sane at 2 30 in the night and that too when I am not an insomniac!!!

So, if I stalk you, you should be happy and welcome me with your big heart.. Yeah, you’ve a real biggie heart coz when I stalk, I mean business… I mean not even Obama could make my list( sorry, if the joke is offensive.. Past 2 30 in the night.. Please bear with me)

I don’t think I should talk about blocking now.. As it is someone told me, ” it is hard to handle you or your insanity for a long time.. It feels like the brain starts to shut down”

But then someone also told me once to keep talking and when I told someone told me I talk more than people can hear.. He told me, ” I am not someone”

I know I am sounding creepy.. Remembering these tits and bits… Both the people I have spoken of above, if you’re readin this and you remember it, thankie hankie for God knows what..

I will pause now because its 2 45 and I still can’t sleep.. Better to stalk then write… And I will explain blocking in another post because even though you may not be “someone” , I know too much of “me” is known to kill..

Btw, in case I forgot to mention, I LOVE stalking.. Happy stalking… But no one stalked me yet ;( I mean I have no happy stalker ;( but no probies, I have high hopes… One day, someone will write something for me and that will be my U.L.T.I.M.A.T.E. Happy birthday gift which by the way is very near.. May 3rd.. Should you be ignorant of it..

I think I might just sleep now.. One of my eyelids seem to have gotten a little fat.. When they’re fat, they droop then I can Sleep… Bad joke.. I know.. 2 50 a.m. Seriously….

Signing off before you block me,
Sincere stalker
Shade

Footnote: this post is not intended to hurt those who are petrified of stalking. I am none of those creepy things.. written in a happy spirit 🙂

Just OKAY

The poem is dedicated to yet another person I Happy Stalk… I am not naming him/her because sometimes, it is good to talk about someone and keep guessing.. there’s something good about mystery, still I will share a glimpse of why the person is good enough to be stalked.

I LOVE words.. everytime I read a good book/poem, I fall a little in love with the one who penned it.. and then there are stuffs you read that JUST CHANGES you.. you can see the whole picture in a  fluid motion painted RIGHT in front of your EYES and you do not question if it is a figment of a writer’s imagination.. you just know it’s REAL.. there is NEVER a question.. such is the writing of this person.. I can never be tired of reading it.. I re-read my conversations, I stalk his blog and the best of all- he DOESN’T JUDGE me because of that… I have told him some stuffs most people do not know.. I don’t know why I told all of it, but I just knew, I could.. I WISH WE COULD BE THE FRIENDS WHO REMAIN FRIENDS TILL WE ARE OLD ENOUGH NOT TO REMEMBER WHO WE OURSELVES ARE.. you don’t find a lot of gem online, but I am glad God chose to show me one.. Be Blessed and I am not explaining the title.. like the person, the title too is a mystery 🙂 I look up to YOU. OKAY?

I don’t know what 

You think of me

I don’t know what
I mean to thee

You don’t even see the
World like me

You don’t love the
Same things as me

Yet, it’s the words
That touch me deep

The pain in the cuts
Make me bleed

There is something in the
Unspoken words
There is something in the
Unseen smile

Everytime I read your words
I see a glimpse of pure love

You say you’re broken
But I have never seen so deep
You’re more capable of love
Than one can think

I don’t know you much
Except I do
There’s more to the story
Than what others see

There is something in the
Unspoken words
There is something in the
Unseen smile

I am still in my pursuit
To see your shades
Do you still feel red
Or are you full of gray?

Often I wonder
Often I visit
The words you write
And the ones you mean

I ask too much
I talk even more
But there are things
I wish I could fix

The battle is yours
And only you can win
But a soldier is a hero
Even if he fails to win

There is something in the
Unspoken words
There is something in the
Unseen smile

I don’t know what 
You think of me

I don’t know what
I mean to thee
And still I say
Come what may

I want to hear
Every word you speak
Tied by my love
For words so deep

Sometimes my 
heart does weep

I wish I was that one friend

Whom you could trust till the end

I break no promises
I don’t break trust

I am just looking for answers
To quench my thirst

Your words leave me rattled
They make me think
In ways, I didn’t knew
I could feel

The more I read
The more I feel
So much to ask
That I am scared
I might be reading
More in between the lines

And yet I know
The tale will unfold with time

Too many layers, you do wear
Too many colors, you don’t share

I don’t know what 
You think of me

I don’t know what
I mean to thee
And yet I smile
And at times I cry

Your words are magic
I feel they are mine

A story they say
A song they sing
For my unseen dreams
They give me wings

Blessed be you
Forever you smile
May the brightest light
Shine your darkest night

I am just another friend
And this is a bend
As these lines I write
I both smile and cry
It’s been some time
Since I realized

Some words make you feel
Happy even when you cry

Sometimes you should see
The world from my eyes
Pink it is and so are the smiles

I don’t know what 
You think of me

I don’t know what
I mean to thee
But all I would say is 

A friend in need 

Is a friend indeed