So..finally Niraj wrote a poem. No, no, it wasn't the first time he did so..but then this is the first time for all record purposes. At the same time, at back of his mind comes few words..."they say I meddle and I meddle into everything...". Could it be the starting line of his first real poem ? Only God (oops!) knows....
Anyway, here he goes...(Dedicated to her)

I am waiting...
waiting for a dot of vermillion,
to appear on her forehead..
and no, it won't be my hand..
which make that blessed dot.

The red of vermillion
will redden her face...or will she blush..
no..no..will I blush?
will I blush from my Shame.
Shame 'cause I will be the one,
who failed her
and one, who wouldn't bare his soul to her..

The red of vermillion
will remind me of my red dreams..
red with passion..red with romance...
and red with red "the stop sign".
stop, so as to save my soul from the shame
'cause it's naked
it's naked in the harem of world
where eveyone is bathing.....naked
and none of them are aware of this...
And I am such an ingorant..
who knows that he doesn't know
that he's naked....

The red of vermillion,
will remind me of the blood...
Blood that stains the bedsheet on that night.
...on that night of bliss.
Wish I could own the bedsheet, which you stained.
Wish I could....

[what a rot this guy is turning out to be!!!]