it does not matter whether u come across a comma or a period
if it is not known what to accept and what to avoid
Nothing did i want and nothing have i lost
but still why am i so lost,so silent
May be i loved the just the little journey so much
unluckily mistakened to be a destination and mistakenly leaving me in a lurch
and the night does not seem to die
and also men dont seem to cry
still the dawn of life dawns over the choosen death
and men hide their tears and follow the unknown path
even silence does talk and thoughts do walk
but indifference stands like a rock and just does mock
for silence is not anywhere near indifference
it fails to act ,but feels the eyes that it sees.
But then if midnight is the mother of every beautiful morning
then ofcourse nothing can be saddening and nothing can be frightening
it does not matter whether u come across a comma or a period
if it is not known what to accept and what to avoid
Height of e-duality
It's easy to forget failure but not hurt
and between happiness and pain, does life alternate
i's shot when i was at my sincere best
when i wanted the freedom back i myself lost
i was wrong that i did expect
as i wanted to rediscover my space, at the most
naive was i, i have to admit
then the warmth i had felt was an illusion but
Thank god!!it's not bout hate but hurt
and the prayers and secret promises guarded a lot
else the blazing fire would have burnt
reducing me into ashes and everything that's a part
Luckily what does not change is past,a dead dry fact
and the river full of iife,it could not obstruct
Now that everything i have blurted out
i ve to complete it else ll be called an opportunist
never had i ever thought
hurt can also lead to fulfilment
what lovely is a heart without any hurt
what beautiful is a moon without the blackspot
if this little hurt can make my dead words live
and make me more compassionate and live
i would undergo many like this
and more eagerly thinking of this as bliss
but it's easy to forget failure but not hurt
and between happiness and pain, does life alternate
Cribbing at its emotional,rhythmical,boring,monotonous best!!! ha ha ha !!!
Have a great weekend!!!
Enjoy!!!
and between happiness and pain, does life alternate
i's shot when i was at my sincere best
when i wanted the freedom back i myself lost
i was wrong that i did expect
as i wanted to rediscover my space, at the most
naive was i, i have to admit
then the warmth i had felt was an illusion but
Thank god!!it's not bout hate but hurt
and the prayers and secret promises guarded a lot
else the blazing fire would have burnt
reducing me into ashes and everything that's a part
Luckily what does not change is past,a dead dry fact
and the river full of iife,it could not obstruct
Now that everything i have blurted out
i ve to complete it else ll be called an opportunist
never had i ever thought
hurt can also lead to fulfilment
what lovely is a heart without any hurt
what beautiful is a moon without the blackspot
if this little hurt can make my dead words live
and make me more compassionate and live
i would undergo many like this
and more eagerly thinking of this as bliss
but it's easy to forget failure but not hurt
and between happiness and pain, does life alternate
Cribbing at its emotional,rhythmical,boring,monotonous best!!! ha ha ha !!!
Have a great weekend!!!
Enjoy!!!
Dry leaves!!!
dont treasure the leaves that are dry
make a fire of them as the winter passes you by
what's still left in it that makes you shy
for what's still left is finer and purer than the sky
may be it's the illusion that covers the eye
that sees the red blood running in the veins dead and dry
may be still it's not sure whether it's a truth or lie
or the game between dreams and reality has resulted in a tie
but one day we have to see it in the eye
and with a smile bid good bye
may be this has to be lived till we die
sometimes we'll laugh at this and sometimes cry
but the eyes does not remain dry
wheather we laugh heartly or cry
dont treasure the leaves that are dry
make a fire of them as the winter passes you by!!!
(Dedicated to the lyrics of bhula- do)
make a fire of them as the winter passes you by
what's still left in it that makes you shy
for what's still left is finer and purer than the sky
may be it's the illusion that covers the eye
that sees the red blood running in the veins dead and dry
may be still it's not sure whether it's a truth or lie
or the game between dreams and reality has resulted in a tie
but one day we have to see it in the eye
and with a smile bid good bye
may be this has to be lived till we die
sometimes we'll laugh at this and sometimes cry
but the eyes does not remain dry
wheather we laugh heartly or cry
dont treasure the leaves that are dry
make a fire of them as the winter passes you by!!!
(Dedicated to the lyrics of bhula- do)
A cloudy day...............
The morning misses the dawn,
the beautiful colours, orange and crimson.
But it's helpless for the day has to go on
the sun never stops but moves on.
Still it finds a ray of hope as consolation
if not the dawn it'll find the colours in the setting sun.
The day moves on and the wait goes on
thinking of the evening with so much of pain.
For the night ll be so long
and so dark without the memories of the dying sun.
But who knew the silver clouds can even hide the bright sun
getting darker and denser but not a drop of rain.
None can blame the clouds or the hurrying sun
for the sun forms the clouds and the clouds rain.
But the days are cloudy and I've to miss both the rain and the sunshine
and there are nights but evenings and mornings but dawns.
the beautiful colours, orange and crimson.
But it's helpless for the day has to go on
the sun never stops but moves on.
Still it finds a ray of hope as consolation
if not the dawn it'll find the colours in the setting sun.
The day moves on and the wait goes on
thinking of the evening with so much of pain.
For the night ll be so long
and so dark without the memories of the dying sun.
But who knew the silver clouds can even hide the bright sun
getting darker and denser but not a drop of rain.
None can blame the clouds or the hurrying sun
for the sun forms the clouds and the clouds rain.
But the days are cloudy and I've to miss both the rain and the sunshine
and there are nights but evenings and mornings but dawns.
The rain!!!
Out of nowhere came the rain
and all the attempts to hide went in vain
it never distinguished between men and women
neither between the colours of the skin
the thin fabric welcomed the drops, pure and devoid of sin
and the drops once so sweet did become so saline
they wash the stain as they roll down
like the tears when in pain
can we ever avoid the rain
for the destinies of ours, it reigns
sometimes it leaves us to shine
and sometimes to flow in the drain
Still it's better to get wet
then to be dry and sweat
6.30 pmt.ng, chn,11nov
and all the attempts to hide went in vain
it never distinguished between men and women
neither between the colours of the skin
the thin fabric welcomed the drops, pure and devoid of sin
and the drops once so sweet did become so saline
they wash the stain as they roll down
like the tears when in pain
can we ever avoid the rain
for the destinies of ours, it reigns
sometimes it leaves us to shine
and sometimes to flow in the drain
Still it's better to get wet
then to be dry and sweat
6.30 pmt.ng, chn,11nov
A leaf!!
The person has died and so is the personality
the contours of the smile cant be traced and so is its beauty
The letters form the name on some sign boards
which does not even find a reason to be uttered
like the leaf kept in between the pages
like the memory covered with a thick layer of leaves
The leaf has dried and the dead veins remained
but left the impression on the pages as it stained
So green did it look on the tree
and more with the flowers on a dancing spree
I took a leaf and kept in the pages
Alas!!the tree feared and vanished for ages
it's for the impressions and the leaf i rhyme
and to find the tree and say it's not a crime!!!
the contours of the smile cant be traced and so is its beauty
The letters form the name on some sign boards
which does not even find a reason to be uttered
like the leaf kept in between the pages
like the memory covered with a thick layer of leaves
The leaf has dried and the dead veins remained
but left the impression on the pages as it stained
So green did it look on the tree
and more with the flowers on a dancing spree
I took a leaf and kept in the pages
Alas!!the tree feared and vanished for ages
it's for the impressions and the leaf i rhyme
and to find the tree and say it's not a crime!!!
Vibes of Vibration
has the heart grown out of proportion
and the lungs have run out of space to breath in
The rib cage could not stop the heart even
and with each beat it touched the skin again and again
The brain has failed to get its dose of oxygen
yet surprisingly it lives on just to witness what's going on
The pause between the beats lessen
but with renewed vigour it goes on
nobody knows why does it want to send the vibration
but it seemed as if the whole world is dancing to its tune
Though i have limitations of my own
i wish for everyone
to fall in love again and again
for love is just a way of life and not a bunch of passion.
and the lungs have run out of space to breath in
The rib cage could not stop the heart even
and with each beat it touched the skin again and again
The brain has failed to get its dose of oxygen
yet surprisingly it lives on just to witness what's going on
The pause between the beats lessen
but with renewed vigour it goes on
nobody knows why does it want to send the vibration
but it seemed as if the whole world is dancing to its tune
Though i have limitations of my own
i wish for everyone
to fall in love again and again
for love is just a way of life and not a bunch of passion.
Seasons of Life
Do the seasons of life have any sequence
Or, are there any announcements before they commence
Or, do we really care for the consequence of any sequence
Some say spring comes after winter
Some say spring comes before summer
Some say it does not matter
Some love the spring for it is when the love springs
Some miss the rain for it is when the wet eye rains
Some cant say what is the season for it is beyond their reason
For some seasons last a life time
For some it changes once and the end is never near it seems
For some it's only the wait and not even dreams
Some live the dream they have seen
Some dream the life but miss the train
Some dont dream for they can live,yet commit a crime
Some cant realize their imagination for reasons galore
Some cant imagine the realities that stare
Some dont imagine the imagination so they can realize the reality that matter
Some for their love, lost
Some loved and lost
Some never loved so that they ll never hate
If anything is cared to be believed i would ask a question
Can one reason the way you trasform a passion
Can one reason the way you choose to sleep but not to dream
Or, are there any announcements before they commence
Or, do we really care for the consequence of any sequence
Some say spring comes after winter
Some say spring comes before summer
Some say it does not matter
Some love the spring for it is when the love springs
Some miss the rain for it is when the wet eye rains
Some cant say what is the season for it is beyond their reason
For some seasons last a life time
For some it changes once and the end is never near it seems
For some it's only the wait and not even dreams
Some live the dream they have seen
Some dream the life but miss the train
Some dont dream for they can live,yet commit a crime
Some cant realize their imagination for reasons galore
Some cant imagine the realities that stare
Some dont imagine the imagination so they can realize the reality that matter
Some for their love, lost
Some loved and lost
Some never loved so that they ll never hate
If anything is cared to be believed i would ask a question
Can one reason the way you trasform a passion
Can one reason the way you choose to sleep but not to dream
HUM TUM - RHYMES
words are mine
but you make them rhyme
eyes are mine
but you make them shine
thoughts are mine
but you make them dance in time
mine are the jokes
but u make them crack
bugs are mine
but you raise them in time :-D
The little pain was mine
but u changed it into compassion
The answers are mine
but i dont know who asked me the question
I raise a toast of wine
but i am just kidding:-D
Forever yours
The blog and not the blogger..ha ha ha
but you make them rhyme
eyes are mine
but you make them shine
thoughts are mine
but you make them dance in time
mine are the jokes
but u make them crack
bugs are mine
but you raise them in time :-D
The little pain was mine
but u changed it into compassion
The answers are mine
but i dont know who asked me the question
I raise a toast of wine
but i am just kidding:-D
Forever yours
The blog and not the blogger..ha ha ha
Bye
I say bye with a weird face and a worrying eye
and not as happily as i say the "hi"
but things go their own way
and one cant always has its own say
Happy am i for now i am sure
when the roads cross i ll just remain a stranger.
I am sad i could not be a friend when in need
and happy for, a foe i have not made inspite of being weird :-D
I dont know which is left and what is right
but isn't everything okay when, what you avoid is an accident.
Shall the hope in me die ever
i wish some day i share a joke,bad and poor
I have nothing more to say here
and make the readers truely bore...ha ha ha Enjoy!!! All the best for the rest!!!
and not as happily as i say the "hi"
but things go their own way
and one cant always has its own say
Happy am i for now i am sure
when the roads cross i ll just remain a stranger.
I am sad i could not be a friend when in need
and happy for, a foe i have not made inspite of being weird :-D
I dont know which is left and what is right
but isn't everything okay when, what you avoid is an accident.
Shall the hope in me die ever
i wish some day i share a joke,bad and poor
I have nothing more to say here
and make the readers truely bore...ha ha ha Enjoy!!! All the best for the rest!!!
A prayer
I remember, a little prayer
With a heart most sincere, I did offer
Little, for a few words i did utter
Little, for I didn’t ask for more
A prayer which brought many a tear
A prayer which came in the way of my anger
A prayer which didn’t let the curse out
A prayer which choked my throat when i wanted to shout
A prayer that revealed me to myself
And said to me, “You are just a hypocrite stuff”
I came to accept of my limited capacity
Else how could have i lost myself in the city
I didn’t speak but still, a little attention, i did seek
Also did I seek little remembrances, which my limits did not let me speak.
For i felt, truth is rewarded with apprehension and, honesty with suspicion
Which cast a doubt in my beliefs and left hanging as a suspension.
And one fine day i talked to the moon
And she listened, and everything became fine
I see the road ahead with a mind very clear
And i start walking, with a smiling face and bit of laughter
I have come a full circle
But more mature and more sensible
And i still remember the little prayer
With a heart most sincere, i did offer
Once again i say the same prayer
That wished, you get what you desire
With a heart most sincere, I did offer
Little, for a few words i did utter
Little, for I didn’t ask for more
A prayer which brought many a tear
A prayer which came in the way of my anger
A prayer which didn’t let the curse out
A prayer which choked my throat when i wanted to shout
A prayer that revealed me to myself
And said to me, “You are just a hypocrite stuff”
I came to accept of my limited capacity
Else how could have i lost myself in the city
I didn’t speak but still, a little attention, i did seek
Also did I seek little remembrances, which my limits did not let me speak.
For i felt, truth is rewarded with apprehension and, honesty with suspicion
Which cast a doubt in my beliefs and left hanging as a suspension.
And one fine day i talked to the moon
And she listened, and everything became fine
I see the road ahead with a mind very clear
And i start walking, with a smiling face and bit of laughter
I have come a full circle
But more mature and more sensible
And i still remember the little prayer
With a heart most sincere, i did offer
Once again i say the same prayer
That wished, you get what you desire
Good Morning !!!
There is no ambiguity
what prevailed was a sense of duality.
And though rare, it is the most agreeable thing
but as usual the different ways of thinking
my imagination went wild and knew no bounds
but i always found my feet firmly rooted in the ground.
The inspiration is healthy, i reiterate this once more
and there is no reason to be scare and i say this once more.
I value space mine and others
and of course feelings that i care.
what prevailed was a sense of duality.
And though rare, it is the most agreeable thing
but as usual the different ways of thinking
my imagination went wild and knew no bounds
but i always found my feet firmly rooted in the ground.
The inspiration is healthy, i reiterate this once more
and there is no reason to be scare and i say this once more.
I value space mine and others
and of course feelings that i care.
The tale of an unshed tear !!!
I am tired ,tired so much indeed
tired of tearing me into pieces, bit by bit
showcasing myself to the crowd inside out
for i could not have beared to be misunderstood
I drown by my own weight
and it's none but me who made the choice
may be bcoz it always made a big difference
but,was i ever prepared to become someone different
The endurance in me could take it in all
and even tried to paint a smile
for i have nothing and nothing i owe
but friends and relationships that always stood tall
I wanted to scream,scream at the top of my voice
and liberate all the pain whatever be the consequences
but i cant,for i'd choosen to remain silent
but i wont,for i'd choosen to remain so
Just a thought of you has the power to bring a smile on the face
just a remark of yours has the curse to make my poems look cheap and fake
But now,i may not be able to face your face
for i have lost a bit of respect for me in this whole process
May be i'm just nearing my limits
and even fear a friendly,encouraging yet a firm pat on the back
I dont want to see the morning with eyes, that are live and fresh for just namesake
So again i bury my head inside the blanket.
Regaining the strength to be childish again
Re-finding the life to make people laugh again
Re-searching the joy to roll into laughter again
Regaining the spirit to be me again
I pray to god to heal it quick and fast
so that for long i dont remain quiet
so that i dont have to turn my face away
with embarassment when we meet on the way!!!
tired of tearing me into pieces, bit by bit
showcasing myself to the crowd inside out
for i could not have beared to be misunderstood
I drown by my own weight
and it's none but me who made the choice
may be bcoz it always made a big difference
but,was i ever prepared to become someone different
The endurance in me could take it in all
and even tried to paint a smile
for i have nothing and nothing i owe
but friends and relationships that always stood tall
I wanted to scream,scream at the top of my voice
and liberate all the pain whatever be the consequences
but i cant,for i'd choosen to remain silent
but i wont,for i'd choosen to remain so
Just a thought of you has the power to bring a smile on the face
just a remark of yours has the curse to make my poems look cheap and fake
But now,i may not be able to face your face
for i have lost a bit of respect for me in this whole process
May be i'm just nearing my limits
and even fear a friendly,encouraging yet a firm pat on the back
I dont want to see the morning with eyes, that are live and fresh for just namesake
So again i bury my head inside the blanket.
Regaining the strength to be childish again
Re-finding the life to make people laugh again
Re-searching the joy to roll into laughter again
Regaining the spirit to be me again
I pray to god to heal it quick and fast
so that for long i dont remain quiet
so that i dont have to turn my face away
with embarassment when we meet on the way!!!
Chand se batein- The crossover way!!!
I ask the moon
hum apke hai kaun
I am not the sun
par meri baat thoda sunn
I dont know who i am
aur kaun hai mera woh bhi nahi malum
but the wait seems to be eternal
toh socha bata dun tumhe dil ka haal
When she meets you tell her it all
pata nahi kab mita de mujhe ye kaal
Slowly and steadily life is heading south
samay hain baas mere haath,par tum kab hoge mere saath
the fickle mind,the unsteady eyes search for the face unseen
dil mein lakho armaan liye hum dhunde yahan wahan
How'll i know you? ll you be in my fav or yous
bharosan nahi mere ankhon pe mujhko tum hi karlon ye kaam haseen
It dawned upon me that it has really dawned
kahani rahi meri adhuri,suraj se milne ki aayi aab tumhari ghadi
hum apke hai kaun
I am not the sun
par meri baat thoda sunn
I dont know who i am
aur kaun hai mera woh bhi nahi malum
but the wait seems to be eternal
toh socha bata dun tumhe dil ka haal
When she meets you tell her it all
pata nahi kab mita de mujhe ye kaal
Slowly and steadily life is heading south
samay hain baas mere haath,par tum kab hoge mere saath
the fickle mind,the unsteady eyes search for the face unseen
dil mein lakho armaan liye hum dhunde yahan wahan
How'll i know you? ll you be in my fav or yous
bharosan nahi mere ankhon pe mujhko tum hi karlon ye kaam haseen
It dawned upon me that it has really dawned
kahani rahi meri adhuri,suraj se milne ki aayi aab tumhari ghadi
Sweet dreams or sweating reality!!!
My eyes get filled with water
and in joy i do flutter
the saline tears turn sweet
as i wait for us to meet
and i dream the happy moments
with eyes wide open and mind so silent
i hear the breath flowing out
i feel the heart hurriedly beat,
and i see me in your deep eyes
glowing with the reflection of my smile
i could not utter a word at all
for only the silence could speak it all
but if all joy was in being silent seeing you
then why like a mad i talked to my self loud thinking of you
May be i could not believe the reality
May be i didn't want to know the reality
And we have to part ,that is for sure
and let me be silent and dream for ever.
As dreams have become the cheapest commodity
Though a sign of life, it still remains a distant reality
and in joy i do flutter
the saline tears turn sweet
as i wait for us to meet
and i dream the happy moments
with eyes wide open and mind so silent
i hear the breath flowing out
i feel the heart hurriedly beat,
and i see me in your deep eyes
glowing with the reflection of my smile
i could not utter a word at all
for only the silence could speak it all
but if all joy was in being silent seeing you
then why like a mad i talked to my self loud thinking of you
May be i could not believe the reality
May be i didn't want to know the reality
And we have to part ,that is for sure
and let me be silent and dream for ever.
As dreams have become the cheapest commodity
Though a sign of life, it still remains a distant reality
All smiles !!!
nothing could have been better
for we are still what we were,
nothing could have been more mature
for the way, the disagreements are agreed together,
nothing could have been wiser
for you are the least depended but a lot preferred,
nothing could have been sweeter
for as i look back ,the smile inspires me to step ahead rather,
nothing could have excited more
for i came to believe i am not a dead prose but a poetry livelier,
and before time could conspire
or I fail to remember as i turn new chapters,
i put this hereto keep it as a sweet memoir,
a token of gratitude that should have come earlier
for it's late ,but better late than never.
for we are still what we were,
nothing could have been more mature
for the way, the disagreements are agreed together,
nothing could have been wiser
for you are the least depended but a lot preferred,
nothing could have been sweeter
for as i look back ,the smile inspires me to step ahead rather,
nothing could have excited more
for i came to believe i am not a dead prose but a poetry livelier,
and before time could conspire
or I fail to remember as i turn new chapters,
i put this hereto keep it as a sweet memoir,
a token of gratitude that should have come earlier
for it's late ,but better late than never.
Screaming Eyes,Soothing Tears
The soft hands guiding me to sleep,
my eyes filled to the brim ,ready to weep
The unseen hand moving nearer and nearer,
the smile on her face getting fuller and broader
The steady mind hiding behind the face innocent,
the smiling belying the heart-insensitive sincere but
A piece of sleep touched the eye,
and saw the screams losing to the eternal endurance
The soul of pain dying to be liberated,
can't wait for long and tears flowed
The mind stopped to think further,
and a moment of weakness tookover
Searching for a friend in souls i see,
not to be seen,but found the so called strength mocking at me !!!
(eye operation...)
my eyes filled to the brim ,ready to weep
The unseen hand moving nearer and nearer,
the smile on her face getting fuller and broader
The steady mind hiding behind the face innocent,
the smiling belying the heart-insensitive sincere but
A piece of sleep touched the eye,
and saw the screams losing to the eternal endurance
The soul of pain dying to be liberated,
can't wait for long and tears flowed
The mind stopped to think further,
and a moment of weakness tookover
Searching for a friend in souls i see,
not to be seen,but found the so called strength mocking at me !!!
(eye operation...)
The untold love!!!
In a while the sun would die
andshe waits for her boy
Thinking of him
She is all smiles and joy
The long hair dancing
and leaving no trace of the steps
So warm and full of life
lucky is the boy whom she longs
The eyes searchingand full of love
She can't wait longand has few moments to live
The wait is so much of pain
In a while her life'll be in vein
She wants to kiss his lips
and bid goodbye for ever
Time passes byand life starts eluding her
The smile fades awayand with it the joy of her
The boy has come, but too late
just to find the sweetness that remained on her face
and shouts"Maaaaaaa, chaha thanda hoi gala""Tike garam karide"(Tea has become cold,make it hot once again)In memory of my good old evening tea at home!!!
andshe waits for her boy
Thinking of him
She is all smiles and joy
The long hair dancing
and leaving no trace of the steps
So warm and full of life
lucky is the boy whom she longs
The eyes searchingand full of love
She can't wait longand has few moments to live
The wait is so much of pain
In a while her life'll be in vein
She wants to kiss his lips
and bid goodbye for ever
Time passes byand life starts eluding her
The smile fades awayand with it the joy of her
The boy has come, but too late
just to find the sweetness that remained on her face
and shouts"Maaaaaaa, chaha thanda hoi gala""Tike garam karide"(Tea has become cold,make it hot once again)In memory of my good old evening tea at home!!!
