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!!!
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.
