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Saturday, 8 April 2017

Let's loose to evening....

They all love being mystic,
They all love being alone...
They wait till you fade...

It's all in the evening, 
It's all when they prepare to be gloomy.
Let's meet in the morning,
Let's chase the evening.
Let's lose to evening....

They all are not alone
They all are not mystic.
As they lose to evening,
They make love in the morning.

Sunday, 28 August 2016

Life and seasons.

I tried to read the season which life has offered to me,
I tried to bring elements of nature to portray their task, 
assigned for the season to exist.
Season for me and season for you might be different or might not be,
The elements of nature has always the same task, to give the season a color.

Life, for me always has asked for the choices of colors which nature can wear.
Life, for me always has given me liberty to pick those elements of nature for the season.

It is me who sometimes cheat on life, not showing enough faith,
It is me who picks dark shades of color, it is me who fails in picking those right elements.

But what has not failed till now, is the existence of season. 

Friday, 10 July 2015

Thousand stars waiting for us

you do,
I do
every body does like the way it is.
The sun in the evening,
The moon in between,
thousand stars waiting for us 
to stare, to glance within.

Its the evening,
here is the Sun
here is the signal of moon coming in between
here is the twinkling just started.

Here she was, not alongside,
but within.
helping me to draw,
draw the figure of love,
draw the figure of joy,
all with those stars.

Its me, bringing the cloud between
Its me, bringing the darkness within.

Is she still here ?
lost somewhere?

Let the cloud go,
let the darkness to the brim,
She will come
she will come.

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

You me and moments

Lost are those moments.
Gathered and lived inside are,
Freedom, expressions, and emotions.
Remembered and few hidden, are the limitless.
Limitless are not memories,
But are canvas and its colors.
Are they fresh as green or blushing like red,
Rather are uniqueness in the colors.
Never worried were those eyes,
as they happened to be today.

Those are the lost moments.

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Thousands of her.

Every time I am on her,
I have thousands to utter out.

every time I am uttering out,
I have thousands to dream of.

every time I dream of,
I have thousands to crush into.

everytime I crush into,
I have thousands to smile for.

everytime I smile for,
I have thousands of day I live into.

Saturday, 28 February 2015

I am at crossroad

I am at crossroad,
you will call me an insane,
but before that I would doubt your sanity.

I am at crossroad,
she asks me to move on,
but she has green signals, all four on.

I am at crossroad
I am no bonker,
but I am not less than a choker.

I am at crossroad,
one world is ready to follow me,
but another is  behind me.

I am at crossroad,
with my feet kissing the road,
with my back fussing of load.

I am life.

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

On the hill side top

Seeking I stand. On the hill side top.
Staring through the stars ..

 For the brightest stop.

Grazing through.. 

I felt a pinch.. 
A little was peaking in.

Searching my search . 

Confused within.. 

Trying to think.. 

My thinking still.

Finding me confused and lost in the gaze...

 It pushed me aside and jumped down in the haze...

I freaked and stared ...

 Trembled within... 

Couldn't find the trace there... 
Realising the holy prayer...
Brought back the kid in the nightmare...

I am u just u within... 

Be carefree and cover the distance complete...
 Searching through them won't make you one.
 Go down deep.. 
Fearless .. 
To rise up till there.