Loud Hearts

we meet, we walk, we hold, we stand.
we stand, into our eyes,
we stand, before our lips,
we stand, hands beside.


every single heart speaks the same story,
every single halt louds the same glory.

never speaks those died heart,
never speaks those terrified halt.

of what they did
of what they didn't.

of what they had,
of what they hadn't.

Only I sit at those halt, and think of those heart,
who never ever met, who never ever did, who never ever had.

A mile of smile

I sit on the verge,

I take on her surge.

I talk with no one,

I smile with someone.

I walk with air,

I sit with, to share.

I glance with fury,

 I stare her in hurry.

She asks me to smile

I think of her mile.

She laughs onto my face

I compel her to chase.

I drag her thru mile

She caught me smile.

Beauty and The truth !

Beauty …

Beauty I saw …

Beauty I saw inside…

Beauty I saw beneath…

The truth inside, the truth beneath….

You asked the same, you asked the name …

He replied, he replied the way you asked …

You treed and he freed

And that’s the way you asked to geed.

You might wonder

You might ponder

How is he?

What is “his beauty”?

Or is it “her beauty”?

He answered!

“You are the beauty …you are the beauty.

Truth inside is your beauty

Truth beneath is your beauty.”

Blank I Am

Well it’s a 2^nd day,

Or say consecutive day.

 

I have been thru,

Thru so many blank days,

Coming on you.

 

Well whether  its 2^nd day or some consecutive day,

No... Its normal sun, its normal noon, normal evening, normal star, normal night.

 

Oh! Wait!

Well for me it’s not normal……..see you next day.

 

It’s a blank night now…………………….!

 

 

 

 

Me and she

He sits, and sits with open eyes.

Glares at her, the beauty in her, and the charm in her.

The nature and her blaze, outshines every memory in him.

There goes a fight in him and her,

He fights to defy her with deep weaved memories,

He fights to defy her with those intense ailing.

He sits, and sits with open eyes.

But has already been closed,

Dreaming of all old memories

Dreaming of all ailing.

And seeing herself defied,

She in her charm got lost and more of intensified.

"It was all i got wet this way with heavy cloud hovering above me."

Through ....!!

Through the drop of this rain,
and by the grass of this plain.

Through the drop of this rain,
and by the glaze of this lane.

Through the feel of this pain,
and by the flow of this chain.

I was strolling in the pass.
I was struggling in the past.

Through the realm in her charm,
to the couch of her arm

Through the.......!!

An extract from sweetheart

A shower in the local side
little drops sprinkling on my mind
memory waving deep the line of the rosy wood and the darkest night
hand in hand we went along
passing through the windy ground
looking past every tree beside
in the darkness for that
hazy light...
at the sight i grabbed the light
bt left the hand i was holding tight.
and amidst that beautiful night in the hazy light
i couldnt find the hand beside,
making it the DARKEST NIGHT with a hazy light.
:)

The deny

Sometime you deny,
you deny of being what actually you are.

You grow, every day you grow

but you deny
that you are growing , you deny of being older.
but it isn't that we are behind it
it isn't that we ought to think so.

there is someone else who brings out the denial
out of us.
there is someone else who brings out the smile
out of us.
So never keep away smile out of denial.