won the show.

i gotta go with your flow
sneaking in and walking down
crumbling down and rising then.

i got to know ,
inside the show.

driving hard and loving the plain ,
leaving past and killing the strain.

i gotta go with your flow
sneaking in and walking down
crumbling down and rising then.

i learnt to  throw
and won the show.

clinching smile and traveling mile
falling hard and shouting loud

i reached the top and all above.
i failed to stop and won the love 

when u leave

wanna run away

from every bay

nothing seems right to me

no matter how much i see

its just it becomes more hazy

the more i look into thee

feels m standing still noway

every passerby has nothing to say

those i try to hold on

dont even feel my way

purpose has no touch beneath

foot is on a thorny sheet

look i try and jump underneath

but the floor also closes up for a person like me.

i wish i could

i wish i could
but never thought i should

ya it depends
it depends upon my will
but i wonder who gonna feel

i was drowned
and was waiting for it to be healed
but  unfortunately my pain was sealed

but again i wish
i wish i could
but never thought i should....

waiting for a day

something got vanished
on the way .....................
ya i wasn't relaxed....
ya i wasn't loosed...
but it was the way
i never crossed......
i never crossed the month may
i was never eased with this stay...
ya i wasn't waiting for the fay....
but i was waiting for a day..........
waiting for a day
waiting for a day 

dancing under the fragrant shower....

something and sometime
or rather everything and everytime
i pick it up and walk
 then
i figure out the bleeding hour
of an unknown morning shower.

but it remains only till the shower
not until i rest under the aroma of a flower.                                  

you may ask of 'the bleeding hour'
but i know not about the' aroma of that flower.'

not because you gonna heal it
rather you wanna feel it.....

feeling it may hurt u also
but again you are .........

you are the dejected petal of that aromatic flower ....                                       
and am the style and stigma of her'
resting into her bathe.
dancing under the fragrant shower.....



(petals : are modified leaves that surround the reproductive parts of flowers)
(style and stigma :-are the parts of flower )

Shedding tree

To be into or not to be
is what we feel like
is what we are confused of .

resting upon the thought
i was all confused about,
moving in or moving out.

so u were caught to put me out
and hence i was brought to the thought
lets get into it
lets shed into it.
because shedding tree never cares
 of your grinning face
it sheds it sheds and leaves you 
griming and  bemiring.

DAY

every new day..
has its own say
 coming again and again
in its own outlined way..

but near my door
it reached and clinched
and registered its valor
with a new say
and in  the very next stride
it declined his stay
and i was thrown aside a bay

i was reminded again and again
that "
every new day..
has its own say
"

A Tale

how stupid is my anger

how stupid is my maze

and u still take it

as yet another tale

and u still handle it

with a smile on ur face

I get lost in this piece of say

looking at ur patience in the way

that “angels sometimes are meant to stay” 

waiting for a morning

waiting for a morning
a morning beneath the tweedling sparrows
a morning dwelling away from nipping sorrows.

i slept that night
just waiting for it
in the woeful plight.

just with the hope that
what i was dreaming of
i may arrive into reeling of.

but anyhow i started my journey
and went into the feeling of.

the feeling untouched
the feeling unswayed.

For u

Time has been harsh on me
why? is what u will ask from me

before replying i thought too deep
yet the time played smart on me

with a drooped face i stood there awhile
with u having a question all the while

still my mind went deep and deep
with question on ur face underneath

digging a lot i finally found
an answer to your question aloud

together we are and together we will
time has no role within
unconditionally i stand and so i will
till u get that soulmate therein.

through dark open skies....

ya i feel i will be dragged alone
i feel i will be dredged along


i will be sitting alone on the ridge.
and no one will be there to seize.
no one will be there to seize my arms
no one will be there to squeeze my cheek of charms.

nights will be no longer full of fights
but will be through dark open skies....

Adorable

hearing u laugh
made my day

i just wished
it could forever stay

the smile spread on my face
thinking about the twinkle in your gaze

oh , i will not let it move away
till i can hold it with my last breath so as to say.

it remains

hanging in between the consciousness and unconsciousness
i battle for the day full of blitheness
still i beat the heat of bitterness
but question remains till what extent.
till what extent i end up enjoying
till what extent i find the day gleaming

i sit straight and laugh exquisitely
because i fear the laughter may vanish
the laughter may vanish in between my veins

ya but let it be ....lets forget ..lets forget how it pains
the question is not how it pains
the question is till what time it remains

now i can say someone is with me
who remains with me
who remains with me when i laugh
who remains with me when i cry
 because i have to laugh still when it pains.

changes

absence has no language indeed

just it makes the thought go deep

sometimes putting a blame on me

sometimes leaving it to destiny.

time has changed a picture complete

different shades has known to keep

changing the shape of my destiny.

today i woke up

today i woke up...
i woke up in the middle of the journey...
the journey which didn't had any destination...
still i was heading forward..
still i was keen toward
i was keen toward the aimless journey
i was keen toward the tireless journey
bcz it didn't need any open eyes

ya it was closed one
it was closed path
it was closed eyes
everything was closed
but still was the zeal

and i needed more time to travel it
i was in search
i was in search of tireless and fearless
long journey that could  heal something
something i wasn't awared of
but was feared of
but was feared of.

"the truth"

i "feel" or
i can say "i think"
what gonna happen
if someday i gonna know "the truth"
the truth  from which you people are not awared
or you people do not wanna face "the truth"

"the truth" is .........
oh! wait
don't be silly
don't be queasy

this truth is meant only for me
not for she '
or not for he
rather also not for thee

the truth is
i also don't know the truth....

ya but i feel ....i gonna leave u all soon...
oh! wait
am not gonna die.

ya but feel
काश  मुझे  भी ये  truth मालूम  होता !

I or WE

"I"
oh! no
its we......
let it be..
lets start with "I"
I just feel the pain
but need
"we" to heal the strain....
why we live with no loss no gain...
why we need to share the pain....

but again someone will say
why i should stay just to portray
as i have no pain and strain
just to prove " no loss no gain" ....

if you could prove
you  are ready to bargain....
then i am ready to bear the loss without the gain.

oh! sory
we gonna bear the loss without gain....

एक आस...!

       ज़िन्दगी  से मै जो खफा खफा सा  रहने  लगा
       मिला   था  कोई यहाँ
       पर वो भी कहीं खोया -खोया सा रहने  लगा
       मासूम था मै कभी
       पर अपनी मासूमीयत से भी महरूम हो  गया
   
 
       पास   बैठी  चिड़िया भी 
       अब पास ना  रह गयी थी
       इस नदिया की धारा
       भी अब चंचल ना रह गयी थी

       बस आस है उस बगीया से
       जिसकी कलियाँ मूझे निहार रही थी .........
      

Thinking Through

sitting behind i thought so deep
where do i belong and where do i keep.

thinking long made me sleep
with my thoughts in my dreams.

puzzled at the end was all i could be
searching amidst the faces ,
a face i wanted to see.

even my sleep couldnt reach to thee 
And
still i sit behind and think equally deep.

sweetness in her charm..

from the dole of doves....
to the farm of cloves.


and from the role of  love
to the charm of  jay...
I could stay whole day
With the realm of  fay…


From  the wheel of the tram
 To the city of bay…
I could feel the sweetness
in her charm..
as long as i stay