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.

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.

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.

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.

MY LIFE - NOT A MESS BUT ALL MISS... !!!!!

Usually we complain , "nothing is going my way".
But before punching my keyboard i was uttering " where is my way......
i mean am i on the way or am i derailed....?
but all of sudden changed my gear
and i started hovering...

And then it was done .
I was static and started missing ....
It was a miss of those late nights sitting on the couch,
eyes fixed over a moving screen flashing those green arrows showing
files in Progress , files Downloaded ...and a smile as big as an ocean

Scene changed
It was a miss of those late nights sitting around small balconies , covering it with towels ... and staring those endless stars in the sky and in few minutes a small cloud full of smokes , hovering above us.

Scene changed
 It was a miss of those late nights when we rushed to different rooms in search of ready made assignments and Pen and papers all set to perform their duties .

Scene changed
It was a miss of those late nights murmuring near the tiny microphone all set to finish the night packs and sleeping over the mobile , and checking out those call durations of three hours barely used .

At The End
Only scene changed not "THE MISS " 

and a life way away from smile .

what all i needed ... 'a new beginning' ,
But still with a meaning.
Got some digs in the path , got some Dirt on my way.
But all i needed was 'a new beginning'.

Because life has its own way...
what i needed was to tighten up my laces..
and brighten up my lenses  .
because it was going to be a long way.


But Because life has its own way...
I got a roof
with a proof
that life gives us the chance
to loosen up the laces
and brighten up the faces.

And it was again when life reminded
not to pull up the socks
because still we need to travel a way of mile.
and that too a road full of rocks.
and a life way away from smile .

An hour of a wait

An hour of a wait

I search for the face

A moment of a date

I search for the lips

A day with a smile

I search for the flower

A night of a while

I search for the star

A walk of a joy

I search for the calm

A life of a charm

I search for an arm….i search for a warm……….

waited long

every minute as it passes by
more of my curosity die.
keeping still the patience within
i still sit in the chamber therein.
still no signs of footprints came

and i waited for the time to tame.
oh my curious mind
do not search for things stray
look the one you looking for
still not showing up to you
for even a minutes sake.

a drop of tear

sometime we walk,
sometime we run,
and sometime we fly...
but when we stop
there comes a drop
a drop of tear  ,
and a heart full of fear.

it may occur because
one who is near
calls you 'dear'
but he/she is the one
who walks with you
runs with you
and flies with you........
so a drop of tear........इतना  तो बनता है यार .... :)

search !

staring in the evening,
searching for a meaning.
i was almost there
but it had lost the glare.
and remained nothing there,
which needed  no stance of stare.

warns me to leave...

i don't know
what i am going to bring out from it.
people comes
and time brings them.
time brings them near me,
everyone needs clear of me.
few of them live in
and rest of them are just moving in
when they live here
something brings them near,
near of nothing but near of me .
and later  i am surrounded
i am surrounded of fear.
because i can hear
i can hear the beat of their feet
which warns me to leave...to leave....to leave...

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.