Living beyond seasons.

It is this winter, we possessed our tears;
The tears, which weren't easy.
It is this summer, we will be taking it easy;
Those smiles, which won't be hazy.

This is your story, or may be mine as well;
doesn't matter of course for a while.
As we last forever,
It is now or never.

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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.