Dreams

That girl who worked in high spirits,
when dropped her head,
the wind came rushing by,
took that layers of shining thread.
That beautiful aroma
which it created,
when the shining hairs,
 scattered over her eyes and head.


The little fingers,
which ran across the face curves,
Gently they moved,
Scintillated sparks and flashes.


She regained her posture,
His attention made her feel perked up,
The glorifying smile,
which makes the moving world go still.
Softly, she made an exit.
Vanishing from the eyes.


His eyes rolled and searched her,
in every nook and corner.
Dazzled by the beauty,
charmed by the Aura,
Lamenting for letting her escape.
He knew she was the one.

And, he woke up blinking,
Was that a dream?
Sat still, no motion could be seen.

Is this that one dream,
puzzled by the jerk,
Surprised by the innocence.
The young fellow just got up,
Still figuring out..


Are some dreams so close to the heart,
that seem to consume you,
some dreams carry the cart,
they seem to amuse you.

एक परिपक्वता की मंशा  में जीवन यापन करता मैं,

किसी दिशा की ओर बढता मैं,

हर दिन इसी से गुजरता मैं |

जीवन की आपाधापी में खुद को समझता मैं,

उलझन में  तो सारे हैं,

पर उनके आगे बढ़ता मैं |

एक युग का दर्शन होता है,

गतिरोध और विलंभ का साथ संगम होता है,

इस  ओर मैं अपनी सीमा को  प्रदर्शित करता मैं |

That thing called LOVE.

While I sat to write this at 1:19 am on a Saturday morning, I just don't have much idea on how it is going to turn out.
While IF ONLY taught, Love is to die for making memories which will live behind.
While Jab We Met came and reflected, you end up finding the right person somehow.

Love, probably, is a sense to give and expect nothing much in return. But, not everyone gets hold of it.
The sad thing is many regret it as most of the time you end up being heartbroken.
Love, but is a genuine feeling.
There are different phases of life. Not everyone gets their first love.
Perhaps, I always believed that love is when you have the ability to spend your whole life with the same person appreciating the dedication, ignoring the mistakes, supporting even the wrong decisions and enjoying growing old with someone.
Perhaps, growing old with someone is a thought which brings smile always.

Perhaps, we all find a person to grow old with, to live with, to love life as we love him/her.
So, take a break from the busy life, look around - you never know what life keps in store for you.

In the hustle-bustle of a city life,
I saw a little baby dying,
the old men crying,
and the youngsters enjoying.

In those long lanes,
I saw a different world around.
The silence crawling by,
and winking at the pain.

That one window pane,
which used to see the rains,
enjoy the tea,
and endless talks
is now no more found.

That one door,
where everyone knocked,,
from a long time
has not heard any sound.
People,
whose talks mesmerized everything
has been lost in their own world.

Clutter is the only word,
which matches every feeling.

The beauty of life is,
it makes you smile in times of pain,
and shed tears in ecstasy.

My heart drops,
Clingy still,
It's a beautiful day,
The wind touches me slightly,
vanishes in the dark.
I can still feel the charm,
soft, gentle and calm.

The trees swing swiftly,
I watch,
I smile,

The solitude made me a better observer.

Lost words.

The little pleasures,

The simple gestures,

In spite of everything,

when everything seems fading.

The perfect winters,

where sun plays hide and seek.

The rains which are often missed.

Of all the things,

Which made me,

I want my WORDs back to me.

How can I let thou leave,

you are a reliever

You make me believe.

But, when I find you lacking,

my heart breaks.

It pains,

it drills.

But, nowhere can I reach

the destination which is Insane.

If Prayers could be moulded,

I would ask:

To get me my happiness and peace.

 Words.. my words!!