Missing those Days

Where are the lively days?
Where are the years of innocence?
Where is the gentle bliss?
Where is the pleasing breeze?
Where are the sharing thoughts?
Where are the caring gestures?
Where are the funny attires?
Where are the silly gossips?
Where are the naughty magazines?
Where are the proxies?
Where is back bench sleep?
Where is the colorful chalk dust?
Where are the labs funs?
Where are the internals?
Where is the ragging noise?
Where are the nights of studies?
Where is the fight for beauties?
Where is the wait for results?
Where are the best buddies?
Where are the out – standing guys?

Its a war to Destiny

Lost in this mighty ocean,
With a eye on the destination,
Floating, sinking and still living.
An end would be easier,
But you don’t want to be a loser.
You know survival would be a struggle,
But you can’t take off eyes from your dreams.
You have to go and keep going,

You have to be loyal,
To the things never exist,
Though there is no reason to follow up,
Still an urge, never let you give up.
You know the path to be traverse,
Is tricky with fatal thorns,
Still you deem the loneliness,
For it’s a better bet on unseen.

After all success is never easy,
And how can one distinguish,
Between good and bad,
Between sour and sweet,
Between victory and defeat,
With never been part of it.

Yeah let the storms come in,
Let the tide flow high,
Let the world be at other end,
You are not scared anymore.
You have to go, no matter,
What it takes to relinquish your spirit.

It’s just for a while,
When nature test your vigor,
Show up your entire valor,
Blow up all the hurdles,
Nothing is mightier than your will,
And nothing else should thrill.

It’s a war to destiny,
Not a call to eternity.
You can’t stop, until life drops,
You can’t rest, until purpose is met,
And rewards would be internal to mind and soul.

Can love prevail ?

God created Adam and eve,
Or the couple created THY?
Puzzled at this weird thought,
The social order was distinct.

Few ardent, put the kin at odds,
And the mighty horses, took the race off.
Kings were results of heir’s voracity,
And scholars were ruler’s gluttony.

With each day, a religion was formed,
And the supremacy built the faith,
In form of Hindu, Muslim or Christian.
The world of that unknown age,
Publish few of the best doctrine.
But the caste, creed and greed,
Infinitely bisect those finest episodes.

Is it a war on despair belief?
Or is it an era of blindfolded clique?
Can earth, ever be in harmony?
Can someone, cast the prophecy of unity?
Can any meteor, wipe out this diversity?
Can love prevail over inhuman-philosophy?

Life !!

Arrival and departure are Eventual incidence,
And all that left is judged by its own providence.
Few count on Golden Eggs
And many ponder on empty jugs
Some forget to admire the blissful sky,
And few miss their child’s first cry,
Some strive to smile and few to shy,
The Purpose of soul remains unsaid.
Still we proudly chase the unseen fate.
The desires are often desirous,
And none understands, worth of worthless treasures.
Nothing pulls off the greedy heart,
It wants more and more than par.
Is it a myth, to win and survive?
Or belief, which passed down through ages.
History witnessed the glory and falls,
Still the lessons are ambiguous.
I deny the worldly wisdom,
And stress on imperishable moments.
Everyone survives, and everyone leaves, but
To enlighten every moment is the purpose of the life.
To give, to share, to care and to love,
Seems to be only rationale to live.

Good to be a Joker !!

Life is a show,
And we have to play it,
With no desires for oneself,
We spread happiness.
We can never be loved,
Nor can we wish for a friend.
We exhibit emotions for bread,
And we fall for laughter.
At times we kick our back,
And at times we rest on fire.
We have a magic capsule for all ages,
And we bring smile to all faces.
We giggle, but never for us,
And we tickle for everyone’s snigger.
At times we inflate like a balloon,
And at times we squeeze into cannon.
We do have a lively heart,
But we wear a mask of numbness.
We don’t know what we are,
But it’s good to be called as Joker.

Perception of Beauty !! There is a beauty in everyone's thought …

Is it an action of individual's acuity?
Or is it an admiration to the Artist?
Is it the judgments of the experiences?
Or is it a word from heartily tenderness?
Is it what a poet recites?
Or is it a Lover's pride?
Is it the spark of a mother's eye?
Or is it a nuptial ceremony?
Is it in the Rising sun?
Or is it in the dusky moon?
Is it in the child's innocence?
Or is it in the teen's style?
Is it in the graceful river?
Or is it in the mighty Ocean?
Is it in the snowy mountain?
Or is it with the beautiful valley?
Is it in the touch of an unseen world?
Or is it just within the inner self?

         ..dedicated to Pari(An imaginery inspiration)...

My Little Lily

It took entire spring,
For a bee to retreat her desire,
And a pollen from a distance island,
Rested on her feet,
All that needed now was a shower,
And few extra rays with no filter.
There was a long wait,
For the buds to form its trait,
There were so many to flaunt,
But only few survived the storm,
The scary dusk was again on its way,
And something was needed, more than a pray,
It was a struggle against Mother Nature,
And the same nature, nurtured the mother.
There comes the dawn,
To unveil the propitious event,
With a push and a pull,
Breaking through the sheath,
Tiny little petals clink on its wing…
There wasn’t any cry or sigh,
Just a beautiful smile to gratify..

Life of a Cactus

Growing for sure but all alone.
The leaves are not shady,
And the branches are not cozy,
Neither do I give flower,
nor do I bear fruits,
Spring , Summer or winter,
Are no mean , a life shower,
bee, butterfly or grasshopper,
Never shows up to my desire,
The thorns are blessing,
which reveals more about a curse,
Lush-green shapes of irregularity,
Are a true cause of my popularity.
i grow tall flawlessly,
though Strike with an endless agony.
Not cursing or blaming for my misery,
for I am sure to reach my destiny...

Ek Ghar Ho Sapno Ka

Ek ghar ho sapno ka,
jiski deewaaren apno si ho,
Pyaar ka chhotta sa ek aangan ho,
Khushiyon ke rangon ki,woh apni duniya ho,
Na aaye koi gum apni palkon pe,
Buland wafa ki choukat utni ho...
shyam beethe tere aanchal mein,
subah bhi teri bahon mein ho,
na kahen woh baat,jisse tum rutho,
Aur agar hum ruthein,toh tum manane ko paas raho,
apne baag mein,kuch aise phool khile,
jinki mehak saare jamane mein ho,
raat andheri kabhi na humme chu paaye,
chand ki roshni jahan humesha rahe,
aa bunne khwaab hum uss jahan ka,
jisme humara saath kabhi adhura na ho..
Haan,Ek ghar ho sapno ka,
jiski deewaaren apno si ho...

Traces which never Fade !!

So much to say and so much to take,

just few moments i need ,to make a stake..

I am worth of every sorrow,

which i knowingly intake...

few inches of life to few seconds of death..

never to hurt says the gloomy heart,

never to die is what the memory cries..

I am not alone,but reality denies..

everything i own,still loneliness survives..

Is this a begining,or more has to come...

Is this the fate,or the path i chose,

Never to complain, says the shedding tree,

All was worth for a beautiful Rose...

I need u!!!!

I need u on this day,

when life gives returns.

The journey which we started,

is not far from its way..

waiting alone on this pathway,

from many years and decades,

with only hopes of a miracle..

As an oaasis,or a mirage,

Come to this Lonely star..

As a reality from dream,

adorn the soul of my heart...

you are the only dream,

As a Destiny,end my journey..

come as an mighty shower,

to this thirsty Ocean..

i need u now ,

when life pays returns...