Sunday, July 24, 2011

An Attempt To Define....


Let me define what defines us the most,
The thread of which holds us together, keeps us afloat,
The weft, which covers, surrounds us with warmth,
Its touch is what fills us with hope!

We crave for it, every moment of our life,
We search for it in every relation, every rhyme,
Wish it to begin, every breath we take, every song we sing.
It is the elixir, the Angel within!

Our existence is its gift,
Our end would be its start,
It nourishes the soul, rejuvenates, and sparks the hearts.

In its absence, the world would come to a naught.
The reason for Genesis, cause for one’s depart,
It can be fatal and reviving both,
And still can allure everyone to its shores!

What is it, is actually hard to explain,
Sometimes it’s deep, with unfathomable limits,
At times, it is shallow, like a pond with dirt,
But always its aura is lustrous and untouched.

Can elevate the soul, can lit up the mind,
It can do wonders, can make one blind,
Berserk you go, its intoxication is mad,
It is the most powerful drug one can have!

All the stories, good or bad,
With the battle for beauty or kingdom or fad,
It is the theme, which drives Men insane,
Leaving imprints on the waters of fame!

It is the magic, which colours the dark,
The flower, which brightens the shadows of loss,
Touch which heals, elevates the Man,
“Love” is the name responsible for all mentioned above!!

Saturday, July 23, 2011

A new try.


Life

Some day wonder what is life,
Is it a puzzle or a riddle of Wise?
Is it a torment or a door to sighs?
Is it a beginning with an end in sight?

Life is beautiful, just like every tie,
It is a river flowing with a book to guide,
A book with a chapter for every night,
A book with a story for every mind!

Life is like a father, to protect and provide,
She is the guardian for every soul alive.
The authority, which denies and rejects for best,
Life is the strength, which assures the rest.

Life is the mother, who teaches and guides,
She is the one, who makes us ride,
Raise us as a child telling what is right and what is not,
She is the rhythm smoothening the riots.

Like a sibling She fights and cries,
Sucks a lot and still stand besides,
Becomes a shoulder in times of need,
Hers is the relation, which never tweaks!

Like a friend She is there to share,
The miseries, the fun, the losses and triumphs,
Takes the hand and makes us cross,
Every bridge, every road, we dread for sure!

Like a lover She shares the strife,
Makes all the crests and troughs look alright,
Brings a smile when waters fills eyes,
Hugs one tight, if storms arise!

But most of all Life is Life,
Has a lesson in store for every moment of life,
Perceptions mar the beauty of Her style,
Yet She surprises us with Her newer designs.

Give Her a chance to amaze and rejoice,
Every step of Hers is planned and devised,
To get us the best of what We deserve,
She is just a medium to reach the final side.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

For a while.....


I am walking; let me stop for a while.
I am sleeping; let me be awake for a while.
I am working, let me be a sloth for a while.
I am winning; let me lose for a while.

I am at ease; let me be worried for a while.
I am satisfied; let me crave for a while.
I am peaceful; let me be disturbed for a while.
I am sorted; let me be at strife for a while.

I am surrounded; let me be alone for a while.
I am busy, let me be a free bird just for a flight.
I am drifting; let me flow for a while.
I am dynamic; let me stagnate for a while.

I am Strength; let me be Weakness for a while.
I am Boldness; let me be Shy for a while.
I am Smart; let me be Dull for a while.
I am Courage, let me be Cowardice tonight!

I am happy; let me be sad for a while.
I am excited; let my vigour subside for a while.
I am fearless; let fear take its toll on the ride.
I am honoured, let disgust shadow the sight.

I am beautiful; let me be ugly for a while.
I am sunshine; let me be Darkness inside.
I am water; let me be drought that kills life.
I am spirit; let me materialize with the size.

I am good; let me be bad for a while
I am considerate; let me be selfish for a while.
I am careful, let nonchalance over rule things for a while.
I am sensible; let insanity be on high!

I am falling; catch me tight, it’s a slippery precipice.
I am torn apart; hold me together for a while.
I am broken; colours are coming out every time.
I am lost, love is an illusion, misery rules this life.


I am a loser; I want to win just once, to smile.
I am a loser; I want to win just once, to smile.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Was it love?


You saw me, it was love at first sight,
Things were steady, time took the ride,
We met, we fell in love, and the journey began,
And, we were together, forever to remain.

 People envied us, we were a sight,
You treasured me, I felt like a dreamy night,
We couldn’t wait, we had to see each other every day,
When the day was over, it was the voice to calm the night.

Your support and love was the world for me,
You were the wish I had for so long prayed.
Things were to transform into a story beautiful and so right,
But just then you said, “I no longer miss your eyes!”

What went wrong, what did I do?
Why all of a sudden you left me alone?
How can you say the things so strange?
Was it love, or some fun, now estranged?

How all of sudden you grew so pale,
Your words no more sound fresh, but stale,
Why didn’t you even give it a chance?
Were the things so dead that there was no balm?

 Did you even give it a thought?
Were you ever true or always sham?
How come you did not feel the pinch,
-a void, a hole, an emptiness, a ditch?

Did you even think twice,
Before breaking and shattering my dreams set right?
Did you even think at all,
Before you broke the news to me, and blur my sight?

How are you avoiding the pangs?
Did you ever loved me, or it was all a plan?
Was I a joke, some trick or a bet?
Why did you act cruel, when you initiated this zest?

There are so many questions you’ve left me with,
I am numb, with a sort of a guilt.
Guilt I know will dig into me,
To find an answer to all the misery!

Guilt that I fell in love with you,
Guilt that I dreamt, to be with you.
Guilt that I ruined my time,
For someone who just said, “I miss you no more. I think it is the time!!”