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.