Here !

Why not take the guard
Off your mind
And run into the waves
To feel the force against
Your chest

Why not let go torment
Of the past
As sand sweeps off
Underneath your feet

To utter shriek of laughter
At the insanity
Of not being Here
But what held
You to be not Here...

Greed

Days grew perilous before the horrors of night could perish. Man became a horrible soul Before the deads woke up. Before light could wash the darkness away Devil learned to live in shadows. Love was yet learning to fly but the Greed chopped off it's wings..

Letter in the bottle

When prayers stopped to work

And fate on him just smirked

He was waiting to pay the natures debt

In a dark corner of his ship wrecked

The words he ll never get to say

He had it put down in a paper

If they come in his search

The bottle will have his letter

His mother's  birthday

when he left the home

His old man s hand 

he could no more hold

The promises that he made

before he left her lone

Letter in the bottle had it all

Forgiveness he was seeking for

With stains of tear

on the letter L

The word he today understood

The waves for him had finally reached

He closed his eyes with that bottle clenched

Sun peeked from curtain's hole

Waking him from sleep long

She stood there in tears

holding that bottle and letter

A thought ..

It's not only about she or he but the life.. It's your vision which creates an image about someone, or your oneself..
It's your perspectives how you take things . If you can't love your self your own life you will never be able to love anyone.. And if you think that I am wrong then you still have no idea what love is.
First give wings to yourself and you will know how it feels to fly ..
And if you will never know how to fly how to try what will you preach about it? If you never cross the bridge if you never swim to the other bank how will you know what is it on the other side?? Just like this if you never fallen or you have never tasted bitterness you will never find out how it feels to reach the peak or you will never know how sweet is the sugar..
If you never come out and search for opportunities , chances will never come to knock at your door.
If you can't fly you have your mind let your fancy travel and let your thoughts speak and you ll fly without owning a pair of wings..
Don't bound yourself in the limits
be limitless be a good change...

A Reflection

They didn't like her voice
Neither her steps fumbling
Then what was about her
you found so perfect?

They never knew who she was
Neither she could tell them
Then what did you hear
in the words she never spoke ?

They never saw what her eyes did
Neither what her fingers painted
Then what you saw through
those glasses she wore?

They never noticed the spark
Neither they saw her burning
Then how did you discover
the hidden flint ?

They never saw her wild
Neither how she loved being it
Then what made you feel her
soul was fluttering to come out?

They could not read her mind
Neither the dreams she carried
Then how can you say her
thoughts were same as yours?

They never saw the walls around
Neither they knew it existed
Then how did you sneak inside
and met her soul?

few questions are more beautiful than their answers..

Warmth

Darkness kept it hidden

beneath the layers of Meadow

Until the warmth fell upon

and it blossomed in its own glow

Two worlds

Another duet from aakashima..Aakash and Ashima Hmmm ..I don't know how it came let's leave it on readers.. I m just happy that writing with you is great and yeah it helps me to know a part of you..

I close my eyes to travel and see,

The world in which I want to be. 

A world so vivid

A world so true

A beautiful World

To get lost into.

But suddenly my alarm rings

and I return to this world in a blink

The world of reality and lies

where to be alive, I have to try.

I fly in those dreamy skies

Where my wishes come true

and the sun is brighter in blue

I have to drag myself

out of the bed

To rush when it's green

and stop when it's red

I close my eyes and discover

The mountains and the terrains

Dive into the waterfalls and

and dance with you in rain

It’s a cage of glass

Nowhere to go

Just watch the apple turning brown

and the pendulum moving to and fro

My nights are at the most beautiful beach

With sky full of stars, to gaze

I lie down on sand or grass-field

and suddenly all my wounds start to heal.

There's a distance, a void

between you and I

Yet to be filled

which the society doesn't abide

I feel eternal, I feel divine

When I see the one with a heavenly shine

A Shine enlightening the soul 

of mine

Which guides and sets me wild and free

and takes me on an infinite adventure spree.

But I also know I have to live in the reality

full of irrationalities.

To make my own way

Even if the society thinks I'm going astray.

I'll make all my dreams come true

And fly higher than anyone, 

Yes! In this world too.

If you are too

A wandering soul

and yet to find your life's goal

It’s as simple as it can be..

You just have to close your eyes and see

The world in which you want to be..

Set to March

He has set to March

In the midst of an

over grown path

To move ahead

choice he has made

He has set to March

Rising above the 

Greed and vengeance

in world

What he has seen

He has set to March

Up the stream

Listening the voice

To create a history

Who never could

He has set to March

On uneven road

Piling up the stones

To build up

His own realm

He has set to March

To fill up 

the pages of Glory 

with 

His Legends and tale  ..

As Rain Drops

If you ask me to define

The Bond that we share

I'll take you to the

Rain Drops out there

And ask 

to close your Eyes

For you can't see

it but only Feel

As the Drop strikes

your face

Remember the day

when we first met 

A spark rushed

into our veins

And now isn't it the same?

If the answer

is yes

Remember when you said

How the pain vanishes

when we embrace

Don't you feel the same

as it drenches you in self?

Now if you agree

with me

Haven't we always

shared each others fear

And here again its

dissolving in 

our  tears.

As you can see through 

Mine

And i can as well read

your Eyes

Try to remember

What color a rain drop has?

If you ask me to define

The bond that we share

I'll take you to the

Rain drops out there

And ask 

to close your Eyes

For you can't see

it but only Feel

How will it be ?

Aah ! I wonder 

How will it be

when spring comes my way..

Frost shedding off the pines 
Clouds will not be grey ..

Warmth will wash off  
the layers of white

Along with sorrows

buried inside..

Aah ! I wonder 

How will it be

when spring comes my way..

Mist which hides me 
will descend down 

And i will forget

what is to mourn.

Aah ! I wonder 

How will it be

when spring comes my way..

Streams of ice 
will burst into water fall

The crater will be outnumbered by

fishes : red ,orange and yellow

diving in shades of blue.

Aah ! I wonder 

How will it be

when spring comes my way..

Dormant seeds will crack open 
embracing the rays

Swinging will be the winds

Land of grasses and hay.

Aah ! I wonder 

How will it be

when spring comes my way..

Birds will arrive 
and will the flies

to disrupt decades of

silence , solitude and sigh .

Aah ! I wonder 

How will it be

when spring comes my way..

Mirage

I could hear

Footsteps sneaking closer

familiar like yesterdays

Making soft crunchy sound

as they fell on those leaves arid

I turned around again

after those tears dried

holding my heart in hand

To find nothing

but myself , WAITING ..

A special Thanx to Aakash for an instant help :p ! U noe we can try  writng again ..  looking frwd ... :)

Poles Apart

She is an angel with curly hair,
a face that is full of flair
Has a beautiful but delicate heart
which continues to love even if it's hurt.

Hah! He is being called a devil since child

Face full of  mischief.

He shouts and hounds

Until he is in a good mood

he'll rarely be found.

She is like a mermaid,

who dives deep into the oceans of the unsaid.

She is a free bird caught in a cage, waiting to fly,

write poems and stories which societies don't comply.

He is like an open book

Predictable and stubborn

He never waited, as his

Patience is not yet tested

He likes to sleep and booze

unaware of the reality and rules.

Sadness doesn't wash away her smile

and wants everyone to be happy

even if she herself cries.

He's selfish and rude

doesn't care about anyone else

Except few ones in his life who have a special place.

But sadly, he hurts the ones who care for him,

and regrets over his deeds when the lights go dim.

Ah! Her brown eyes, her soft pink lips,

Her perfect chin and a glorious smile,

remains undefined

His dark brown color of the eyes,

is his charm

which steals every girl's heart.

She wants to discover new horizons to explore

Scream her heart out from a mountain top

and feel the gushing waves on a shore.

She is a  mystery in herself

yet to be revealed

He aims high, but stays low

Has a short temper and is ready to blow.

She likes to be carefree,

but still wants someone to understand her,

care for her, comfort her and make her feel whats love

It's the small simple things in life,

which makes her happy.

but still dreams as high as the sky,

Which makes her unique and special in this world of lie!

He never dreams as he gets what he desires

He never made a habit to share

Love is not his thing he thinks

Try to break his loving heart

who loves only himself.

He is free and wild,

But still caught up by something,

Something yet to find.

They never understand her,

The way she feels, the way she loves, the way she cares,

It's beyond their imaginations shared.

His heart is true and full of care and love,

But that is all locked up, waiting inside to erupt.

He waits patiently for the one with the key,

To open up his heart and grow a beautiful tree.

But to your amazement

These two poles are entwined together

Like sugar and salt in water

She melts his unwanted rage

And he brings out her hidden craze ..

They fight and tease
But have each others back still.

The roots of trust growing deeper with time

And their branches strongly entwine.  

Well its a duet written by my best buddiieee Aakash Gyan and me so called "Aakashima production" :P hahahah.. I cant say how well it came but i m happy i evoked the hidden poet inside him :P .. Moreover  i am very very excited posting my first duet that too with my bestiee  i hope we can write more ..

Which way?

Where will you run
 in this thick Woods  ?
 Which way would you choose ?

East its pride
  West its hatred
 North its ego  
South ,your tears know well
  Above its rage
  Under the ground lies revenge

Twigs get entwined
As you move inside
 Grows thick and thicker
With days big and bigger

Where will you dig
for  the love gone , lost and ripped apart?
 There's no direction left !

Where will you run  
in this thick Woods?
 Which way would you choose?

Just to be felt

Every vision

elicit emotions to me

And I find it running 

like waves within 

Hard to catch and hold

But the feeling

keeps me beheld

Is it the

beauty of nature 

Which stuns me?

Is it the

undefined innocent love

Which I can't  describe?

Or

Is it the

Stories they narrate

Which leaves me stupefied?

Sometimes,

Emotions are meant

Just to be left unsaid.

Sometimes,

Emotions are meant

Just to be left untold.

Sometimes, 

Emotions are meant

Just to be felt...

Well i think every picture, every view or every face has its own story, its own emotions.You just need to see through it .When you understand what it wants to tell you and whats it was hiding from you it will leave you amazed and stunned . And you will find it hard to describe it in words.

Unaware

Sun rises and sets

Earth turns west to east

Dawn flips to dusk

Buds bloom and  break

Needle races twice

People come and pass by

I wake up with every light

Until darkness brings the night

Time in between

is off the record

For I  live unaware

Unaware of

someone called "Me"

Wings

Give your fancy 

"Wings"

And it will wander

Beneath the sparkling stars

and silver sky

Beyond the boundary and bars

where birds fly

Give your fancy

"Wings"

And it will wander

Underneath the canopy of leaves

where sun can't  reach

To the caves

which do not exist

Give your fancy 

"Wings"

And it will wander

In the mid 

of a fairy tale

On the cloud

which gently trails

Give your fancy 

"Wings"

And it will wander

To find warmth

in lover's arm

Under the light 

of shooting stars

Give your fancy 

"Wings"

And it will wander

On the roads 

you never travelled

Into the stories

which never completed

Give your fancy 

"Wings"

And it will wander

My Song

Don't take away My Song

cause I have only one

To sing it once and repeat

if I go wrong 

then to rehearse

To tune it up on strings

and if they broke

then to rebuild

Don't take away My Song

cause I have only one

To hum it on flute 

and if air is not enough

then to blow again

To dab it on drum

and if its unheared

then to thump aloud

Don't take away My Song

cause I have only one

Dream Doesn't let me

My dream doesn't  let me sleep
Words n words
they form a heap
Intervening my course of sleep

Rush and rush
after each another
Making a fuss together

My dream doesn't let me sleep
Scribble and scribble
I make a note
Of thoughts that float

Frame and frame
those cluster of words
Into a piece of verse

Yet my dream doesn't let me sleep
Hour and hour
as passes by
I go on composing a new line ..

Well I was trying to take a nap but mind as usual was in mood of creating a new prose ,experimenting with words and to come up with a piece of writing ..so finally after struggling my "half sleepy head " came up with this ..

An Old Journal

Let me capture

The time

For it might not return

When years will pass by

and we will not be nearby

When you ll be tired of tides

low and high

Someday while emptying the boxes

you ll come across 

An Old Journal

Scribbled with words of mine

and sketches of our life

For pages will turn Brown 

but we will be there

Brisk and Alive

Let me capture

The time

For it might not return

Someday when you ll be gloomy and sad

While wandering in  hallway

your eyes will fall on 

An Old Journal

Saying "happy old times"

To bring 

you buckets of laughter

and hundreds of smile

Let me capture

The time

For it might not return

Someday when you ll be out of your mind

And will forget my name

You ll bump into 

An yellow Old Journal

written under my name

To bring back your lost friend ..

The Wait

He waited on the shore
looking up at the horizon
For the only beauty he adore
to see her ascend
in silver glaze she wore

He sat there every night
tracing her steps ,light
He whispered words of love
in the wind ,blowing
Hoping she will answer for once.

He sang for her lady love
"Tides will come and
  be gone
This mortal, Milady will
never leave you alone.
He was made to love
Love you
when he leaves the world
He ll leave loving you ."

Thousands of night escaped
he still waited
for the day she will descend
He was portraying her
in his words there
Glancing at her shadow in water
Where she stood calm  bright and brighter

That was the night
she came walking down the aisle
when Gods finally opened the door
More radiant than she ever looked
Red as rouge as she smiled
Tears rolling down as  broken  string of pearls


There she was in-front 
standing as a blooming girl
He was not ashtonished
but stunned


She held his hand
lifted him up the land
And there they were
rising up the ground
Loosing into each other's eyes


He didn't say a word
neither did she
Instead they let their heartbeats do the talk
They donot tell each other
as they both knew
clear as morning dew

Now he shines next to hers
a Star closer than others

School (being nostalgic)

School days !!
We blamed people for creating schools but at that time we didn't realise its importance .
And when we did it was time to part .
Sharing tiffins, playing games ,mischiefs ,dancing and singing like a fool ,fighting ,making mistakes getting punished and much more .We didn't care what others thought , what we cared was that we all are together bounded by a thread of friendship.

It had innocence it had simplicity .. and it still has a power to put a smile on your face.

Our laughter still echoes
in those corridors
Where we had woven
thread of our friendship

It still has our imprints
etched on  benches
And every corner
contains a vivid picture

I find us
in those giggling faces
hopping around
And nostalgia wraps me in
as I take a walk in
play ground

Follow your HEART..

I walk on those
paved path
Trying to follow
the  carved steps
As I stroll ahead
I smother inside
My steps hesitate
I try to hold on
But  I fall
and I lay there
in the eeriness of path
As I cry over
my  scars
and buried desires
A warm gush
rubs my skin
I feel the wind
wild and free
I look up to
see those
twinkling lights
taking a new direction
I stand again but
my steps deviate
to an unknown road
Lost in midst of silver night
and reckless wind.
I am walking again
But I dont smother
anymore
I am following again
But its my heart
that I follow now..

On forlorn road

I stand there
on a forlorn road
Unaware of the heat
rising beneath

Lost in those memories 
lost in the past
Lost on the path where 
I stand aghast

But then it rains and 
I regain my Identity my Name
As I get drenched  
letting go off my pain  
with the tears that 
follow the dripping rain ..

LOST INNOCENCE

LOST INNOCENCE.
What comes to your mind when you think of little kids?
I think of faces with a playful bliss , a carefree smile and embellished with innocence.

But what about those kids who don't  get an opportunity to know what childhood is?
I have come across so many children who are put to work at this tender age.They are not in someone's captive and forced to work but its the POVERTY.
Yeah ! Its the poverty which has trapped them in its vicious circle .
They grow differently as a phase of  life is missing .I noticed their faces ,they have lost that innocence  instead they look mature .They  donot look carefree  but their fragile shoulders droop with the burden of responsibility they carry.Their soft hands develop scratches and turn tough  as they lift the heavy weights.
They don't play with the toys ,don't talk of the fairytales instead they carry axes ,coals ,wood and they talk  about the ,fields ,crops , and coins.

They don't complain that they are losing a beautiful part of their life but they keep a tendency to work even harder to achieve the luxury they lack in . Poverty crushes the emotion that never developed .Few are misused and mislead as world is cruel on weak .

Its sad to say but there are millions of children"the building blocks of our future " are entrapped in savageness of poverty.

Not Alone

He  laughed
sometimes he cried.
He  talked
sometimes he kept silent.
Some felt pity
Its the age !
Some laughed
He has lost his mind !
Some never bothered
of his existence
neither did he .

No one noticed
there was moistness
in his eyes,
there was a smile
on his crooked lips.

Nah! he was not alone
but with the memories made with her.
Nah!he was not alone
but with a fifty years of life
lived with her.
Nah! he was not alone
she was alive
there in his heart.
As a perfect memory
springing with life
embracing him  as his strength .

He laughed
when he remembered
cute anger in her dark brown eyes .
He smiled
when he remembered
innocence on her beautiful face.
He blushed
when he felt the imprint
of her dewy lips.
He talked
when he felt low
to share with her
and his silence
narrated the ache .


Death doesn't end relationship its the love which keeps it burning forever .
Love is never perfect,
its about fixing  things together when it gets worse and being each others strength in  weakness ..
thanx to my friend for helping me to add a new para to it .. :)