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Sunday, March 16, 2014

Boundaries of love?


How much to love?
How much to express?

To what extent to try to define?
How harder to struggle to understand?

How farther to go to find?
How just to ignore?

How wild to turn to prove?
How wise to give up?

Follow who to feel safe?
Forget why you fall for for?

How sweet to taste?
Why painful to hurt?

Till when to wait?
This lust is must?

How hasty to hate?
How frightened of fate?

How soon to surrender?
How strong to fight for?

Boundaries of love?
But how..... 

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

pie in the sky

Where the world is colorful,
And I would wait till eternity,
To sit beside you, beautiful,
Wishing it were a reality.

Ever have you dreamt a dream?
So full of happiness,
It makes you alive and scream,
Driving away the dark emptiness.

We walked hand in hand,
Scented but brisk was the breeze,
To our far away land,
As we cuddled not to freeze.

The path filled with fun,
The more close we got,
I open my arms and I run,
To feel your body hot.

Courage your company lends,
A stall of hot cross bun and the stream of the meadow,
As the road bends,
Two were we but casted one bright shadow.

Neither waned I to be awakened from the dream,
Nor would I fall asleep in it,
As your eyes gleam,
In my fingers yours fit.

So close were we,
To the castle of love,
Yet I miss thee,
Somehow!!!

The things and the joy,
Your enchanting voice called out “oy!!”
As the dream got shallow,
Nearer I was to sorrow.

Each other as we face,
Legs half dipped in the meadow dear,
Golden bright sun and your eyes of grace,
Only I woke up with running tears.

Alas! Tears they fade,
So does the dream,
But I smile in pain,
Wishing this was all real.















Saturday, January 18, 2014

fools' paradise

deep beneath in the eyes of the fierce tiger,
you find a deep sorrow & sad guilt.

in the bravest of the soldiers,
there is also is the kindest being.

rose the king of flowers,
had surrounded it self in pain.

death where is,
is where birth too is.

after being hurt,
also we still hope.

dearth always balances,
abundance of elsewhere.

even amid an ocean,
thirst still prevails.

the happiest of the jokers,
couldn't defy death.

oh poor love,
cruelty shadows over it.



Thursday, December 26, 2013

Faith

Every fallen seed,
And the withered leaf.
Understand their need,
Follow their lead.

A new leaf starts to bud,
Taking the place of the withered leaf.
That fallen seed,
Is what now is a new weed.

Every evaporated drop of water,
Shall come back to earth.
All stars lost in space farther,
Shine bright when watched with faith.

A closed door,
Isn't the end of your path.
Find surely you will, 
Another way down the hill,
But not to halt. 

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

---The Rainbow---



Dark clouds engulfing the bright sun,

Taking away the comfort in the warmth of your hug.


Furious winds making it more chaotic,
To trace the path that would lead me back to you.

Then follows the rain,
Making it difficult to look up at the sky & wander in search of you.

Trees have fallen,
Obstructing me to reach you over this long distance.

My screams are out sounded by the thundering,
And the crazy lightnings that scare me into hiding.

The smell of the rain at first gave me a happy thought,
Which later on only added to the pain of separation I was suffering.

My tears went unnoticed,
For the rain covered it up.

I shouted louder, but waited longer.
I tried harder, and I ran faster.
The path lead nowhere, you must be farther.

For once I wanted to stop & head back to where I started from,
Only afraid to continue, but more scared to give up.

A faded vision of the world behind is what I see from where I stand,
And far emerged some colorful thing.
Which I sure was a strong imagination, of what you look like,
For I was lost in your face & charm.

But it grew only brighter & vivid,
Bringing back the lost hope & driving away the darkness of the clouds.
That is when I started to feel,
You were holding me from behind & so warm I was as the dew cleared away,
As the wind blew harder.

There smiled THE RAINBOW,
Like the Gods blessing from the above.


Saturday, September 22, 2012

Copyrighted

Words are truly from heart & are not copied from else where. You are free to use them but credit me. 
  • When you want to save someone from falling into trap, they often fall into it & pull along too..
  • You will only find it when you are ought to find it even when it is beside you or even when it is your own self...
  • Even when you say the truth a girl never keeps quite until she listens what she thought the truth was...
  • It is said that God can't be on earth so he created Mom but I say Mom can't be everywhere with us so we have Friends!!
  • An artist who can appreciate the art of other artist is truly an artist...
  • I may not be the secret of your smile, but I don't want to be the reason of your tears!!
  • When you truly care for someone, their mistakes never change our feeling for them coz it's the mind that gets angry but the heart still cares..
  • Sacrificing your own happiness for the joy your beloved ones in my opinion is the truest form of Love!!
  • Some people the reason of our lives, but some people become our lives...
  • Start your day Love & Love will you carry you throughout the day...
  • When someone says that you are lucky to have them in your life, what they actually mean is that they are really lucky they have you in their lives...
  • Beautiful thoughts cross our minds when we interact with beautiful people...
  • Even after being surrounded by thousands of people if someone feels lost, he is lost in love!!

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Should I Quit...??








Never was it a question whether you loved me or not,
Because your words distinctly answer that…
But now it is whether you love only me,

Or is anyone else just like me…???


Say it out if you want not me,
I feel bad and I would regret…
For having come into your life and have lived in a dream…
I understand it hurt sometime,
I repent and am sorry after,
I trust you with my whole heart,
But I don’t want to repent to having trusted you…


It quite a time since it all happened,
I feel bad and I am sad…
You too may be are feeling the same way I do,
I know…
But now I am struck and confused,
Left with an unanswered question striking my mind…
Should I quit….???
And your actions are the answer…..


Wednesday, January 4, 2012

PRISONER OF THE WAR!!


The dew drenched bench,
The rusted bench,
The dirty path,
And the shattered pieces of glass.


A cool breeze,
The howling wolf,
Sound of the waters hitting the shore,
And that shabby little whore.

Far across the street a blinding light,
Beautiful white and very bright,
Mistaken to be the moon,
Which has not yet rose in the sky to its full height.

Few more steps closer,
Not a moon I find,
I found a street light,
Fog hid the lamppost behind.

Mom I was afraid,
Not of death,
But how would I make out,
Of the cruel world's depth.

I was brought to this far away place,
Where even the flying butterflies often left me amazed,
I held Papa's finger tight,
He motivated me not to fright.

I and Papa weren’t in the same room,
All the daylong I spent with a broom,
Every time I cleaned the corridor floor,
An officer would spit across the door,
And say in a harsh sarcastic tone,
“Do it again fella!!”.

I thought it was some kind of a game we were in,
Where the most obedient wins,
Only later I realized,
I was a top with no spin.

Very less of Papa I see now-a-days,
But I really miss how a lot more,
Days were full of work,
And sleep was a hard luck!!

Many nights I spent crying,
Wondering what Papa was doing,
After a very long time I got a call to visit Papa’s cell,
It just resembled me the feared hell.

Neither was he weak nor was he ill,
Fellow prisoners said that he was threatened to be killed,
I never even in my scariest of the dreams I dreamt of it,
To be all by myself and mourn for at my Papa’s feet,
He was murdered brutally,
I witnessed the cruelty at its peak.

No one to care,
And nowhere to go,
Now that I decided to escape,
But didn’t know how..??

A decade and a half of careful planning,
For the right moment to escape I was waiting,
Alas!! I am out now where I dreamt of,
Unfortunately it’s not the same as it thought of.

I go back in there I die,
And I walk forward too I die,
But I will never back down,
I would gypsy from town to town.

I will fly away to a place really very far,
Where I would no more be a PRISONER OF THE WAR!!

Saturday, December 31, 2011

With The Swing Of The Racquet





The bright sun,
And the Violet turfs,
With the swing of the racquet,
The ball surfs….

High energy,
Full josh,
The crowd roars,
And lose their hosh…

Tie breakers, Set breakers, Match points, Set points,
All these terms together,
Keep us spell bound forever…


The fenced wall to keep the crowd out,
Referee decides the in & out.
The ball bounces to & fro,
All with the swing of the racquet …

Fore hand to smash the ball,
And back hand to volley,
Thud!! Goes the ball,
And it’s no more a melancholy …

The hard clay,
And the green glass,
A thousand of fans,
To see you play…

Either Mr. Federer,
Or Mr. Nadal,
All that decides,
Is the swing of the racquet …

To win & to lose is all a part of the game,
Either you or I would rise to the fame,
To rise to fame like a tail lit rocket,
Is all decided by the swing of the racquet….






Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Saikor Is A Nice And Wonderful Place


I went there when I was 10,
Hardly knew to write with a pen.
I was so dumb that I dint speak or hear,
Even I dint know that I had to fear.
All in my mind was to fly an aircraft,
Which my Dad said was taught here.
Some faces were familiar,
Some faces were new,
The ones with a smile were very few.
It was all like some sort of a forest,
Where I had to plant my future and harvest.
Crash course was scheduled in the beginning week,
To make them brave those who were weak.
Later they came with the bag packs, the seniors,
For the first time I was called the junior.
Kakatiya Pallava Pandya and Maurya housed the junior ones,
Mogul Gupta Chalukya and Gajapathi were senior’s dens.
We were afraid to walk, we were afraid to sit, so we always ran,
We need to give our best where ever we can.
I miss her, I miss her, I miss her all the time,
God please just take me back to old time.
We went to class because we had to pass,
In foot ball too we made some pass.
We learned to Live,
And to Strive and Thrive.
We roared Royal,
And are Ever Loyal.
We Bloomed Blue and Dazzled Red,
Every one enjoyed the jam with bread.
We flew high like the Golden Eagle,
Life was all we had to juggle.
N.C.C was the Night mare,
Saturday nights the Fun fare.
We ate and we played,
And if late and we paid.
Tough summer days in the boring classes,
Hard winter nights when we bared the lashes.
Life was fun standing under the sun,
We learnt to shoot that old creepy gun.
Hard we did the practice to lift the South Zone cup,
After which we enjoyed the Special Sup.
Privileged were we to step into heaven,
To face the hell were we woven.
Best of our lives ended there,
Now we are spread apart everywhere.
We never knew that 7 years would be such short a time,
Here rang the Good Bye chime.
All the school time we sang one song,
We never would forget that all our life long.
I miss her, I miss her, I miss her all the time,
God please just take me back to old time.
After all we all proudly say,
“I am the chosen one…
  I am a Saikorian…”
These simple words help me pave my life’s way.
Loud blew with pride the trumpets, the bugles and the fife,
I would dedicate to my Alma Mater whole of my Life.

Jai Hind !!