Sunday, 24 December 2017

Good Morning -2

Good morning!-2
Merry Christmas…..
Yeah ! today is the much expected Christmas eve,
Hence this message smiles  from my messenger heap,
The tenderness of it  thump   my curves.
I   read  it once more to please my nerves,
I read twice ,smiled thrice,then felt very nice,
In order to hide butterflies in my belly,
I decided  to be calm,
not to expose my excitement and spoil the charm,
I then carefully conceal my sparks of eyes ;
 wearing the Sunglasses  in the foggy dim light,
The loud heartbeats cries with delight,
 In this Christmas your letter is  my Santa’s prize,
I am flying in the sky dreaming to merge in the land of Paradise.

Friday, 22 December 2017

Good Morning Message-1

I saw some likes in my profile pic,
Little curious to know who among them liked it,
Saw one constant click in each of my posted pic,
Anxiety reached  to heights ,
I opened his profile to confirm who  is he?
The outline of his pic did n’t  gratify my inquisitive wit,
I dropped the idea to dig  and grab any  thought about  him,
In between calendar changed its date,
I never texted  or  never received any message,
Rather wiped out his visage from my coverage,
But  an inquiring murmur  lingers in my soft bosom,
One day I saw a small message,
Hidden among the pile of communication,
Caught my attention  hiiii,
I couldn’t resist ,replied back without checking the date,
Because the message  had come months back,
I waited for the reply,
But no,what happened to the person?
Let it be ,lets forget and move apart,
Suddenly I received a good morning wish in his reply,
I was in cloud nine,jumped from my bed with sheer delight.

Wednesday, 20 December 2017


I envy you grass…..
Honestly speaking I  envy you,
Jealous of you,
For your daunting spirit ,
Courageous and gusty  drive,
Your malleable approach towards life,
Your approach to move forward without looking back or sides,
Wind may move you to far land,
Though you are ignored in the buzzing world ,
You fly high with the wind without uttering any word,
You accept the unknown  earth  as soon as you fall on the grass,
Water dare not to drown you,
Hurricane fails to destroy your existence,
You sail smoothly in flood’s rage,
You act cleverly  maintaining your silence in each stage,
Though you often being neglected as a sheer garbage,
It’s you ,only you know your worth and your spirit to face the stumbling steps.

Tuesday, 19 December 2017

Life is beautiful

Life is  beautiful,
Indeed wonderful,
When I am needed by you,
 Measured as the person remarkable,
Lovable  and adorable in all fluctuations of the stage,
When my presence creates ripples in your base,
In my absence you search me in craze,
My  heart dances with jingles of alphabets,
My earth glows with the impact of the Sun’s blaze,
I sing heartily and consequently,
 my fingers rapidly runs in the piano base,
The dew drops in my chamber  evokes  a beautiful feeling,
That I am the precious in your  diary,
I wait for the sunrise ,thank  the night,
Love to be in sweet dreams,as if I touched the mirage.

Monday, 18 December 2017

It is life

It is life…..
It is difficult for me to hide,
Hide beneath the lights,
Living in darkness,
With much pretention,
So much assertion,
And the hesitation to
Walk with the mask,
Each attempt to prove my image that I am of your class,
How long will I breath in this farcicality,
Is this not true, when water evaporates,
The land without moisture is not acceptable to the grass,
It is not true, once the hive is broken, bees rush far,
Leaving their precious nectar in the same landmass,
When storm advances ,sailors are advised not to travel in the sea,
The demonic waves sees none ,spares none ,
Just march on and on……

Thursday, 14 December 2017

Are you with me?

Are you with me..
Since you took my breath,
I am fixed in one paradoxical sway,
Neither can I move away,
Nor can I remain quiet through out the way,
Certain susceptible questions cripple my mind to doom say,
Whether you intensely mean your verbs,
Or you simply utter the words to touch the waves of my shore,
Every night during my conversation with Stars,
I ask, are you really the God send or the myth for whom,
My grey trust shines golden when sun cast,
you are my mermaid, you are my fairy, you are my angle,
That is my hallucination in all of my story,
I weave verse ,I write stanzas, I hum love songs,
To please your heart,
With out knowing ,do I really beep in your pulse?
Do you feel same as I feel so?
Questions and questions ring in my mind,
Quite uneasy for me now to carry such puzzles and move in single line,
Hence to end my worries,
Convey my dearer ,Are you with me?

Tuesday, 12 December 2017


Waiting for you…..
Is  killing me…
Living  because waiting,
It is pinching,
Bit hurting ,
I am  hanging around to satisfy my yearning,
The seconds are longer,
Days are longest and month is pitiless,
Ah! In this cruel minutes your thoughts are softest,
Like the oasis in the Sahara desert,
I quench my thirst  in fancy,
I satisfy my hunger staying in fantasy,
I meet you in my castle of sky,
I hold you tight ,so that you can not fly,
 I dream and loom  hundreds of lyre,
 tolerantly I wait for you,
To share my tale of sufferings
Sometime pleasing ,the very next time tormenting,

Monday, 11 December 2017

The Enthralling Light

In the still winter night,
I am surprised to see the smile of light,
 slowly marching with delight,
I could inhale its fragrance,
I could touch its brightness,
I could feel its alluring embrace,
It’s all so soothing,
So captivating, so enthralling,
I couldn’t avoid my eyes constantly from staring,
The calm presence of it making me nerve stirring,
I want to have it ,just want  grab it in my palms,
To keep it protected from any charms,
The virgin light has created my land divine,
My excitement knew no bounds,
Spring entered to my house,
The   flowers of my pot vegetate with vagaries of color,
My heart danced and danced to mellow,
I started living and coming out from yellow,
My earth bloomed with thousand  shades,
In my winter days ,this rage is a visage to drift me out from my actual stage,
I am now addicted to its sweet beverage,
I fear If I lose it , its petite sustenance, I may be in chaos throughout the year.

Saturday, 9 December 2017

It's happening

It’s happening…..
Believe me if you like,
Or disbelieve me if you don’t like,
to tell you the truth is what I feel in this moment is right,
It’s happening, yeah! it happened,
You snatched my breath and I am not fine,
When I saw you in crowd,
 suddenly ,in that spur of the second,
my heart and breath started singing loud,
Yes its you, whom I see in my dreams,
 its you, for my heart is ringing,
 its you, for my face is glowing,
its you, for my mind is weaving ,
Stanzas to gift you as a bouquet of super rhyme line,
No wonder if you ask me for the reason  why?
No wonder if you say me crazy and then deny,
No wonder if my words seems superfluous to your regulatory line,
What to do ?How will express my view?
I am already stricken  with  this mystery of fathomless feeling  ,  
And its happening.......

Thursday, 7 December 2017

December wind

O cool December wind,
When thou ping to my skin,
The bumps in me sing,
The melody of coldness,
In its finniest  pitch,
The hot puff from my mouth swirls,
Cool feet inside the warm socks twirls,
The woolen blanket is in high spirits,
After months it is seeing our fervent likes for it,
Warm welcome to the Christmas tree,
The Christmas carol and the great Santa’s gifts,
The winter vacation and picnic trip,
Then the Christmas eve ,variety of cakes and pastries in shop bracket,
Will lure us with different shades,
The DJ night in New year’s eve , cracking the floor bit by bit,
Bursting   of crackers  and beatification of lights will sing ,
New Year is approaching.

Wednesday, 6 December 2017

That Day

That day…
That day is probably the end of our day,
We never interacted after that day,
Yet missed more after that day,
Wanted to meet more after that day,
Mind became more restless after that day,
All my dreams clad with you after that day,
I started listening sad songs after that day,
Stopped my conversation with stars after that day,
I  forgot to smile ,forgot myself ,after that day,
I see your image in crowd,
 I  visualize your picture in  the posters  of hoardings,
I don’t gather rose and I don’t practice prose ,after that day,
I live just to live ,I walk just to walk,
I want you by my side, but after that day ,
I know it is of  no meaning,
You will not return and I will also not run after this inane feeling.

Tuesday, 5 December 2017

Before I met you

Things were different before I met you,
I use to search the adorable word in the dictionary and its usage,
I use to think it a silly game ,and a severe mistake,
I use to write the word with out profound knowledge,
I use to hum myself with melodious duets,
I use to learn the lines of romantic dialects,
I use to roam listening the songs of passionate subject,
I use to dance in the rhythm of fervent rhyme,
I use to move aimlessly thinking no one mine.

The day I met you..
My diameter changed,
My rotation is centred,
My attention sees nothing except you in my bosom,
I see your image in the Moon,
I feel your sparks in the hot Sun,
I cool myself in the windy breeze,
I remain calm when thunder strikes in front of my dome,
I could sense the rapid vibration in my nerves,
When you are near to me ,and when I hear your voice over phone,
I could realize the meaning of this vast term,
Love ,the most mysterious word I got to know.

Monday, 4 December 2017

Conversation between two

Boy- oh dear! Where have you disappeared,
The Moon has descended its throne,
Dazzling stars are making my fun,
Come soon I am waiting since dawn.
Girl- Oh dear! sorry being late,
I know you might be bit annoyed,
But dear see those hovering clouds,
For them only I created this mistake,
To come here to  meet you late.
Boy- My darling ,now  do not blame the clouds,
Should have seen the strings of time watch,
 they didn’t speak about our conference,
Perhaps you were busy with some one else.
Girl- How dare to think so,
I have  come overcoming all the obstructions,
Only to meet you,
Is this my reward I receive from you,
The abusive language and grumbling face,
No smile not even a gift,
No tea, no ice cream,
Bye Bye , lot of my work pending.
Boy- O my sweeter than honey,
Please don’t go leaving me ,see I am crying,
God Promise !I will never say hurting,
Sweetie dear you can of course come late,
I will wait for you ,simultaneously I will be chatting with other girl friend in net.
Girl- what??

Saturday, 2 December 2017

Whole Day

Where were you the whole long day?
No message in messenger,
No message in whatsapp,
Not even a single phone call,
Not concerned to inform me through mail,
Just killed my whole day,
Through out the day I checked my posts,
Surfed in net, just to get a clue of your missing tale,
Worried and anxious about your whereabouts,
Sincerely praying for your goodness in my silent bouts,
I started asking all the questions in one flow,
She smiled and whispered ,Is it?
I was busy the whole day,
I am sorry for your sorry state,
My anger bubbles vanished in thin air,
forgot my day long affair.

Wednesday, 29 November 2017

Good Morning Message

May be I am wrong,
But this is bond is so strong,
When I wake up in morn,
First thing I see is my smart phone,
 to see your good morning message  and refresh my mood day long,
When the message is missing ,my heart starts sinking,
I start thinking what might have happened to you my darling?
Are you not fine ?why your message is missing?
All the stuffs keeps me disturbing,
I couldn’t focus on any thing,
Its all because of the absence of sweet good morning voice in the morning,
Morning to noon ,then  from  evening to night,
My eyes keeps blinking time to time  to the mobile screen,
To see you ,hear you, and to receive your lovely messages ,
Which now became my lovable wine,
So I wait ,get perturbed ,run here and there ,
Only for your message which I really care.

Monday, 27 November 2017

Just another day

Just Another Day
Just another day passed waiting for you in my way,
You came to me with abundance rain, gain
Rain water  gained  rally of delightful spray,
And I became influenced with  the  weather,
Your fragrance I captured in my soul forever,
You snatched my breath and desirably I accepted you as my soul mate,
 storm created the rift,,
You took shelter under the cozy sheet,
Leaving me behind ,waiting  for just another day.
You  came silently ,
overlooked my state ,
and went away quietly without checking the wrecks,
I tossed  and toiled in pain,
I now hear my sigh ,remember  our  laughter ,
From every corner of my shutter,
Waiting for just another rainy day.

Sunday, 26 November 2017

Wish I could

Wish I could…
Wish I could check my beats,
Wish I could measure the depth of the sea,
Wish I could restrict my hips,
Wish I could control myself from climbing the cliff,
Wish I could evaluate the blue tides,
Wish I could tell my breath that I have to walk without the fragrance of its site,
Wish I could instruct my heart that now you have departed from my path,
Wish I could tell the stars that I am one among them, wide awake through out the night,
Wish I could tell the Sun to send some soothing ray in this winter day,
Wish I could stop dreaming roses and its pricks,
Wish I could dive very deep into the chilled water, to get solace from the summer heat,
Wish I could fly above and above ,never to return here any more,
Wish I could stop listening the whisper of my thump,
Wish I could really overcome all these…..

Saturday, 25 November 2017

Your two words

I became mesmerized with your voice,
Then became captivated with the sparks of your sight,
Your words magnetized me ,
empowered me to walk in broad light,
Those two words of assurance,
The two words of perseverance,
Two words preaching endurance,
Turn  me  to live in trance,
All my sentiments  softened in a glance,
Next  the melody of your guitar lured every stanch,
Your two words  enliven in me the glimmer of romance,
I started dreaming in day time, counting stars in night time,
Looming  fairy tales in bed time,
This is all because of your two words……

Friday, 24 November 2017

I want to.....

I still want to hold the strings,
Of the broken vessel,
Want to hear the sound of bygone castle,
Want to drown in the fathomless mysteries of the ocean,
Want to peep into the depth of  your  affection,
Want to listen music from all the direction,
Want to sing with you like the cuckoo in autumn,
Want to cuddle each moments in my bosom,
Want to lost myself among the sparks of your eye’s motion,
Want to hold your hands and  courageously will move for the beautiful creation,
Want to be yours  in this generation,
But  the pranks of the universe has set another story ,
Which changed your attention,
From me…………

Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Strange Thing Happening.....

Strange thing happening,
Unknowingly and unconsciously I am drawing,
Towards the surprised gathering,
Exchange of laughter,
Some leg pulling,
Some jokes cracking,
Some baseless stories weaving,
Some exchange of words,
And then again waiting,
For one more dawn for the meeting,
The air too smiles,
When it sees us smiling,
The Earth too shed tears,
When it witness our souls searching solace
In the cool ice spheres,
unintentionally we are moving,
Towards the path of yearning,
Little to little pulling and resuscitating
Ourselves to a new grooming,
Taking care of each other's presence and belongings.

Saturday, 18 November 2017

when we met

We meet thousand times in thoughts,
thousand stories we weave,
thousand songs we reap,
thousand words we plan,
thousand dreams we dream,
thousand lines we prepare,

But finally when we met,
We were silent,
Beeps were violent,
Eyes were jubilant,
Legs were turbulent,
Lips were reluctant,
To express the ecstatic lines,
That because of you,
Now life is pleasant,
Days became lovely,
dreams became sweet in every evening,
Gorgeous stars became friendly,
To both of us ,and we are no more lonely….

Thursday, 16 November 2017


Too much to ask
 Carrying  so much in my heart,
I move alone in my path,
With the burden of words,
Dancing day and night,
Why really you part?
Did you ever thought of me once?
How I spend my nights?
How lately my sun rise,
How the seconds bite,
Uff! Every day I end of questioning me,
Why I think of you,
Why not I hate you?
Stifling and pinching me inside,
Like a robot I perform my duties,
But if ever I meet you in the world of proliferation,
There is too much to ask………

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

My Tribute

 Your masterly entrance broke my reverie,
You and your guitar stupefied the territory,
I followed you crossing my periphery,
The  route started glittering in my imaginary,
In all along the way I rush behind your melody,
Slowly and slowly your song intensified in my memory,
Like an adhesive and I can not debarred myself coming closer to the hostelry,
Of  pure feelings and fathomless gallery,
At last my soul found someone whose touch heighten my fantasy,
Which made me dip, made me fly, made me climb, all the rocky terrain,
Easily ,smilingly ,pleasantly  carrying the fragrance of yours in my bosom elegantly.
Hence this song is a tribute to your artistry.

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Wish I could go back

Wish I could go back,
To the days when we  met in the rain,
 Those were the days of amusing splashes,
The days when we use to sing with the chirping birds,
The days of collecting champa flower  to gift each other,
The days of pulling towards one another,
The days of magical  longing for each other,
and  all  those rides under the of sun –blanched globe,
The days of bunking classes and holding each other’s arm ,
Inhaling abundance of  air ,kicking the sand balls on the shore,
Those special moments curl me in lonely hour,
I cuddled it very close to my core,
Those touch of your sensitizes me till now.
Years rolled in it’s way,
But I moved with these  ,keeping it as a secret in my closed chamber it date.

Sunday, 12 November 2017

What happened to my eyes?

Don’t ask this question,
What happened to my eyes?
Yap, something troubling my sight,
Something making me unrest day and night,
I see your image in floating water side,
My heart has become stubborn,
Imprinted your carbon copy in my bosom,
After this you are asking me a million dollar question?
Why so ? oh! this is hurting my sensation,
You have become a part and parcel of my imagination,
I visualize your picture among the tempestuous ocean,
I see your curve in the river’s rotating motion,
I  hear your speech in the  deep silence of my meditation,
In  all this my eyes are supporting with utter affection

Saturday, 11 November 2017

One another

Yes! We don’t talk anymore,
We don’t text anymore,
We don’t see any more,
We are friends no more,
Still  we never forget to peep one another,
Stare a secret glance to one another,
Watch cautiously to one another,
With out the utterance of single word to one another,
Probably the lump is still there for one another,
Probably the crush still existed in a corner for one another,
Probably the feelings sometime revise old memories of one another,
Probably a hidden longing is persisting for one another,
Uff ! we are friends no more,
A secret admirer to one another.

Friday, 10 November 2017

Easy Vrs.Uneasy

Living without you is not that easy,
Staring at the blank spaces  may be easy,
Hiding behind the concealer  may be easy,
Wandering aimlessly may be easy,
Talking with sounds of waves may be easy,
Singing with the lullaby’s cloud may be easy ,yet,
Driving you out from my memory is not that easy,
Wiping out your image from my canvas is not easy,
Ripping  off myself  from everything is not easy,
Hung between easy and uneasy ,I am crazy,
I see myself standing in front of the river, hence dizzy,
Every day is uneasy ,I fight with in me to remain easy,
I try my best to look easy ,though  internally me giddy.

Thursday, 9 November 2017

Just Moving on

Just moving on……
I forgot to smile,
I forgot to breath,
I forgot to dream,
I  forgot my beats,
I want to forget the land I lived,
I want forget the wind that disturbs my sleep,
I want to forget ,the cuckoo and its speech,
I  hate myself ,why I remember these?
I hate the breeze which pinch on my stitch,
I hate the flecks,  who tease on my wreaks,
But ……..but……,
I am in love with the buff,
I am in love with all  the stuff,
I cann’t move out so easily like the dove,
I hate me ,why I am still in love,
But still moving on…….

Wednesday, 8 November 2017

If Some day.....

If some day…..

If some day and some how,
 I will meet you,
I will ask two questions to you,
Do you ever remember me, after saying adieu,
If no then ,teach me to forget you,
If  forgetting is easy for you,
Then  teach me to live like dew,
If you don’t remember ,
All the words we sew,
Then surely I will erase you,
From my secret folder,where I conserved you,
If some day  …….
My memories will bring smile to you,
Then think of the countless moments,
Of mine which I shared only for you,
If some day…….
Your world will long for my occurrence,
If  your earth will long for my presence,
If the wind will whimper for my essence,
Be sure I am always for you.

Tuesday, 7 November 2017

How Long

How long
How long,
Will you long,
Me to long,
For you,
Don’t you think,
I long you,
Day long,
Just to talk,
An hour long,
With you .
Waiting is long,
My desire is strong,
Want to hold you ,
Little long,
Will pour ,
My heart song,
In front of you,
Long to hear ,
Your words,
Of praise,
Long to see ,
Your smiling face,
You came with an excuse,
Stayed little long,
Vanished among clouds,
Again I have to wait long,
To meet you.

Monday, 6 November 2017


Underneath the crimson Moon,
I stand unperturbed, lost in your tune,
The air whistles and gently strokes my fiery mood,
Thousand of thoughts playing unwaveringly,
Inside me, I feel the vacuum, I feel the fire,
In deep inside me ,you reside there,
I saw your silhouette in every empty space,
Behind my shadow ,I see your footsteps,
Your giggles I hear from the river’s meandering sway,
Seconds pinch, minutes pierce ,hours hurts, days curse,
That how I move with out you,
Dusk is conscious of dawn
dawn too waits for new morn,
The inferno for you is still there,
In each of dream of mine ,you are there,
will always remain in me till my pyre.

Thursday, 2 November 2017

Do you know

Do you know?

You know dear  ,how I  traveled those miles?

Thinking of you and listening to music ,

And imagining you by my side,

Hours of long drive seemed so light,

I feel neither exhausted  nor my limbs ached for a while,

When I  saw you waiting for me in the dais,

As soon as our eyes met ,my  energy  ascends heights,

The glimmer of  red tinge in your cheeks,

And warmth of your smile ,tingles my arc,

So with  the hot blood flush  in my calf,

Made me  jump , made me dance with excitement,

To reach near our sweet compartment,

Your greetings and your compliments ,

Are my power booster of success.

Wednesday, 1 November 2017

where are you now

Where are you now

It’s already evening,

The immaculate moon is smiling,

 the shining stars are teasing me,

Why I am alone loitering?

I didn’t feel like answering,

Oh! it’s the exultation of my beep cries,

It’s for you ,my darling!

From morning to evening,

I am waiting, just to see you,

 share with you my feelings,

Where are you now?

The moon is going to hide behind the dark clouds,

The  stars’ light is also slowly fading,

The winter wind is caressing my skin,

The goose bumps ,and the throb of my heart is fearing,

Sinking with anxiety,

Your disappearance is forcing me to weave stories,

Pinching me inside,

 I am unable to concentrate on anything,

Where are you now…

Tuesday, 31 October 2017

Amrapalli-3,The boon became the curse

The boon became the curse.

Her heart ached for the stranger,
passion surged to heights,
She knew he is the man,
For whom her spirit searches day and night,
It was he whose one glance stole her heart and snatched her sleep,
She wandered hither and thither,
searched in temple, searched in forests ,searched near the doors she knew,
But all  in vain ,the trace of handsome trader no where found,
confessed her feelings to her friend Sujata and later to her Mother
She announced in a confirmed tone
that her would be spouse is the man behind the cloud,
Days passed, in waiting ,and mourning
her beauty became an agony,
Her parents were in dilemma,
Who will be the perfect suitor for their beautiful talented Amrapali,
Mahanam{Kumar Bhatt} ‘s worries drowned him to depression,
His decision to take the help of Lichchhavigan is strudily opposed by his wife,
She guessed some heartbreak,
because her daughter's perfect beauty,
Will lure many eyes,
will fire many veins,
will hamper sure sort glory,
Simple Mahanam unable to guess some evil story,
Ignorning Pramod’s word,dragged Amrapalli to the Lichchavigan,
To solve his misery to find a suitable groom for the lady this story,
Those days were different
The whole village accepts Lichchavigan’s decision,
As the very prominent,
the eminent grey dominates the stage,
thinking themselves as the men of perfection,
Poor Father unaware of their intentions,
Presented his darling beauty in the court of pseudo chauvinistic dominion…………….
{to be continued}