Friday, 30 March 2018

Your Song

 When there is a break  between the words and music,
  I hear the silent tone of emptiness,
 my air needs more oxygen,
  my  blood becomes  thick with your thoughts,
My  heart beats  with your song.

Thursday, 29 March 2018



All of a sudden music started playing,
Some instruments became live,
Old monuments started whispering,
Air became pleasant for breathing,
Every thing became so beautiful and loving.

Monday, 26 March 2018


I finished the note book.
Ended the  battle between comas and blank space,
I erased the wrong use of tense,
Rubbed the sentences full of mistake,
Sharpened my pencil each time
 while rectifying the sentence,
My breath gasped a bit,
My hands shivered a bit,
My heart pounded loud,
Yet with my mind sound
I completed  it giving a single dot at the end .
A big full stop ,after that my pencil snoozed,
Then  I wrapped  the notebook tightly and stored it among the other books.

Sunday, 25 March 2018

My destinnation

Iam a  stream,
 flows crossing terrains,
Touching every petals,
Moving gently, not to get bruise by metals,
My run is simple,
Straight forward and  tender,
The ripples in me is softer,
Quite pleasing according my texture,
I love the dashing currents of river,
Handsome waves of the ocean,
Yet I forget not my position,
I get infatuated with the chilling breeze,
The shining sun, debonair moon,
The swinging trees ,the dancing flowers,
And the roaming butterflies,
I like the aroma of flora,
I like the air of fauna ,
I like the reddening glow of morning sun,
I like the fading flush of the  setting moon,
Simple is my passion,
Straight is my destination,
To dash and mix with the river and for further germination,,
Compatible I am with its currents,
Comfortable I am  with my motion,
To reach  my goal is my  only action.

Tuesday, 20 March 2018

Will I have to give proof

Will I have to prove me to you,
How much I am true?
How much  I am pure?
How much I am sincere?

I stopped my heart to beat,
Mind here clicks,
Trust and faith ,
Two words creaks,
With them a relationship sticks,
Without them every thing  is void and cheap.

These two words,
Assessment and judgment ,
Are two easy cushions that vary,
But without authentic proof,
All are simple allegory,
A baseless story with no roots to its glory.

Believing and disbelieving ,
Is linked to our intellect,
Believe is the yardstick of our dialect,
How to react ,how much to react,
Should be reasonable,
An individual  should be conscious of his syllable,
 receiver does not carry eraser ,
time unlike hot sand slips easily,
from the grip waiting for  no excuse or sorry…


Monday, 19 March 2018

Waiting for the knock.

You live in  my love,
You live more prominently in my hatred,
In both the cases you supersede,
And  your thoughts outshine in my base,
I kneel in pain,
I cry for vain,
I wait for rain,
I run with no gain,
I clean  the  frame,
I sip the hot,
I gulp the cold,
I walk in ice,
I burn in flames,
I stay awake in night,
Just for your sake.
Why ?
Because you supersede my thoughts,
 My Earth is waiting for your knock.

Thursday, 15 March 2018

It is very easy to say

It is very easy for you to say we parted,
For a moment I accept,
The next moment I can’t believe and
I feel angry and disgusted,
The very first thing that hurt me was,
I was rejected,
You forgot my love and
Made me stand in the shore dejected,
I cried and cried,
Decided to sail in the tides of the ocean,
Along with my frustration,
I thought this was destiny and digested.
But my paintings started fading,
My brush ,though habituated to your paintings,
Is unable to replace any other belonging,
It wants to run with your fragrance,
It used to choose color according to your Performa,
Unconsciously it reaches to the same destination every time,
From where our river started flowing , growing and harvesting
Thousand times I controlled myself,
Not to touch your shore
yet the tides of my bosom flows with your rhyme,
It is easy for you to say so.

Tuesday, 13 March 2018

Closed Door

 I wonder,
My fascination for the closed door,
I could feel the tremor,
I could see it quiver,
I could realize its shudder,
The vibration is intense ,
Making me stammer,
Staggering steps of mine ,
Are  puzzled and surprised,
Behind the curtains, the light
From the luminous  bulb  blinks,
At times bright ,at time dark,
I  move here and there to get torch light,
 My firm hands shiver to touch bright,
Thousand thoughts trigger to my mind,
Thousand times I want to rewind,
But the marks and loud voice coming from the door,
Frightens me.

Sunday, 11 March 2018

Bit Confusion

One sunny morning,
you pinged,
Surprisingly it brought gloss to my cheeks,
And then began my addiction to your clicks,
my waiting started from the morning to the evening,
to see your pics and unleashing me in facade of thee,
Slowly and slowly all my attention stay focused to thee,
My thoughts became dense ,
my core accepting you as my princess,
I visualize you in every shade,
My brush paints your image,
I caged your picture in my bosom,
Grow up insane, when I find you not in my notion,
I changed my habits according to your pattern,
To seek your trust ,faith and attention,
My day and night becomes same,
I wish for you ,dream you ,nurture you,
Diligently and carefully as no one can hurt you,
Yet I often wonder…
Do you think as much as I do


Saturday, 10 March 2018

Day after day

Day after day ,
Hours after hours,
Minutes after minutes,
  with  each passing second ,
My mind is intensifying with your thoughts,
The ebb of emotion is on the rise,
I want to stay connecting  all time,
You brought light to my darkness,
Fragrance to my dry meadow,
Beautifying my earth with your shadow,
I dream in day ,count  my pulse in night,
Starts talking with celestial lights,
My garden is glowing with delight,
Each steps I move,
In each blink of mine,
I see your image dancing with the modes of divine rhyme,
Life becomes luscious,
When I see my picture in your eyes,
With you is my ecstasy,
With out you I am dying,
This feeling  thickens in me,
I feel incomplete without thee.

Friday, 9 March 2018

Our Lines

We see each other
 from the lines
We share
We write with care,
As  we promised ,
Not to hurt each other’s sentiment,
But to encourage each other for our betterment.

In lines we live,
In lines we breath,
My heartaches  when your lines cry,
My  heart leaps with joy when your lines smile,
We live in each other’s heart,
Beeps say how intensely we are attached.

My lines bear your essence,
Your lines are stitched with my fragrance,
Even the hurricane cannot place its presence,
This is the uniqueness of our relation,
Our lines are very well aware of our emotion.
Because they are carved with deep devotion.