Thursday, December 29, 2011

On the NIGHT of full MOON..






                                                On the night of full moon
                                                It's worth reminiscing something
                                                and reliving that moment
                                                when
                                                We were strolling together
                                                just for no reason
                                                You did have that gait and charm
                                                and I didn't have any choice but
                                                going on and on
                                                On the night of full moon
                                                all I had, was
                                                a crooning heart and a grooving soul
                                                at the very same time
                                                The feeling was sinking in
                                                was like almost divine
                                                So I named this journey
                                                truly solemn and sublime
                                                On the night of full moon
                                                I learned how to let your eyes talk
                                                how did even moon wade into
                                                that walk
                                                how an ocean absorbs a shock
                                                and how you said it all
                                                merely in mock
                                                On the night of full moon
                                                 this journey got fizzled out
                                                 the moon also started getting dim out
                                                 I am the one who is still so devout
                                                 in the end
                                                 this illusory night of full moon
                                                 was all about..

Friday, August 26, 2011

why...??

  


                                          A shadow
                                          takes nothing, but
                                          stands by..
                                          once walking down the road
                                          I heard a whimper
                                          all about the moment
                                          I set out,
                                          I overheard them
                                          involuntarily 
                                          and went on forth
                                          because I had to keep on going,
                                          but it all was on a whim;
                                          muffles kept on getting stronger
                                          the shadows started getting closer,
                                          I;
                                          who was bound to move on
                                          kept on groping for a word
                                          that hung in my mind,
                                          WHY...??
                                          an ocean remains calm,
                                          why...??
                                          the sun never asks favour,
                                          why...??
                                          the earth never feels the pain bearing us,
                                          why...??
                                          the people pass by
                                          but milestones are still there
                                          why...??
                                          horizon is mere an imagination
                                          still appears enticing,
                                          why...??
                                          even at the dying moments
                                          stars are meant to fulfil one's wishes,
                                          why...??
                                          we wipe everything out
                                          and say..it's life and it goes on,
                                          why...??
                                          they say shadow has no face
                                          still its recognizable,
                                          why...??
                                          we start running and say
                                          you left behind,
                                          why...??
                                          we have some tears
                                          we never let them fall,
                                          why...??
                                          we keep questioning
                                          what could never be answered,
                                          maybe it has to be 
                                          the way it is..



                                                                         ( The answers what
                                                                            I have thought 
                                                                           will be right here soon).

Monday, August 15, 2011

that's LiFe...





                                                           The time you born
                                                           till the moment you die
                                                           a thing keeps running
                                                           and makes you run
                                                           that's LiFe...

                                                           No matter
                                                           whether you win
                                                           or lose
                                                           but a thing makes you believe
                                                           in taking chances
                                                           that's LiFe...

                                                           You meet and depart
                                                            you get close
                                                            and fall apart
                                                            but a wish is there
                                                            to live for a few
                                                            that's LiFe...

                                                            No matter
                                                            it's dawn or dusk
                                                            but an enticing horizon
                                                            is always there
                                                            to reach for
                                                            that's LiFe...

                                                            You come being free
                                                             and go being all free
                                                             but a thing keeps ensnaring you
                                                             in a web of illusion
                                                             that's LiFe...

                                                             No matter
                                                             you love it
                                                             or hate it
                                                             a thing which always
                                                             stands by your side
                                                             that's LiFe...

                                                             You must not make it longer
                                                              by crossing some
                                                              pseudo milestones
                                                              rather
                                                              make it bigger
                                                              by every stride you take
                                                              because
                                                              it's not a mere journey
                                                              it's LiFe... 

Sunday, May 01, 2011

maybe It is...



                                 
 
                                                   Walking down my own usual road
                                                    I bumped into a flash of memories
                                                   somewhere...
                                                   I realized, like 
                                                   I have lost something 
                                                   but what..?
                                                   I don't know...
                                                   maybe it is..
                                                   those unseen sunrises
                                                   and evoking sunsets
                                                   maybe it is
                                                   those endless conversations
                                                   and blasting giggles
                                                   maybe it is
                                                   those overstretched sleeps
                                                   and spending hours on the streets
                                                   maybe it is
                                                   those starving days
                                                   and treat full nights
                                                   maybe it is
                                                   those fading hopes
                                                   and failing efforts
                                                   maybe it is 
                                                   those surreal pleasures
                                                   and twitching pains 
                                                   maybe it is 
                                                   those unsaid words
                                                   and buried feelings
                                                   maybe it is
                                                   a lot more
                                                   but still
                                                   I truly believe 
                                                   a moment even 
                                                   can make me feel
                                                   the way I used to be.
                                                   a moment,
                                                   when
                                                   we relive them all
                                                   with all we have crossed over   
                                                   somewhere
                                                   but not lost
                                                   they are preserved rather
                                                   deep inside the heart
                                                    because they are perennial...