Path to humanity

Path to humanity
We cannot despair of humanity, since we ourselves are human beings. (Albert Einstein)

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

यूँ कुछ ना होगा Love others


सारा जीवन थम जायेगा
क्या खोएगा क्या पायेगा
जब समय की मीठी धार थी बोली-
क्या तू मानुष कहलायेगा?
यूँ बैठे यूँ लेटे रहकर कुछ ना होगा, कुछ ना होगा

प्रतिकार किया तब तूने इसका
अपने झंझावातों में था तू डूबा
अब पछताने से क्या होगा विद्रोही
जब तुझसे सारा जग छूटा
यूँ बैठे यूँ लेटे रहकर कुछ ना होगा, कुछ ना होगा

जाने दे यदि जीवन है जाता
जो देता वो ही है पाता
इस जीवन की रीत निराली
नासमझा ही है भरमाता
यूँ बैठे यूँ लेटे रहकर कुछ ना होगा, कुछ ना होगा

कल की चिंता छोड़ दे राही
ये ठहरी बातें मायावी
यदि करने की तूने रख ठानी
तुझको क्या रोकेगा संसारी
यूँ बैठे यूँ लेटे रहकर कुछ ना होगा, कुछ ना होगा


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© Snehil Srivastava

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

इंसानियत Humanism


है वक़्त अगर दूर तो दूर ही रहने दो
ग़र पास भी आया फ़ासला साथ रहेगा
रौशनी देखी है हमने हर रात से पहले
खुदा जज़्ब बैठा है इंसा क्या करेगा।

उम्मीद की नज़र बेज़ार सी क्यूँ है
जिसको जाना है वो जाकर रहेगा
इन आयतों को पढ़लो इंसानियत लिखी है
आपस में लड़ने से खुदा खुश ना रहेगा।


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Monday, December 16, 2013

Let her live, men!


The wet eyes are so quiet and secluded,
Can't imagine the cruelty happened till death.
I wish we could've some respect for her,
Let her live with dignity and with no fear.

What’s so good that we are mere men?
If we can't love our own respectful women.
Life will not only end but will curse too,
Don't forget what she is and her true value.

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Friday, December 13, 2013

A thought never dies...


A thought never dies where world has no hatred,
A happiness to spread love the emotion at its best.
To believe in oneself to alter all the lies,
To trust the goodness to wipe all the cries.

When life reaches its destiny at the very end,
Then why are we fighting as there is no end.
To forgive the bad is to love the world,
Warmth is love, rest is truth untold.



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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

बिखरी कुछ बातें



बिखरे रिश्तों की बातें कुछ ऐसी
जैसे नदिया में खोये मोती
दिन रात गुज़र जाने पर भी
आँखें इनको हैं तकती रहती
कोमल हाथों की सारी नरमी
गर छूकर इनको कुम्हला सा देती
पास तुम्हारे हाथों में आकर
ये सारा जीवन महका सा देतीं

रात दिन एक दूजे के साथी
होकर भी, एक ना हो पाते
सारा जीवन साथ ही चलते
सब कुछ खोकर ही, कुछ पाते
खोना पाना ही तो जीवन है
जिसने समझा सारा जग पाया
इन रिश्तों से सीखा है जिसने
वही सच्चा मानुष कहलाया


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© Snehil Srivastava

Monday, December 2, 2013

Imperfection


Imperfection is far better than so called 'perfection'
You are perfectly imperfect and blissful being so.
The world will never adjust itself, don't ever mention,
Life will go on, its better, the sooner you know.

It’s a long chain; one has to break it once,
It doesn't matter if imperfection reasons life bit slow.
You have to burn yourself now and then,
The sunlight is never so harsh, it’s warm though.


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Saturday, November 30, 2013

The birthday night


It is the birthday night, 12:00 am. I am half asleep wishing myself in my broken dream. Suddenly, don't know why but I could feel wetness in my eyes.
I prefer to be alone on my birthdays, like I am the only one in my life. It is just a wish, not possible I know. What if all the wishes become true, possible-impossible whatsoever? What if He gives your childhood back as a birthday gift?

But there are few things which are just not possible. You cannot change your past; you cannot even go into your future- you can only live in your present with full determination to overcome with your past and to shape your future.
Have I gone mad or what, what am I thinking in this dark hour. The silliest thoughts are lingering here and there in my dreams causing my eyes so teary.

And then a slight curve on my lips shows the happiness deep in me. It may sound weird that eyes are wet and at the same time smile is there on my face but let me tell you one thing- life is all about mixed emotions all together. If you are sad today it may fade away the other day.
I wiped away my tears. Someone has truly said, “The best pair in the world is Smile and Cry, They won't meet each other at a time; If they meet it's the best moment in your life ...”
I am happy now. 


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© Snehil Srivastava

Friday, November 29, 2013

Don't give up on your dreams


Don't give up on your dreams.
You will fail for sure today or another day.
You will have to hear a lot from the world, they usually say
but, don't give up on your dreams.

Don't give up on your whims
One day you will rise up above the sky
proving everyone wrong that you cannot fly
so, don't give up on your dreams.

Monday, November 25, 2013

The purpose



Day, every day the purpose of life changes to attain the last breath. This earning, this sole earning is something more than all the wealth one can achieve in his life. A satisfaction to spread happiness all over the world, to love the humanity, to beautify the nature and to enlighten the inner self, to smile with nothing in hand and to fight for the truth. Once you are satisfied, you start earning it again, the divinity.

Whence you meet Him, you know nothing but all.
Life is not about doing it right or wrong. It is to seeking goodness everywhere. The two distinct poles of life, one when we are destined to start breathing and the other when we stop, are joined together to form a journey. Beyond life everything exists but to reach there one has to overcome this journey with utmost faith in oneself.

The realization of life is imperative which entitles you to be worthy of this beautiful aspect of mankind. The answers of your existence are questioned with every single deed you commit.
The purpose, the life are no poles apart. They are the same. This is not even question of life and death or beyond, it is to coruscate the lightning within us. Lights of no thoughts but blank.


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चुप्पियों की आवाज़ें


उन चुप्पियों की आवाज़ें अब मुखर हो चली हैं
लगता है ज़माना अब सांस ले रहा है
जिन्हें तवज्जो ही ना दी थी फिरकापरस्तों ने
आम आदमी की ताकत से वो डरने सा लगा है

चहरे पर आंसू सूखकर नमक हो चुके हैं
उन्हें जख्मों पर छिड़कने का वक़्त हो चला है
जो भी हैं, हम ही हैं ए हिन्दोस्तान
जब भी हुआ है वो हमीं से पूरा हुआ है


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Sunday, November 17, 2013

For a new beginning: Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar, 'Bharat Ratna'




The law of nature says, ‘Everything has to reach an end for a new beginning’.

For us when we were kids, cricket was always- ‘chalo bat ball khelte hain’ and we played, enjoyed the Game. Then if a question comes to a kid’s mind, ‘Whom you admire most'- it is always Sachin. People usually watch a cricket match if Sachin is batting. And if he is out, TV’s - radios are turned off. And then a long debate is started about His game at chaiwalas, panwalas shops with no ends. From a kid to an old man, on roads, in houses everywhere is only Sachin.

This dedication, love and passion for cricket are unique. It is about giving a 100%, with no shortcuts and following the difficult path without giving up in any circumstance. If you want to learn life, you must see His attitude towards life; being positive and being humble to everyone you meet, to respect your parents from the core of your heart which you can see in His wet eyes.

We have had parties on a hundred; Sachin has gifted us every time. I have seen people crying if Sachin is out or not performed well. I have seen people dying to get His glimpse. Those crackers, those smiles and happiness are in the world whenever Sachin hits a boundary.

A thank you is just not enough for what you have done for the nation and for us.

We love you. We will miss your cricket and you will be in our hearts till the world exists and beyond.

Sachin, thank you so much for all the happiness that is in our life because of you. God bless you.



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Friday, November 15, 2013

उड़ चल ऐसे जहां में- Last wish


उड़ चल ऐसे जहां में, जहाँ कोई गम ना हों,
सो जाएं हम वहाँ, जहाँ आँखें किसी की नम ना हों,
अरमानों के आसमां में, सिन्दूर की घटाएं छाई रहें,
दुआओं की रात में चांदनी हमेशा बरसती रहे

सपनो के खिलौने बनाने वाले उस खुदा से मिलें
खिलोना दे कर मुकद्दर बनाने वालें से मिलें
ना पूछे, ना बताएं कोई भूल ना कमज़ोरियाँ

दामन पकड़ कर बस चलते रहें
खेल जो बाबस्ता खेलते रहे हम, तुझ संग चुपके से देखा करें
मिल जाएं इस तरह उस खुदा में, कि फिर कभी जुदा ना हों,
उड़ चल ऐसे जहां में, जहाँ कोई गम ना हों
                                                             - Ashish Segan


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Friday, November 8, 2013

प्रणय विचित्र Love- impossible!


थरथरा उठती थी ये धरा, क्षुब्ध था विश्वास तब
बिन कहे मेरा ह्रदय था अश्रु सिंचित पौध जब
सारा दिवस बस यूँ ही बीता प्रणय की मीठी आस में
ताकता था अर्ध मानव उल्लास दिशा में एकटक

तुमको है सुनना, तुमसे है कहना - हर अँधेरी रात्रि को
चक्षुओं की भाषा से घुलकर जैसे बना कोई चित्र हो
भोर में मीठी चिड़ियों की बोली सुनकर ऐसा है लगा
देव भूमि से उतरकर जैसे, गीत ये विचित्र हो|


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Thursday, November 7, 2013

Love elements


I have seen
the sky high earthen mountains
I have touched
the Ganga and its essence.
I have felt
the warmth of mortal fire
I have seen
the breezy air and its desire.

The pretty long path of life
become so clear,
sheer meaning is hidden
nowhere but in here.
Love is divine,
love is pure, love is life.
Strip the realities,
it will be suffice.


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© Snehil Srivastava

Pain is unreal


This pain is just
unreal.
When you cry,
wipe away all your tears.
And smile till the end,
every moment.
Life is for those
who made it this real.

Emotions are nothing
but your inner self.
Craving to living
even after death.
So make every pain
an illusion.
with happiness and glimpse of your
true self.


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Sunday, October 27, 2013

And again


And again,
life continues- people around, no shame.
once said, if things have gone wrong
it only means, you are to be blamed.

Rest all,
are God true- you lied throughout your life.
your words, your emotions are nothing
you betrayed and are stabbed with knife.

if love,
exists- then where is that; to be frank?
it goes and goes where I don't know
sometimes it looks like a thorn trap.

and now,
the serenity, the fragrance, the 'me' is back.
waited for long, for this one moment
eyes are shut, spirit is awake.


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Friday, October 25, 2013

अंततः Life, at last


यूँ धीमें धीमें क़दमों से चलकर
पहुंचा हूँ अब तमस के और करीब
उन रस्तों की यादों में गुथी हैं
ना जाने कितने काटों की टीस

रौशनी सी चमक उठती थी रिदय में

हर एक ठंडी आह के साथ
पैरों की चुभन लगती थी मीठी
तुमको पाने की हर चाह के साथ

तुम लक्ष्य हो हे 'जीवन' प्रिये

पाना है तुमको मृत्यु के साथ
इस नश्वर धरा के हर कण में हो तुम
कैसा है ये मुश्किल प्रहास

तुमपर हो तर्पण अब ये जीवन,

तमस में छिपा ये सुन्दर गात
देना, है पाना समझा हूँ अब मैं
कैसा था ये प्रश्न अज्ञात!


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© Snehil Srivastava

Monday, October 21, 2013

तब तुमने कहा था Once you said


बस लिखने की ही तो बात है,
कुछ शब्दों को इन कोरे पन्नो पर उकेरने की
कुछ भावनाओं को इन काली रातों से छीनने की|
हर उस आंधी ने ऑंखें कर दी थीं बंद
और हो गयी थी जब मेरी सांसें मंद
तब तुमने कहा था-
बस लिखने की ही तो बात है|

तरह तरह की वर्जनाएं सिमटी सी थीं मुझमें
ना जाने मानवों की कैसी थीं ये किस्में
थम जाने को जी चाहता था बस यूँ ही
और रह गयी थीं ना जाने कितनी बातें अनकही
तब तुमने कहा था-
बस लिखने की ही तो बात है|

Sunday, October 20, 2013

love me God!


Yeah, I was wrong
but I am strong.
Strong, to fight for the right.
The day or the nighty night.

I have understood in deep
somewhere, to get rid of this heap.
love me God- I need you the most
let me be with you, so close, so close!


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Monday, October 14, 2013

I am smiling


It’s been days,
I could not see a drop of happiness in my eyes.
It’s been days,
you are in here; deep into my cries.
Does it mean...
Happiness is apart with cries
or
I am your part after so many tries?
Let me think over it again
and let me lie-
I am smiling.
I am smiling.


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Monday, September 30, 2013

कैसे कहें...It's- Love


कैसे कहें कि मोहब्बत हो गयी है
उनकी नादानियों से
कैसे कहें कि उनका हर लफ्ज़
मेरा सा बन के रह गया है
दिल को इंतज़ार है अब
उनका हमराज़ हो जाने का
कैसे कहें कि हर वक़्त
अब उनका ही सरमाया हुआ है

इज़हार-ए-मोहब्बत उनका
यूँ भाया हमें खुदा-ए-इश्क
कैसे कहें कि उम्मीद का दामन
हमें छूने सा लगा है
ना चाहते हुए भी उनसे
इश्क कर बैठे ए जानिब
अब तो कह दें कि हाँ,
हमें उनसे इश्क हुआ है


                                    - Nupur/ Snehil


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Wednesday, September 25, 2013

दिल की बातें- Something...


तू मुझको और मैं तुझको समझाऊँ क्या
दीवाना दिल तेरा भी है और मेरा भी

दीवाना दिल नहीं ख्वाबों का मंज़र है ये
यहीं बैठे हुए, तुझे कबसे समझ रहा हूँ मैं

कसूर हमारा है जो ना समझ बने रहे,
ऐसे मंज़र तो मेरे ख्वाबों में भी आते हैं

हमने चाहा है तुम्हे, ये कसूर तो नहीं लगता
दीवाना दिल है मेरा, इसी की खता रही होगी शायद

गुफ्तगू की होगी बहुत इस दिल ने, तुमसे मिलने से पहले
ऐसी भी क्या दिललगी, ज़माना बीत गया मेरा दिल मुझे नही देखता

अब रहने भी दो, लफ्जेइश्क तुमसे ना कहे जायेंगे
दिल की बातें हैं ये, दिल कहे तो ही कुछ बात है

                                                                       - नुपुर/ स्नेहिल (Nupur/ Snehil)


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Friday, August 30, 2013

वो जो शायर था- Lost rhythm



वो जो शायर था चुप-सा रहता था
बहकी-बहकी-सी बातें करता था
आँखें कानों पे रख के सुनता था 
गूँगी खामोशियों की आवाज़ें!

जमा करता था चाँद के साए
और गीली- सी नूर की बूँदें
रूखे-रूखे- से रात के पत्ते
ओक में भर के खरखराता था

वक़्त के इस घनेरे जंगल में
कच्चे-पक्के से लम्हे चुनता था
हाँ वही, वो अजीब- सा शायर
रात को उठ के कोहनियों के बल
चाँद की ठोड़ी चूमा करता था

चाँद से गिर के मर गया है वो
लोग कहते हैं ख़ुदकुशी की है|


- Gulzaar

Saturday, August 24, 2013

परिंदा! My dear Bird!


परिंदा तब तक उड़ान में था
जब तक तीर मेरी कमान में था
और फ़िर.…
वो उड़ता रहा, मैं देखता रहा
दूर तक फैला नीला आकाश और उसके पंख
इक बार सोचा कर दूँ
उसका हर अंग छिन्न-भिन्न
आते रहे विचार यूँ ही अभिन्न
इस वक़्त की मुश्किल दौड़ में
जब 'पंख' हैं उसके पास-
तो क्यूँ ना उड़ने दूँ उसे
ना टूटे उसका विश्वास
तभी,
कही दूर से एक तीर ने आकर
बींध दिया उसको
आकाश से सीधा ज़मीन पर गिराकर
'वो' तड़पाता रहा मुझको
मेरे चहरे की सारी लालिमा
परिंदे के शरीर से छिटक रही थी
और मेरे विचारों की आंधी
कहीं बहुत अन्दर घुट रही थी
अब रह गया था तो बस,
कमान में पड़ा हुआ तीर
और मृत परिंदा!
कहने को तो-
परिंदा तब तक उड़ान में था
जब तक तीर कमान में था।


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© Snehil Srivastava

Saturday, August 17, 2013

The first time ...


The first time I saw you
You were wearing black.
You walked straight past me
Not knowing, not caring, not wanting.
You smiled as you got to the door
And just as you opened it
You looked back.

The first time we kissed
Was in your car
Under the flickering street lamp
Not planning, not understanding, not concerned.
And then you dropped me home
And left me alone.

The first time we made love
It lasted the entire night
Gripping. Hungry. And raw.
Not spoken, not comprehended, not defended.
And when the dawn broke
Our other life began.

The first time you said goodbye
I cried my heart out
Till I could feel nothing anymore.
Not realizing, not believing, not speaking.
The senses stood still for a long time
And then it didn't matter anymore.

The first time I remembered you
Was when it rained today.
Soaking my clothes, touching my skin, caressing my face.
Not with consent. Not with concern. Not with consequence.
Just like, you had taken my heart.
The first time you saw me.
Anonymous

Friday, August 9, 2013

Love after death


Your beautification is your inner self that is cold and so warm the same moment. It allures me to pour all my love over you if there is any. I wish to hold your eye closing fragrance till I meet Him in heaven. I wish to touch your heart like forever as its mine since my first breath….I love you, yes I love you.”

A tear drop touches her soft fingers as he uttered his last words to her….

This deep sea resembles the time when we met like forever; this reminds me that you are nothing but my life. I wish to pour myself in your deepness which in turns my worth for this mere world. HE has no power on me to demise my love for you, ever. I am with you and will always be.”

She wanted to say it loud; only tears come out replacing her thoughts instead.
He was dead and so she is.

It's not you that is soothing to my heart; it's your presence and your fragrance...that reasons me to smile. You may not be with me in real but you are real in my dreams.”
She wiped her tears and her lips curved into that beautiful smile. He was gone but not from her heart.


“Every time, your touch finds my heart, I feel complete. I want to love you. I want you to love me. Destiny may not like me ever but I hope you will, once. And you know- Hope is a good thing and no good thing ever dies. I am smiling coz’ I will find you just like your touch finds my heart.”
Her thoughts and she herself were fighting with Him, God.
To wait is the only visible solution for her.


"It is even harder, not to love. When I see you my heart tells me, we are meant to be together. My all restlessness tranquilizes into eternal serenity. How can I not miss your fragrance that reasons to fade that blackness? All I can say....I...."

Her eyes were wet. It was a dream. She again called on his number and saw her name on the screen, blinking as 'My life' in her other hand.


Your glimpse reveals the truth of your heart. Your voice is a divine blessing. I want to wait living with your ‘thoughts’. I have believed Him and in His presence.”
Something deep in her heart converts into trust that she will meet him once again.
The Lord is truly awesome. Even though we may forget some of our desires...HE never ever forgets!


It’s amazing going into dreams thinking about you and teasing you there. To give all my happiness for your one smile. To behold you. To love you. To miss you even when you are breath close to me. It’s like continuing the happiness forever. I wish to wake up in your lap. You, playing with my hair. Giving me all your yummy fragrance. Don’t blush dear. You will be more qweet and I will…”
This is how, he usually pour his thoughts on her.
She is damn missing him. She is in love with him since ever.


I want to know you. I want to know; your wishes, your dreams, your inner self. I want to know, why I miss you every instant even when you are no distance to me. Why I see you close to my heart and in my arms when on earth I close my eyes? Why you don’t do nothing but always live in my dreams? I want to know the beauty in your heart. Why are you so precious to me now? I want to touch you. Yes, I want to love you.”
Nobody knows nothing, why are they not together without expressing a word of affection and love? Why it happened…?

Sunday, August 4, 2013

The beginning- बस एक शुरुआत


देश रो रहा है, क्षण प्रतिक्षण।
किसके लिए?
हमारे सिवा और किसके लिए?
जब सर्द हवा सिहरन पैदा करती हैं
तो दोष देश का नहीं
जब माथे पर पसीने की बूँदें इकठ्ठा हो जाती हैं
तो भी दोष देश का नहीं।
किन कारणों से है

दसों दिशाओं में रक्त का हाहाकार
और फैला हुआ है हर कहीं
विडम्बनाओं का रूप साकार।
इस घुटन
में जीने से क्या होगा?
यूँ बैठे बैठे तो कुछ भी ना होगा।
बस एक कदम की ही तो बात है
करनी हमें बस एक शुरुआत है
खुद में सोये हुए उस जज्बे को जगाने की

बहते हुए हर आंसू को मिटाने की
अपने हांथो से,
अपने इन्हीं कोमल हांथो से
जैसे कोई अपने बच्चे को प्यार करता है।
बस यही और कुछ नहीं
कुछ भी नहीं।
देश हसेगा, खिलखिलायेगा
और फिर हम!!




Monday, July 8, 2013

Serenity


For the sake of goodness,
all is bad, very bad.
In the search of happiness
Inner self is sad, very sad.
Thoughts are personified
into realities, fake realities.
world is not enough
to get rid of these enemies.

Rest is on you God, I believe
this grief will fade away and cease.
We will find happiness in ourselves
faith is most important, that helps.
moving on is the best thing in life
learning from defeats and when you cry.
Good, bad or sad or any fake reality
will vanish by the time; rest will be serenity.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

... and Life is beautiful


Nothing important-
'Some desires, some feelings.
World of hopes- may be crawling.
Some smiles, some cries.
never ending tries.
Continuum in defeats
steady feet.
silence! deep somewhere
curved lips but tears.
still-
beautiful life and heart
all are life's part.'
-somewhat important.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

I thought, I am observant!


I thought, I am observant.
I see people many kind.
Colored, smiling, crying, silent, angry, blind.
Some are happy with nothing in life,
some are sad having golds in their eyes.
Some are thoughtful, blissful and full,
some are all empty but cool.
Love is there and hatred too.
Why is that, I have no clue?
I thought. I am observant!

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Empty promises




I forgot myself in your arms. It was meant to be forever.
But...you are human!
You ignored...you smiled...and moved on...
I stayed...I cried...and-

I was lost in your charms. It was meant to see through clearer.
But...you are human!
You winked...you played...and walked away...
I said...I prayed...and-

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

but I'm...


But I'm too busy gazing at stars.
I feel amazing but I'm...
But I'm so messy playing at wars.
I feel mesmerizing but I'm...
But I'm no steady crying at hearts.
I feel dying but I'm...
But I'm snow easy melting at scars.
I feel trying but I'm...

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Beautiful is what- Part II


Beautiful is what?
A white swan or its pure heart.
I feel her smile deep down
lost somewhere chirping like bird.

or those soft pearls in her leg
glittering like stars far away
and that ocean like blue part
that is so calm like lullaby stays.

or those magical dance steps
and serene smile with bare legs.
those black eyes that said-
everything unsaid.

This is all you-
O' my fragrance, everywhere.
found you in here that day
when you touched and cared.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

The wishes


"Nobody values a thing until he possesses it. And when it comes to him back or for the first time, he starts disowning it. Nature, human nature...nothing more than that.
I disowned you the day I met you and now I value you more than anything in this mere world.
I wish, I hope and I wait for the right thing to happen with you and with me."

She once again read his letter with teary eyes and tried to keep it as close to her heart.
The wishes are never gonna be fulfilled as he is no more with her; he is no more in this virtual world though.

Monday, May 20, 2013

You are my reasons



I waited for you so long
yeah, I was so strong
you made me this lost
all of it is just past
you are nowhere, you are nowhere
you are in here, deep in my heart
you are my reasons, right from the start
you are my reasons, right from the start.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Come to me...



Our relationship is so strange
I don’t want this distance mere a second
my life is only yours day, everyday
all my time is for you O’ my dear fragrance
I can’t imagine a moment without you
you are the reason I breathe and stand
come to me my love and complete me
this waiting is killing me every moment.


I lived for you only, I pledged
gave me nothing but your presence
you cared like a love ray
all my sorrows fade away in silence
my fate is bind with you
I am never incomplete with your presence
come to me my love and complete me
this waiting is killing me every moment.