Sometime...

Sometime, eyes do stop,
before even you see that right.
a sense of joy feels your heart,
out your soul, from all the plight.

Sometime, legs do retreat,
before even that war begins.
you only see the loss it stores,
and it doesn't matter, whoever wins.

Sometime, dreams do shatter,
before even you go to sleep.
and you realize, you aren't sleepy at all.
So here you are, alive again,
ready to take that giant leap.

A Penned Reverberation

A bit of glow

with a little panic,

some chary thoughts

and an ensuing pic,

with a lump in my heart

and a bit in my head,

they revolve around

like some smitten freak.

when I started to relish,
my ego held me back.
I made that crazy way,
but never raced on that.
As i wished to savor,
what is that i need the most
when it all becomes dark.

The journey started afresh,
like those sparkling spheres
of morning dew...
As i searched for a start,
a bit fresher, utterly new...

when I searched for beauty,
I found a view...
when I searched for friends,
I found a few...
when I lived my life,
I searched for happiness.
when I searched for happiness
I found you...

FRIENDS- an anatomy

            FRIENDS….I think that is what we call each other….

            Oh! Yeah, ‘friend’ is a very confusing word to me. Every time I want to give a try on finding what it really mean to me, I always end up with some lousy quotations by some infamous philosophers which confuses my mind even more.

             I was encountered by a weird question some days back, when I was sitting inside my over crowded class room at the time of lunch break. A girl suddenly turned towards me and asked with bright inquisitive eyes –“hey, how many good friends do you have?”

           I just got irritated by that question and replied abruptly-“no one”. She got taken aback by my rudeness and never talked to me after that.

            But when I was fired with that question I had thought this for a while- ‘what this question really mean to me? Is there any bad friends do exist? If they exist than how can anyone consider them as a friend?’  I smiled and confirmed myself… thank god; at least I am not confused about this. I do not have any good friends or bad friends. I just have some friends.

            After a lot of assumptions and contradictions I finally got a word to define friends….i.e. belief. But the next moment I found that it also defines ‘enemies’. I know this is confusing but it’s true. For a real friend, we always have a belief that this person will never leave me no matter what happens. And similarly for a real enemy, we always have a strong belief that no matter what happens, I can’t be a friend of this person. After that “belief” gave me another word to define ‘friends’…i.e. strength. A strong belief gives us strength, either to love or to hate a person. Belief strengthens us as a person who is pretty sure about what he is doing and what he wants to do. ‘It transfers a man into human.’

  At that point I coincided with God. There are no enemies exist in this world. Two people can be enemies but two human can never be enemies. It is our belief that makes it so. We think that those who hurt us by their words or deeds are our enemies.  But what we don’t understand is that we got hurt because we took those words very seriously. And we already know... “The words don’t have power to hurt you, unless the person who said it means a lot to you.”

         So that is life…feel free to be a friend. Be human. Sometimes we have a habit to choose things. We try to scrutinize things according to our expectations. We make a checklist of qualities that one should possess to be our friend. But that time we become too arrogant to think that-“do we fit in their checklist?” that is why I always say….

                                                “DO NOT MAKE FRIENDS, JUST BE A FRIEND.”

A SHINY SHIVY STORY

A cute little shiny face,
but the bulging eyes wide open.
yeah,they are open and i mean it,
like the sun amid a murky zone.

And those jolly beaming eyes,
the candid touch of virtue it has,
where the intense of crave lies.
the crave to steal your lovely utter.
the crave to feel that ardent pleasure.
the crave to step accross the race.
the crave to fake an angered face.

Oh! I can still remember,
that first,unnoticed,crazy meet.
some mumbling words, some nervous looks,
and some rendezvous with the dusty street.

But that mumbling girl,now blabbers all time.
like every moment of life to share.
And the best part about her.
she taught me how to say "take care".

A HANDY AFFAIR

Some are playing and partying a few,
dusk is darkening to a darker hue,
roads are full with speeding shadows,
like same old evening and same busy roads.
yet, you can see it and feel anyhow,
that something is crazy something is new.

My palms felt moistened a bit,
tears of happiness, ready to blast.
the happy palm now screamed with joy,
Oh! my God...
I have got a company at last.

I saw the other palm,
and those fingers... closed, twisted,
between those spaces, that my fingers create.
filling those gaps,they are perfectly placed.

When my lips failed,
I turned my heart on.
But that bloody coward heart,
followed my lips and stayed aside,
passed the call to my sweaty palm,
Hey, dear... now it's your turn.

But when my heart and lips failed,
can't even show their novel hue.
what can my poor palms do?
to reveal, what he thinks of you.

The hands parted in reflex,
as the palms loosened the grip,
I woke up with a gasping heart,
Oh,damn !!! I was in my sleep.

THE LONELY GIRL

My chilly winter hand,
with the blisters, seeking the touch.
wrapped across my bosom,
oh! is this what they call,
the lady in no man's land ?

About the land they praise,
they say, I invade it.
but the quest which taunt me tight...
am I or was I ?

He said, the look is deceptive,
as well as the heart of mine.
but the woman heart ain't know,
they say, what deceptive mean.

With all my heart, I loved him.
 I was the sun and he, the shone.
And today, the sun is there...

shining though a bit gloomy
but alone.......

A BLURRY HOPE

Care is what, I covet the most.
Heal the solitude,I desired not.
Undone things that your eyes can't see,
Peel those layers and unveil the lost.

Receding wish,I know this is,
Uncanny thoughts of autumn breeze.
Hope is nothing but a shiny hue.
Awaiting the day, you make it true.