Its all about her and only her

Matters of heart are seen with a slightest regard,
She meets and departs, she loves and forgets.
She finds new people and burry the old.
She sings and dances after breaking every heart.

With a soothing tune, in a bright full moon,
She looks lovely wearing that sparkling smile.
Some day I fell for her in the similar way,
Here she is with some one new, left me with nothing to say.

She asked me to let loose, or give her some space.
I held her tighter and tighter, to have her more close.
Never knew that the warmth will turn into suffocation,
And my love for her would turn into obsession.

There she goes living in her own fancies,
She decides whom to love and who will be her foes.
She is free to smile and have anyone on her toes,
Still not knowing how many like me are living in woes.

It’s the same,just in a new way

Its not the little things which make me upset,
It’s the way you made them look so big.
When I think about the days we spent together,
Everything seems lovely and everything looks green.

I am not upset because you changed,
but I wonder how so quickly.
I have been insane, but I have still been the same.
I wonder when did you turn so inane.

It is the beauty of nature, when you look back,
You find it so much similar and you much known.
It is only the actors who change,
The story is the same,
Some filled with love and some filled with pain.

I am within you

From the facsimile of delight, here I am with little light.
From the background of darkness and the mammoth of silence,
Here I am to outshine.

I am not outer side of your shadow you see,
I just outgrew from the darkness to the light.
From whispers of the bounded, to the passion of freedom,
I am not the gloried master but the the slave who fought hard.

I am not your master nor am i the slave
I am you, who is hidden underneath self.
I am you, who is sleeping inside you.
The one whom you never saw , the one whom you never desired.


From the pain of of your agony and the want to be free.
from the willingness to step up and desire to rise.
you will have to push me a little more beyond your own ego of self.
Because, I am the lone soul going to be with you in this journey of life.

After a long time..............

After a long time,
From the hidden stories, to the revealed truth.
It seems similar yet a different drama altogether
It looks as if I lost it again,
But founded how to loose it again.

I borrowed words to express,
I stole emotions to impress.
But I could still be me when in anger and distress,
As I said after a long time there is a progress.

Mild and heavy packets of emotions,
Lovely and sad similar moments.
With walks with similar talks,
With notions making it looks same
After a long time it looks similar but it is so different

If I was

If I was wind who could fly,
would have no limits and set no boundaries,
before reaching your yard.

If I was rays who could rise,
would have come to your door steps evry morning.
Lifted the veil of dark from your face,
would have smiled at you all bright.

If I was drops of dew,
that could melt.
would hav sprinkled my self on your eyes
made you feel how cold, is my melted soul.

If I could read your mind,
would want to know,
how fast is your heart beat right now ?
want to know if you like me liking you.

Look inside yourself

It was bright and colored in white,
It was near me yet so far.
But I could still see it with my eyes,
With a bliss of unknown delight.

See the self in the mirror and
See the self within the flesh.
See the soul inside you,
Beside the worldly glamour and disguise.

You can’t cheat him and you can’t hide
You can’t lie and can’t misguide.
It’s inside you and your basis of living,
It’s more than the conscience you value in this life.

Hold on to you and look in self,
There it appears piled with sins.
You might worry if you did it all,
It’s your soul and only yours who will have to carry all load

Moments of life

There are moments you restrain,
There are moments from which you refrain.
You run and you hide,
You instigate and you mitigate.

You remember some lost names,
You recall some forgotten games.
When you hear that similar sounding line and think,
Oh I have heard it before some place.

Every day in the present,
You carry those past states.
Were you were loved and cared by some
And ditched by some of the mates.

Life is lovely and lovely are those old forgotten days
There are moments which make you laugh,
And there are other for which you weep.
For rest of the memories you cherish they look good buried deep.