blooming days

Look at how the rain droplets trickle

washing away all sorrows

n bringing in a tide of joy

for the day hath come

when the angel sends blessings

we are all lucky to experience it

for how could god have considered us worthy

of a person so delicate

that a feather would whither away in shame

yet so strong that nothing can deter her

so soft and warm

that when she looks at you

it feels like first rays of the sun caressing you gently

so sweet and caring

that you'd see a mother already inside her

so pretty

that all you want to do is look at her all day

so beautiful

like the blooming flowers of an early spring morning

and a voice so melifluous

that nightingale would want to fly away into nothingness

Look at how the rain drops glisten in the morning

for the sun is shining.. and shining out the clearer

for she has woken up

and so have the flowers and the birds

so has woken up the world!

Clutching at straws

Fiddling with my imagination,
in this eerie silence,
my mind's swept away by memories,
memories that are the elixir of happiness,
and yet make me fearful,
for they are reminiscent of the fact,
that time draws its sword,
& cuts across everything that we wish to last a bit longer,
everything that we adore,
& we are left clutching at nothing,
nothing but memories,
memories of the times that we spent together,
memories that extract priceless pearls,
memories that awaken even an emotionless zombie!!

The Confession

They used to say there's no escape from it,
i waited to get trapped,
they used to say its omnipresent,
i waited to feel it,
they used to say its a rose whose fragrance never dies,
i waited to get a whiff of it,
they used to say a person without it is like a painting without colors,
i waited to get colored,
they used to say its a feeling beyond words,
i waited to be at a loss of words,
they used to say its the most difficult thing to confess,
and now that I've found it, indeed, thats what the GRAVITY OF LOVE is!!

The beacon of poison

As the wheels of time roll on by,
i can't refrain from wondering why,
why humans chase,
a box of dreams which from the outside gleams,
but from the inside exhales,
a fire of hate,
an elixir of greed,
but the torch of hope,
a ray of light,
is the only way to help us fight,
the never ending battle,
for justice and rights!!

Sometimes - dregs of a coffee mug

Sometimes i wish people realized that hatred can be burnt down by the warmth of the fire of love
**sometimes i wish people realized that life is like sipping through a sugarless coffee and finding that the sugar was just at the bottom and we just have to stir it to find sweetness**
sometimes i wish i'd put a little more effort in finding the silver lining that exists behind every dark cloud
sometimes i wish some of my wishes could come true....

** Not my thought, taken from a forwarded message

Sometimes - the eclectic assortment

**Sometimes i wish time would not fly away from us like sand slips from our hands if we try too hold it too tightly**
sometimes i wish i could be the part of a journey that has no destination
sometimes i wish smiles could pass from person to person like useless rumors do
sometimes i wish i could bring joys in people's lives like a new born does to his/her mother
sometimes i wish some of my wishes could come true....

** Inspired from Dil Chahta hai**

Veiled Devils

In the gloom of the darkness,
of this malicious night,
whose every breath i draw seems like slow poison,
a whip of razor-sharp memories,
cuts hard across my mind,
i fail to see a ray of hope,
as spider-like shadows,
dance on the walls of my mind with unmatched evil,
as happiness plays hide-n-seek with me,
my each attempt as a seeker ending in despair,
i fail to remove the demons in my head....

A Mellow Evening

As the willow weeps gently,
trying to engulf me into a web of gloomy slumber,
i'm trapped in myriads of memories,
so joyous, yet so poisonous,
creeping in intransigently,
up onto my capricious mind,
and i'm left exasperated,
longing dearly,
for a dream that'll always remain a mirage,
too heavenly to be true,
as time gallops past me,
mocking me devilishly,
i get lost,
in the cold comfort of a voice,
crooning maliciously,
life ain't for thou,
o weak-hearted!!

Thoughts of an atheist

People tell me
a Divine power exists
up above the world.... so high
I would like to believe them
in fact I would love to believe them

I would love to believe
that there's some reason behind everything
behind failure
behind countless nights where you wonder
Am I going right?
Am I somebody?
who can take responsibility?
who can bear the weight of expectations surrounding him?
who can be self-reliant?

I would love to believe
that there's something
that offers justice to everything unfair and unjust
that takes care of usurpers and thieves
and of abusers of authority
of all that brings pain
and doesn't teach us of enmity and discord
but of friendship, love and help

I would love to believe
that there's someone up there
who takes care
offers support and gives strength
in such times of grief and strife
and of calamities

I would love to believe
that there's light just across the horizon
that gives some direction
to millions who are misled.... disillusioned
and give us power to forgive
and spread peace and work together
that gives us hope
that there's a new dawn
just after the dark veiled night
and we just need to open our eyes
to experience it

I would love to believe
that there's someone up there
who still values
a beleaguered virtue called friendship
that doesn't teach us
to keep friends close
just till school
and then use them as puppets
to be used as and when desired
for there are many proponents of such a theory
whereby friendship ceases to exist literally
something that exists only in thick dusty volumes
called dictionaries
and acquires a whole new definition
as one enters an entirely new realm
called "The real World"
Don't blame them
for they are what are termed as pragmatists
and they are indeed valued highly

I would love to believe
that someone up there
has a kid alive in him/her
who doesn't impose so many restrictions
who doesn't over-value
a set of behaviors
termed as maturity
who still laughs
from the heart
and not the mind
who offers scope for errors
and thinks its okay to folly

But as essential it is
to sift the grain from the chaff
equally important it is
to separate dreams from reality
For we indeed are living
in "The Real World"

I would dearly love
TO BELIEVE!