A letter to my Sister

 

I remember the days when i was 9 and you were 10. We fought over silly things every now and then. Those days when mom and dad took us for weekends. And look how those beautiful days have changed. You used to wait at your school gate just to walk back  home with me. And see we have grown and how independent we could be. When we used to fight for a silly pen and a new school bag. And do you see that those days were without tag. And when dad used to give 20 rs a month that you saved and i always spent. And now doesn't those savings  feel insignificant. The nights you studied and i happily slept. Is there something that we have left? Lets get down to the memories when the guava tree was the only shade. Those memories have gone blunt but will that ever fade??

Beauty...

Beauty of nature, Beauty of mind,

Beauty of love, Beauty so kind,

Beauty of humanity, Beauty of God

Beauty of brotherhood, Its meaning so broad.

The beauty that strikes is not beauty at all,
coz Beauty is soothing and does not make one fall.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, in the words of the speaker,

Beauty lies in the inner soul of a being, beauty lies in the needs of a seeker

Beauty is free, beauty is valuable

But the beauty you gain is never stable.

The beauty you have nourish it with care,
And never regret for god has given everyone their share.

'He' was 'I' am

As the dusk comes to dawn

My heart kept sinking all along

Days did pass with a lot of pain

As empty spaces within my veins

But things now have changed and so have I

Happy to bid you last good-bye

No false hopes and no more lies

That was HE and this is I.

HEART speaks..

    
                                           
             All I have is an empty space,
             filled with blood and yet no trace.
            
I start with life and end with life,
 why is it that life stabs me with a rusty knife.

             The pain I take and the joy I give

             And is this what I achieve

             Not a single moment I left life alone
             then why is it, life is gone??

             Someday when the life will depart,
 I will still be an EMPTY HEART...

Sometimes....

             

 LIFE AND FATE ARE TWO UNPREDICTABLE PHASES...

Sometimes a man's life can be known just in few words, sometimes a whole autobiography fails.

Sometimes a little breeze blows away your emotions, sometimes a whole storm fails.

Sometimes not even knowing you are in track, sometimes knowingly you derail.

Sometimes the whole sea can't make your life rocking, sometimes just a drop makes your boat sail.

Its all the mystery of life,

                                      Sometimes it win,

                                                                Sometimes it loses,

                                                                                                   Sometimes it hard,

                Sometimes a fairy tale... 

UNDERDOG

No one likes me the way i am,

No one loves me the way i am.

people here search for a different man,

Who act's as a person who he is not

made up himself without thoughts.

They love this man with a different character,

Everyone here is an awesome actor.

All they need is an applause from the crowd,

that makes them feel very proud.

I never been in a world like this ,

The best of all I have always missed.

Sorrow and pain are my soul mates here,

I don't find love anywhere.

The way i am is without a mask,

the savior has sent me with a task.

I am happy to be different,

As i am not blown by the gloomy current.

For all my friends and all my foes,

This is how it goes,

"Love is Real ,Lovers are not

your mind is full and heart an empty slot.

Find me someday if you can,

                   

                          I promise to teach you how to fall in love again"..

Abstract Hope

                                                      I am not sad today,

                                                      perhaps i am Glad today.

                                                     

                                                     It's not that i lost something ,

                                                     It's that i got something .

                                                    

                                                    On a sheet of paper, you write a book,

                                                    and it's all your beauty how it looks.

                                                   No one to blame on, 

                                                   It's life , it goes on.

                                                  Care and Fear have opposite meanings,

                                                  that is how i am feeling .

                                                  And falls a stone from the heaven,

                                                  And i just be so craven.

                                                 It's just that the letters are present,

                                                 And perhaps looks like a crescent

                                                Half done and half achieved,

                                                Partially made and completely deceived.

                                                Life Exact, Feelings Intact

                                                I feel I'm just an ABSTRACT