GIFT OF NATURE

NATURE

BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS

FULL OF FRAGRANCE

GREEN TREES

REFLECTING RADIANCE…………

THE REDNESS OF THE FLOWERS

FALLING AS A SOOTHING SHOWER

GRACE MY DAY,AND

REMOVES THE HAY………..

SHINING SUN SCATTERING BRIGHTNESS

GLITTERING DROPLETS OF MORNING DRESS

GIVE MY EYES A SOFTENING CALMNESS……………….

CHIRPING BIRDS THE NATURE INHERIT

WEARING THE COLORS OF MAJESTIC SPIRIT

THE WHOLE SCENE LOOKS LIKE A PAINTING

ALWAYS FLAMING,CREATING AND IN MAKING…………..

A LITTLE LAG

I WANT TO WATCH
THE BLISS OF MOON
STARE IT LONG AND
TREASURE ITS GLOOM

FEELING THE CALMNESS INSIDE
WANT TO SLEEP IN LOW TIDE
WINDY THOUGHTS OF MINE
WANT TO REST FOR A WHILE

DAYS FULL OF SCORCH
AND NIGHTS OF SURGE
RACING AND GUSHING
MY THOUGHTS SUBMERGED

WANT TO HOLD
AND REST MY MIND
WATCHING THINGS
PASSING BY

THE FIRE NOW KEPT,SAFE IN CORE
AWAY FROM THE WIND,
STOPPING BY AND WANT TO MAKE
MEMORIES SOME MORE

GAINING SOME MOMENTS
OF CALMNESS AND PEACE
I WANT THE TIREDNESS
TO DISAPPEAR AND CEASE

WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD
SO LOUD,MORE LOUD,STILL LOUD!
TILL I JUST CRY OUT LOUD
SO LOUD,MORE LOUD,STILL LOUD!

WANT TO SHED ALL BURNOUTS
AND REJUVENATE MY ENERGY
WANT TO GAIN STRENGTH
AND RENEW MY JOURNEY

NOW I START
ON THE ROADS AGAIN
AS MY SOLE DREAM
IS MY SALVATION.

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MY MISTAKE

I MADE U SIT
DEEP IN MY HEART
NEGLECTING YOUR
FALSE ART


LOVING YOU MORE THAN
MY SELF BEING
I KEPT YOU ABOVE
EVERY SINGLE THING


EVERY DEED OF YOURS
WAS ALLOWED IN MY LIFE
EVEN IF I HAD TO GO
THROUGH SELF STRIFE


YOU MADE ME STAND
ON THE CROSSROADS
AND ENDOWED WITH PUZZLES
HARD TO DECODE


SO STRONG WAS MY LOVE
THAT I STILL SMILED
AS LOVING YOU
WAS MY ONLY WILD

.

I THOUGHT
YOU WERE THERE
BUT YOU
NEVER WERE


IT WAS JUST “I”
AND NEVER “WE”
I FOUND WHEN ALL THE LEAVES
FELL FROM THE TREE


I COULD NOT SEE THROUGH
THE HEART OPAQUE
BOUNDED BY LOVE
MY MISTAKE.

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THE HERO OF MY LIFE

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He is the one who sowed the seed over-looking the distress of the weed... knowing the ordinary character of mine he always tried to become my spine.... the one who lives on his own condition,he said is the one who can stand-by any situation... the trust in him was strong as ray,and i surrendered myself all the way.... day after day i was watered and build,and soon i found myself,cornered from the guild... the dream which he has ,dreamt for me was like surviving the wrath of stormy sea... i was told about the burnt of this vain,but till then, i had decided to take the pain... he realised he had planted the toughest tree who will fight until it loose all its green... i do not take pride in the green leaves,but in the strength of the baldness,he believes..... fighting,loosing and getting drained by the stack,but never ever did…

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school

little me,with a tiny pony tail
back loaded with a little bag
water bottle hanging over my neck
school starts

little me,confused and blank
eyes running through
building,teachers and
tiny fellow pals.

little me,amazed and impressed
never before saw colored tree barks
orange,green and white,as if
trees were dressed.

ringed by trees,a small hut
was my first classroom
filled with pictures of
cartoon,fruits and flowers.

innocent me,sitting silent
watching the tiny fellows
sometimes smiling
sometimes confused

days passed,love grew
the hut became a more home
no worries,free me
just growing and grasping.

loving teachers,beautiful books
dancing,singing,debating
i loved all the hooks.

as i jumped
classes after classes
i developed some tiny crushes
now i smile
on all those jams
my puppy love and
spots of soft.

playing,learning,
making friends
home-works
with helping friends
god!i was a busy bee.

exam,results,scolds and lauds
the only worry
was to gain marks.

little me,grew and thrived
last day of the school
now arrived.
teary eyes of my friends
grieved faces of my teachers
we all promised to boost and achieve.

lifetime friends,loving teachers
i was just blessed enough
my school was best enough

atlast,everything has a end
good or bad
i miss my school
from the core of my heart.

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FANCY OF PURE

i have a fancy to fly
fly to a unknown place..
i am new to everyone
everyone is fresh to me..
where answer to questions
are questions itself..
angelic smiles,fair hearts
hearts of gold,free of forge..

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i have a fancy to read
read anything coming along..
minds and thoughts of people
people carrying deep cores..
lingo unusual,gesture original
original wave indicating actual..
real curves of their faces
faces unblended and pure..

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i have a fancy to gaze,at the sky
sky full of clouds,blue clouds..
uncovering the hidden droplets
droplets camouflaged with blues..
gazing,staring till i find
find those answers,haunted by..
time does not become a facet
facet to stop my gazing eyes…

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YES I AM A LOOSER….SO WHAT?????

FAILURES FAILURES EVERYWHERE...
LOOSER ME,SURROUNDED BY DESPAIR !

FAILURES HAVE BECOME 
MY MOMENTARY MATE,AND
THEY GUIDE ME ON THE ROADS
TO MY SOULMATE ....

THEY MADE ME WRONG,
STILL TURNED ME STRONG...
THEY GIFTED ME TOLERANCE
DECORATED WITH PERSISTENCE...

SOME FAILURES DROVE-OUT
BUNDLE OF ILLUSIONS,
AND I GOT RID OF
MANY SUCH DELUSIONS.....

PROCLAIMED AS LOOSER
TREATED AS A GARBAGE...I SAID..
YES I AM A LOOSER
SO WHAT ?
YES I STILL WON'T GIVE UP
SO WHAT?

SURELY,SUCCESS IS NOT TIME BOUND,AND
I AM NOT LIKE EVERYONE AROUND...
MANY LIVE WITH DEAD DREAMS
SO WHAT?
I WONT LIVE LIKE THEM
SO WHAT?

MY DREAM IS MY SOUL,
MY SOUL IS MY HEART..
IF THE DREAM IS KILLED,
I WILL BE LEFT WITH A DEAD HEART...

I AM NOT YOU,
YOU ARE NOT ME..
MY WAYS MAY BE ODD TO YOU
YOUR WAYS MAY BE ODD TO ME...

THE PACE OF MY WHEEL
IS A SLOW AND CALM BREEZE...
SO WHAT?
THE PACE OF YOUR WHEEL
HAS A LIGHTENING SPEED...
SO WHAT?

I HAVE NURTURED THE DREAM
AS A CHILD OF MINE,AND
TO BRING IT UP,I KNOW,
IT WILL TAKE TIME...

THE REASON OF ALL THIS
IS TO GAIN A PEACEFUL SLEEP,
AS THE NOTORIOUS DREAM
DRIVES MY THOUGHTS DEEP...

NO LOCK IS MADE WITHOUT KEY
EVERY ROAD HAS A END..
I BELIEVE,I WILL REACH THERE,
ONLY IF I DO NOT BEND.
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EYE FOR EYE

Why have i started feeling,divorced from the sphere?
why cannot i accept the happenings around me?
why is the world the way it is?

these questions often,
blow away my sleep,and
i am always left in,
robust dispeace.....

they find my destination,
different from them,
and are always amazed,
by my tandem....

eye after eye,
staring at me
finger after finger
pointing at me...

i end up becoming,
the ghost in their dreams,
my thought in their mind,
is flowing like streams....

the fodder of my tussle
is often cooked,
the efforts and attempts
are always overlooked....

i want to vacate their mind,
i want to wrap myself in ignorance,
i want to hide my dream,
i just want to disappear !



i conspired with the clouds,
to cover the whole of mine,
and endow the shower,if
the eyes find my sign....

as and when,
the eye gets dry
i want the clouds
to again cry....

slowly and calmly will i
depart from their minds,
and i wish never,
to come back and rewind...

the search of my cloud
came to halt,
as i packed my dream
around the brick wall...

the wall i built was full of eyes
blind eyes !
eyes in disdain !
i turned blind eye for every eye.

the miracle i found was
"ignorance is bliss"
though not always,but
sometimes it is !

dancing,jumping,cheering
all the way...
i bade goodbye,
to the days of hay.


THE HERO OF MY LIFE

He is the one who sowed the seed
over-looking the distress of the weed...

knowing the ordinary character of mine
he always tried to become my spine....

the one who lives on his own condition,he said
is the one who can stand-by any situation...

the trust in him was strong as ray,and
i surrendered myself all the way....

day after day i was watered and build,and
soon i found myself,cornered from the guild...

the dream which he has ,dreamt for me
was like surviving the wrath of stormy sea...

i was told about the burnt of this vain,but
till then, i had decided to take the pain...

he realised he had planted the toughest tree
who will fight until it loose all its green...

i do not take pride in the green leaves,but
in the strength of the baldness,he believes.....

fighting,loosing and getting drained by the stack,but
never ever did he, call me back....

he kept on seeing me growing and gaining
but never did he utter a word in praising...

i started enjoying the locks and shocks
as he taught me to sleep on the bed of rocks...

the big dream belonged to him as a whole
and he gifted me a part of his soul...

so a part of him, aimed for my dream,and
his another part,was injected in my bloodstream...

so often do i point to his greying hair
and his answer-
"I WILL BE 18 TILL I DIE"...drives my flair...

the provider of these wings in all weather
is none other than my heroic FATHER....

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strange into known

The time was new and so was i
blooming and overjoyed,i wanted to fly...

strange and unknon was the new locale
i stared and gazed at every single bizzare....

this was the place from where the roads start
and it very looked like a board of dart...

destinations set are always heavenly
but the joy rests in making the journey lovely....

my thousand mile journey began with this step
as i decided to smile at every single mess....

i started bridging gaps and moved across infantile
and now the jouney became the reason of my smile....
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