The people who celebrate outside
Are dead from inside...
Can you ever be that much
That you've never thought of?
You do feel:
That inner self smiling.
That kind of happiness,
Probably what the poets talk of,
And lovers sing.
That kind of happiness,
From the little things,
That otherwise matter least.
That kind of happiness,
Giving you lots of smiles,
Rains and thoughts
Contemporary to each other,
Canvas of clouds
And the paints.
And the droplets:
Ain't having worth
When they fall on earth,
Wet for moment
Into the place
That clouds my space.
And I could walk in that rain,
In this world full of lies,
I'm searching for the truth.
And,when I meet a person,
I want to meet the verity .
The glow in their eyes,
Telling that they don't lie.
The aura around them,
That they don't cheat.
The sweetness in their voices,
That they won't switch.
The marks on their faces,
That their life haven't been blissful every time.
The clarity in their expressions,
That they know who they are.
Not the cheesy eyes,
That tell a lie.
Not the sugar coated words,
That are worse than poison.
Not the best bodies ever,
That are portrayed as perfect.
Not the manners and etiquette that counts.
Not the food habits that seem well.
Not the body language that attracts everyone.
Not the go...
You'll love the way she stated in your eyes,
You'll like the fragrance she wears,
You'll love to hear her stories and rhymes,
You'll long for her company..
You'll spend time just sitting idle,
Ignoring the world,
Just one person might take up whole of your attention :
Physically present or not,
She'll be able to make you concentrated,
About herself - only,
You'll love to hear her voice and not of those big cities,
Or even the seas.
You'll just create a world-
Of your own,
The surroundings will change,
You'll see into someone's soul,
And feel that YOUR WORLD LIES WITHIN..
Promises are meant to be kept,
And not forgotten,,
Be it written on little chits of paper,
Or on the walls of a beautiful heart.
Sun promises the sea to show on it again,
As the sea keeps waiting till it gets the gaze.
And so does the stars to the night,
They fall in love and become bright.
Clouds and rains have a beautiful promise,
Assurance to come back once they start showering,,
So does the silly seasons
To each other,
Promises to keep coming back after the other,,
As the roots promises to take care of the leaves,
Between these commitments
A tree stands decisively free.
Promises keep the world going,
In a promise of love
We feel ticking,,
Promises are meant to be kept
That enchanting aroma of the roses that you'll give me,
The glaze of those thousands of stars lighting up the sky,
The rustling water making crests and troughs,
The slithering sands under our feet,
The diatoms in the water illuminating it,
The cold breezes hitting our faces and hastening my hairs,
The muffled sea waves smacking our legs,
The sea gulls exuberanting the moment,
The small fireflies burning for a natural flounce,
The moon shining above us and showering his blessings,
And all those things witnessing the moment:
Of You-holding my hand in yours
Confessing those "unspoken yet felt" words,
Of You -embracing me and trying to speak,from those sealed lips,
Of Me-a rather lucky girl, au...
I was lost in the pictures
created by me..
Then he tored all ofthem
Somewhere, maybe unknowingly,
He sliced my heart into two:
One part still loved him,
And the other started hating him...
Those incomplete sentences
having a complete meaning.
Those heartfelt conversations
Having a deep feeling.
Those messages written
but never had conveying.
Those inept replies
Having less bearing.
Those unexpected harsh words
Having no healing.
Those long wasted days
When I was waiting.
All those words that you ever said
Echo in my ears consequently.
And I hope they weren't any falsity.
As I wait for the day when you speak the whole veracity.
Like the so quite sky at night,
Like the aphonic water of the river
That never faces any hurdles,
Like the hush breezes that blow over the mountains,
Like the snow falling on an iced cold day,...
They say, Like all those things,,the love is silent and taciturn...
But, Love is different. "Quite" different.
Love is not laconic,it is not silent.
It is roaring thunder,it is turbulence.
It is echoing of the mountains, it is chaos of the snows falling,,
It is the bustle of clouds....that makes you__ capricious and unstable....
the Night falls,
as my Heart does.
Black and weird
Just as my thoughts.
Thousands of them,unbound
Like this limitless sky.
Similarity is there for a reason,
The night craves for the sunlight
And I crave for the moon of my life.
Isn't love a world of fantasy
It gives you unimaginable power to dream.
dream while being awake,
Reaching your destination- and imagine your world thereafter.
You know that dreams are better than reality,
the reality is unacceptable...
Unsure and bewildered is what you are,..
That feeling of uncertainty,that someday..
that might someday...
his heart would urge him to confess,
to confess his love for you,that his heart beats for you,....
Isn't this is what bothers you too?
keep it in your satchel
This blade so small
with your pen,paper and books and all
Don't forget the packrt of chilli powder!
And to your bangles a safety pin
"maa...they'll make fun"
Two hoots to them
You may need all of these
when the time comes my dear
By God's grace,may you remember
To use at least one of these!
Get ready,it's getting late...
Down the steps and off to school
May you come back soon and safe
And all the best, my child...