Experiences are naked,
Maturity is their only cover.
Judgement is faked,
Truth stands behind it's cover.
All my better days are the ones spent with you,
All my positive ways are the ones chosen with you;
All my glancing rays are the ones witnessed by you,
All my thoughtful says are the ones provoked by you!
History between two people can be explosive,
Chemistry between two people can be exclusive;
Future between two people can be decisive!
Every now and then, the walls keep staring,
As If I had done something wrong and barring,
The silence around me couldn’t be less caring,
Hope, if not strong, eventually starts tearing.
Create to relate,
Decorate to plate;
As I learn from a slate,
An early decision is never late.
As I spoon into your arms,
The freshness of your skin takes me high;
As I cuddle tighter into your arms,
The essence of your touch makes me wild;
As I covet your luscious lips,
The slow, heavy breath of your lips makes me “oh my!”
Tucked under the sheets with you,
Mornings and nights are such a bliss;
Hugs and kisses flow together,
There's not a thing we would miss!
The sun shines upon us through the window panes,
Yet, looking at you beside me is the best gift.
You don't need money to have faith,
It comes from what you believe.
You don't need money to have taste,
It comes from what you relish.
You don't need money to be wise,
It comes from the path chosen.
If you don't understand my silence, it's not my fault.
If you understand my silence, then definitely it is your fault!
How easily we get attached,
Every now break up and then again patched,
Never does a thought come across our mind...
That every person with us is soon to get detached...
Take time to imagine more.
Your imagination can take you far away only where the heart can see and be free.
It is easy to share someone else's status in virtuality,
And equally difficult to do the same in reality.
Dream big, work harder,
Think big, work smarter,
Lose big, work faster,
Remember big, forgive better.
The mind has thoughts in clashes,
Something biting pops up rashes,
And in the end all that happens is we end up in ashes.
The feeling felt too much💞
Nothing seems better as such💘
The cheeks go blush blush ☺️
Finger on lips saying hush hush 🤫
Standing in front of you is your crush 😍
And the ❤️ says, “Grab, just don’t rush” 😉
We are all searchers, the silent music makers, the followers of our own dreams. L
Your reflection might cost you a rejection, but will only increase your affection towards another injection.
Every decision taken doesn’t hurt,
Every step taken is not in the dirt;
Every reply heard isn’t necessarily curt,
Every reaction need not be a spurt.
Broken crayons still colour,
Broken hearts still valour,
Broken dreams wrapped in velour;
Broken thoughts spread in dolour.
An absence of an idea need not be a solution,
It is the mind that creates a revolution,
The heart says proceed with caution
Because situations will bring a volution;
Pen it down as your resolution.
Long drives and you beside me,
Streets and their aura pacing aside me...
The power that I own is bliss,
Up in the air, nothing to catch and miss.
I gained what life had to offer me,
Unconditionally, priceless respect with glee!
Atleast I have you to share it with,
For what people say, it is just folklore and probably a myth.
Somehwere, someone is swept off their feet,
and someone is busy sweeping the street.
Somewhere, someone is becoming a prey,
and someone is busy making an array.
Somewhere, someone is losing their voice,
and someone is busy gurgling their first words.
Somewhere, someone is closing their eyes for there is no tomorrow,
and someone is yawning only to open their eyes with nothing to borrow.
What do I write about them? Once it used to be a privilege. Now I am forced to give it up.
It definitely does matter the path you choose. It comes with many benefits which are obscured by obstacles.
Once you know to tackle them, the benefits do not seem so important because the challenge you faced in tackling them was worth every second spent.
My work life has changed. From a setup so caring to a showcase so daring.
Sometimes I feel worthy of it. At other times, I feel a nobody.
Life is a roller coaster ride, yes. Only difference is that the one in the amusement parks have a defined track and I have to choose mine.
There was a lock on the door,
and the key was lying on the floor,
He tried to pick it up several times
But all he heard was a shrilling chime.
He looked around to see if there was another way,
and there she stood, on the other side as if made of clay.
He noticed her look and was amazed,
The key was not on the floor, but a reflection of her mere gaze.
I have stories to write about you,
I may have a song to sing too.
I want to sketch life out with you,
I may build one amongst a few.
How important does it have to be in place,
With such a mess around...
Knowing that I will run out of ink,
With such short cess around...
You feel I am Vanilla,
Yet it is ordinary that is a bless(ing) to the ground.
Treat your day as a shelf,
Keep what you want and shuffle the rest.
Your shelf is not to adorn your living set,
It is to re-design your loving self!
Knowing what you want, yet something hindering,
Having what you need, yet something tingling;
Treat your day as a shelf,
Stack what you need and decide if you want the rest.
Life is a project,
U commission it at different stages...
Life is a presentation,
U add new slides after every while..
Life is the sky high,
U know that you are ready to fly.
Life is a script,
Only you are not the Director..
Life is a game,
U own your joystick..
Life is a keyboard,
U can choose the keys you want to.
Life is a sequence of tests,
for us to acquire virtues n serve :)
Life is full of numbers,
One of them defines you. :-)
As he stood in front of the mirror brushing his hair,
He noticed a grey hair strand.
Exclaimed did he, “Oh God! Why this?”
The mirror replied “it’s a sign of maturity, so is to be fair.”
With a slick of gel, he tucked it in,
Not realizing that this would be a new look and not the same old, boring self again.
As luck would have it, it would not just pour,
Brush over drizzles on your hope for you to catch it all.
Everyone running around with their cup,
Some decide to fill, others decide to spill.
What remains is the scattered ground,
And that lucky person gathers them all.
At the stairs she sat, thinking
When will the stars shine upon her...
As she saw tea leaves brewing, she wondered
When will this routine whiff off like the steam;
As she brushed her hair to one side,
Her eyes were visible with yet another hope.
At the stairs she sat, thinking
Will I sit here again tomorrow or climb them up...