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6.11.12

Finally, its Mine!!


Decisions and Fate, do they ever go together?
And if they do, then why to me, do they bother?
My fate has never given me way,
My decisions have never made my day
A wholly crap of dependency lies,
Around a pile of suffering truth and crumbs of lies;
My smallest problems have seemed always too big,
My little heart has to always make the toughest jig;
Whenever I long to see the sunshine,
The darkness gives its horror sign
As soon everything seems to be fine,
All turns away as if it was never mine…
They say, “Every cloud has a Silver lining”
I know this, still my heart’s pining
For things which are small, but seem too big
And not for problems which actually need to fix…Really Quick!!!


Why, what and how to grasp the life’s Policy?
When, what and where to look for that craving intimacy
Of Love, of care, which seems to be missing somewhere?
A mind too silent, but always thinking like a running hare.
Well, my life’s actual leader is finally me…
The one who designs and executes each policy…
But then the reason why it’s so complicated,
Is the way it has been interpreted…
Like a team goes haywire when not coached well,
I am the coach of my life, the one who casts the spell,
A spell to make the magic happen,
 A spell to bring that mysterious climax
Finally it’s me, who has the power and control,
To make each bite yummy and delicious,
Or to just let it go waste!!
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3.11.12

Discovering Life Around


From the morning shower of sunlight, 
                            to the shimmering hour of moonlight; 
Each little being, each little spec, 
                            has so much to teach us in just a single sight, 
The glorious sun works perfect each day, 
                            waking me up with His morning glare, 
Falling softly on the lazy eyes, 
                            which hesitate to open after a dreamy affair!! 
The nasty birds, the Cameramen of God, 
                            He keeps a check as if who’s doing what 
Those naughty peeps, these little freaks, 
                            with their blowing fleets come chirping to stare 
A noisy beginning but rhythmic somewhere, 
                            brings with it a bright new day. 
The first cup of tea, is so incomplete, 
                           without the herbal leaves, offering their share 
And the perfect day begins finally, 
                           with all these creations, working in unity 
Diversity indeed, exists widely, 
                           but connected they are truly somewhere. 
With flowering blooms, the colourful sooth, 
                          make the heart blossom now and then… 
Even the little ants in fleet, form a linear meet, 
                         falling down just to get up again… 
Efforts that they put, make the eyes so hooked, 
                         how come they just don’t feel any pain? 
The spider works hard, the lizards crawl by, 
                         scary though, but have their own life, 
Its strange but true, we all form a crew, 
                         in a house which is totally a lively hive. 
But in the end its incomplete, as they all teach, 
                        to live proudly every spec of Life.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

1.11.12

The Doubtful Heart



The heart has so much to say but no one to hear it...
It brings with it those breathless days when you wait to clear it...
Sweeping away the hectic dust with the broom of faith…
The wait is long like a lazy snail struggling to bear it…
Why does the heart wish for something which has no importance indeed?
Why is there a hope of growth when there is actually no seed?
Why the roots become so numb at a point when strength is in need;
Why the hell this mind is shattered like rolling groups of beads
That hit from here to there so bad, that make the heart go numb and sad;
That shines in pain and glow in sweat,
Those reflect the despair look of fate,
These beads that once were a chain held so strong
Have lost their hope of forming that bond
Questions indeed there are some more to ask…
Answers, well that’s next to impossible task…
As life juggles through vigorous affairs,
People taking you for granted are a common share…
And the soul just goes through a new phase of wear and tear…
Every-time you doubt yourself in despair.

26.10.12

Matured Love....





Greens and wide, cozy hide,
a wonderful lonely site...
Branched out strong, a shimmering bond,
Washing us bright, was that glittering light..
A world of our own,
we have woven so close,
Flowing so naturally in a gradual tone...
That look so right, in a withering night,
Those wet eyes, craving for a sight,
Now rest in peace, in a hold so tight...
Life has more reasons to stay bright.
Mature is this love, no more games to play,
Growing feelings now know their way...
Two became one, the soul now knows where to stay...
No more the bond is soft like the clay...
Kisses which meant affection, now also mean care...
Eyes that gazed long…now search for a glimpse of glare…
A touch of love, a touch of sight,
Make some wrong things….JUST SO RIGHT…
Those walk in the puddles, those memorable cuddles...
smoothly, happily , left behind are, so many hurdles
and moving on ahead also, this will be, together One, A FAMILY.