Wednesday 23 December 2015

…It’s my birthday too…

…It’s my birthday too…
It’s her birthday…
Oh… It’s my birthday too….
Am a year old teddy
Hope you remember me…
I’m the teddy, who was sitting in a rack of a shop,
And waiting for somebody to pick up…
N’ she picked me that day
It’s been a year that I am with her...
I love when she kisses me before she sleep
I love to sit in her lap when she is sick
I love when she sleeps in my lap whenever she is sad
She loves me and I love her
She brought me this day and gave me a home
I love to be in her lap
Rather than to be in a rack tied with a rope…
It was on her birthday when I was adopted
Now that it’s her birthday
…It’s my birthday too…    

Friday 11 December 2015

..College..?

..College..?
It’s my first day…
Am fourteen, little younger than my mates...
As I entered, I saw them all
They were many and it was confusing to remember their identities
I opted the last bench and was afraid of the crowd in front...
 Then I felt like I was fighting in a battle
It was very difficult for me to control yawning in the eco class
And I lost the battle
I slept as never before
The lecture was like a lullaby
The best lullaby in the world
Which could make any person sleep…
Then the period bell helped me win the lost battle...
I woke from the dreams and entered in the real dream
That it’s time to turn back to home…
That’s my first day at college…
But today, when it’s time to farewell,
Those identities had got a relation
That crowd has become my world
Those lectures had become a part of day
Those period bells had become the reminders,
Saying the time is coming to be apart..
Day by day our bonds have strengthen
Going to the college was really like entering dream
Where everything possessed
It was really fun to combine studies with friends
Than to turn pages in the locked room...
I never thought this way an institution could matter me
I could be the only person who loves the college…
But now afraid, we are going to be apart…

Thursday 3 December 2015

I love u friends

I love u friends
The first time I saw
I never thought we will come up this way
Our day then ending with “BYE”
Is now ending with “BYE Take care”
Our mornings then were only to wish good morning
Now they are to discuss what has happened yesterday
Our classes were only to turn the pages
Now they are to make fun and tease each other
Now there’s no day when my box is not finished by all of us
There’s no time when you guys not feed me by your hands..
I love our gossips, our chit chats, our funny things
We do every day…
I love every second when am with you guys
I love you friends
Lucky to have you all…
And wish to have you all till my life ends…

Wednesday 2 December 2015

They make everything

They make everything
I told I like eyes
They asked me why
I told…
Sorrows melt it into a tear
Like heat melts ice into water…
Joys make it shine and beautiful
Like a twinkling star in the sky…
Eyes make the world we see
Like a poet writes as he like…
Eyes build the quality we want in others
Like an artist paints a painting…
Eyes show the destiny we want
Like a bow targets an arrow…
Eyes design the success we want
Only when its vision gets paired with a intention…

Sunday 12 July 2015

SHE WAS…?

SHE WAS…?

I sneak in the dark room
A girl with mirror in front was sitting
She was peeping in the mirror like something strange was with in

I entered the room
And stood behind her
She was still looking at the mirror
And then even I gazed at the mirror

The image I saw was really strange
That was nothing but she was within

She in the mirror was reciprocal to she out of the mirror
The happiest she was out the saddest she was in
The fulfilled she was out the broken she was in

Her image can reflect the misery hidden behind
She was broken like glass been dropped off
She was like a bird with broken feathers

Her sunken heart was narrating the stories of her grief
She listened all of them again and again
Her beautiful eyes had then a drop of tear ready to fall
I tapped her back
And….
Then the she, was she like mirror in front of me….

Tuesday 7 July 2015

Come Back

Come Back
Hey!
Hey baby, I love you…
You loved me…
Am so sorry
Oh you left me..
All the pain I have given
Can never be forgiven…
Oh am so sorry
I love you and you loved me…
Opening eyes with you in front
Closing eyes with you in front
Now am in the scene
I can never confront…
Oh sweetness please come back…
I love you and you loved me..
Please dear, oh dear, come back…

Sunday 14 June 2015

Just missed that!!

Just missed that!!

Putting the first step on,
I felt the cloudy behavior of floor..
My hand touched the foam beside
And I moved towards the blur…
My sight fell on the fog swirling around me..
It felt to be as world has lost all his colors except white…
Moving along, I saw someone approaching me..
She was wearing white and came to take me along..
She took me to a door on the cloud
And asked me to get through…
I was to open the door and suddenly there blasted the BOOM!!!
I opened my eyes, found myself on the bed
And glass fell on the floor which blasted at the door…
Realizing it as a dream, I laid back
And cursed the boom, as I was just to enter my world….

Monday 8 June 2015

I think you’re my mom…??

I think you’re my mom…??
My day starts and ends with you…
I love you from the bottom of my heart..
The first time I saw you
My sight was just not even thinking to move from you
You are a gift to me..
A gift from the god’s gift
A gift from mom…
You were exchanged for some bucks
But for me you were exchanged with my grief…
My eyes don’t even get closed unless my lips touch your fur
My day doesn’t start until I find you in my arms..
You sometimes become my friend sometimes my soul
You are the loveliest thing as whole…
I would never had met you if you were not gifted to me
First I thought you were just a teddy
But now I got, you have mom within
I sleep in your lap just like I sleep in my mother’s
You grasp me slowly like my mother does..
When I come near you,
I feel only to be near my mom…
I finally realized that mom gifted me herself in your form..

Friday 5 June 2015

Broken into Pieces

Broken into Pieces


Broken, unhappy, miserable she,
Was burst in thousands of her parts…
Every part had its own story
Every piece was reflecting her grief…
She was lying on the ground
Misery had twirled her around
Life was broken into pieces
Like happiness had got diseases
Flying dreams came to the ground
Burning hopes put the flame off…
Graphs of her memories were spread here and there
Which had memories of their…
Broken was she,
Tearful was she,
Burst into pieces,
Alone was she…

Thursday 4 June 2015

Some Quotes

Some quotes…

Braveness is not doing something when you have everything
    Braveness is doing something when you have nothing..

Sometimes we need to cry a little to have a smile…

Success is like tree,
   It needs to be watered with inspiration, confidence and intelligence.

A fake smile can make others happy but can never make selves happy…

Some things can never be said, they are to be understood…


Monday 1 June 2015

Come Soon

Come soon…

My dried lips are waiting to get squelched..
Every part of mine is waiting to get showered…
My thirsty heart is waiting to fill you within
How long should I wait for you???
Surrounding me everything is looking at your way…
I stand in my garden and wait only for you..
Am waiting all the day for your first fall..
When will you come here??
How long will you hide there in Andaman’s???
Please monsoon come soon….

Sunday 24 May 2015

Can you??

Can you??
3 monkeys
1 dog
students
talent
First
Evening
Bank
Rural
Urban
Army
Range
Yield
Something which never comes is hidden in it…
Try to find…

(Don’t forget to answer)

Friday 22 May 2015

Floral life….

Floral life….

Born in dark leaves with the company of sharps
Swinging all the day from left to right
I think only to not get plucked…
All my mates protect me from danger
And I slow down them with my scent when they are anger
We are family we love each other
We fight lot but protect each other
I’m a small creature in this big world
But every big thing is incomplete without me…
I sometimes become a token of love
Sometime a get well soon wish…
But sometimes I become a thing to fill the dustbins
I have been crushed by the heavy soft feet of people
All my veins get crushed
All my lifeblood flows to the gutters…
I would always wish to not get plucked by people
And no blood of mine flows in the gutters…

Monday 18 May 2015

Thank you...

Thank you…
Hello diary,
   I love writing you….
   I love reading your pages again and again…
   Sometimes I think you are a girl’s first love…
   Specially mine…
   You are the only one who feels my pain
   And paints them to your pages…
   You are the only one,
   Whom I never hesitate to share my feelings with
   When world puts me away you are my dearest way
   You are just a book of papers to the world
   To me, you are bonfire in my every coldest night…

Saturday 16 May 2015

Dreams

Dreams

I dream to become something noteworthy in this world..
I dream to learn that part of life which gives me strength
Dreams are not only wishes; they are ways leading to the destiny…
Dreaming about something is half done to achieve it…
Dreams can never be killed; they can just kept away…
Dreams are like magic candles, they know how to relight even though they are put out…
Every dream is possible only when we keep the belief and Try to make them possible….

Wednesday 13 May 2015

A Doubt...

A doubt…

Sometimes I am lost in my thoughts
And my thoughts always run to those things
Which I always have a doubt…
Sometimes I think,
Why the sky is blue?
Why the earth is round?
Why all the monkeys have not evoluted to humans?
Why don’t clouds slip the sky?
When the sun is blazing, how its not get burned?
Why air is invisible?
Why water is colorless?
Why cockroaches are not remunerated when they have acted for Hits advertisement?
Why nights are dark?
Why don’t animals speak?
Why moon appears only at night?
And when I get confused I ask these to my pops
Even there I got no answer…
Can anybody answer to my questions???

Monday 11 May 2015

Please, please, pussy...

  Please, please, pussy...

“Shhhh! Shhhh! Don’t shout!
Papa’s sleeping….
Please, please, don’t scream
Papa’s still sleeping…
Okay, okay, I promise…
I will feed you full cup of milk…
Please for now don’t shout…”
This is what every morning
I promise to my little pussy…
She screams like a town crier
And wakes every one up…
She is a hungry cat all the time…
Just if I feed her a cup of milk
She climbs on bed and goes into the dreams…
My pussy loves when I play with her coat
And loves to snuggle in my lap…
She becomes a hurdle when I walk
And becomes a ball when I scold
She purrs so cutely when I scrape her neck
With all her purr, angry and hungry
She is so cute and lovely friend of mine…

Sunday 10 May 2015

Tears

Tears

Tears are not water but feelings
Which fall in the form of water,,,
Tears are that part of crying which do come
With a process of hurting deep from the heart…
When a tear drops it takes away
All the thorns that pierced your heart…
When a tear leaves your eye
Every that part which made you shed leaves you away...
Some people hold tears in their eyes
And cover them with a fake smile...
They need to know that,
A fake smile can convert into real one only when they drop all the tears from their eyes….

Mom's a Gift...

Mom's a Gift...

Mother’s heart is a place
Where every child finds his home…
Mother’s lap is a place
Where child finds his luxury to dream…
Mother’s eye is a place
Where love is mixed with tears…
Mother is that beautiful creation of god
Which is gifted to every child…
A mother is everything in one
And one to be in every one…

Wednesday 6 May 2015

Smile...

Smile...


Smile is that prettiest thing that needs not to be worn with beautiful dresses or diamonds
Because smile itself is a beautiful ornament
Smile is the master key
With which any heart can be opened
Smile is that thing which hides deepest secrets in it
It is the token of love….

Smile - Should do Must In Life Everyday…

Sunday 3 May 2015

My papa....

My papa....


The only hand I ever wanted to hold  
is my fathers’..
He is my father, but my bestest friend…
I know he has many tensions
But I know how to make him smile…
I know he will be angry sometimes  
But I know how to make him happy…
He is the only one with whom I share the deepest part of my heart…
My papa is similar to all other fathers
But different in asserting his love and fatherhood…