Thursday, March 29, 2012

An Apology to the Dearest One....


I waited all night for that only call,
Gazing at the phone, looking at the wall,
Every second past by thinking the next one would be,
You didn't call and I couldn't be as I used to be.

You're a princess and I'm a Popper,
Still we are meant to be together,
I tried so hard to fight with my devil,
And lost as many as I did,
At last you didn't call and still no sleep.

I know I hurt you sometimes with words so unkind,
Ungratefully and Regretfully I'm the one reason for all this regression.
I'm as bad as good I could be,
You didn't call and yet I kept thinking about the night so crazy,

I don't know if I match upto you,
I don't know if I'm the One for you,
I don't know if I ever comprehend you,
I don't know if I say "Sorry" makes-up to you,
But I know, that my heart never lies,
You didn't call and yet I love the way you love me..

Vicissitudes of Life..


Life has it's twist and turn,
Educated but unemployed,
Money but No fun,
Friend's yet no 'someone',
Food yet No apetitie,
Power yet no security,
Disease but no ailment,
And we say we are God's chosen one.

Money tells a man's identity,
Irrespective of the past in the backyard,
Money provides dignity,
Irregardless of how cunning is he,
Money makes a man loved,
Despite how heartless is he,
Money is the truth of this century.

We smile when Sachin scores a century,
But don't care about a dying neighbour,
We curse the politics for the poor state of affair,
And we say we are proud of being an Indian,
We point out other's mistake,
Yet don't accept our's.

We love being hypocrites,
Hate being criticized,
We think we are unique and knowledgeable,
Still we blame God for our mishaps for our own action.
We pretend to be secular,
But inside we know we aren't,
Yet, we don't stop the blame game.

Get hold of oneself and loose hold on others,
Get an idea of right in the wrong and identify the wrong seemingly right.
Embrace yourself for the big fight,
Coz Life happens once in a life-time.

LOVE DEFINED


Love is nothing but a passion,
So sturdy and pure,
That’s nurtured and shared despite not being near,
All test it endures irrespective of the hardship it bear.

What is love but a power.
To bring the mighty to cower,
With the courage to pull down the mountain,
And standstills times’ endless fountain.

What is love but a Concord,
A magnificent goal conquered,
The merging of two soul and heart,
A bond that cannot be ripped apart.

What is love but a champion,
To pull down the tyrant to the floor,
And raise the flag of friendship and peace,
And cease the fear of death and disease.

What is love but a bonfire,
To guide the shillyshallied heart,
A blazing light on the shore,
To refuge from the enemies roar.

What is love but endless,
Eternal and Bliss,
A flame that outlives the darkness of night,
And makes life illuminating bright.

So let me tell you from the highest mountain,
That no reason is strong to bend my love for thee,
And I promise not to break in the toughest turf.

DEDCATED TO MY BELOVED...