Happy holi :)

The festival of colours with most adored cartoon characters of all time.

Sometimes she worries

Sometimes she worries 

that I might notice her squinted eyes in some pics

but I find beauty in the glint when she smiles

Sometimes she worries about

her tousled & knotted hairs falling in her face

but all I see is how adorable she looks

Sometimes she worries

if I care about the childish acts she does

but all my attention is for her, not a single moment I miss

Sometimes she worries about

what others might think

but all I say is I fall in love everytime you blink

Sometimes she worries

what if I will not come in her dreams

but all I promise is to take her to my wonderland

Sometimes she worries

What future holds for her

but I tell her to be calm, I'll always be her lover

I'll be always be there for her worries

and all she has to do is

close her eyes

& smile

Happiness is you

I let my dreams fly

into the vast blue sky

& watch them, as the life passes me by

'coz to me, happiness is you

I paint my thoughts with rainbow colours

close my eyes and belive in wonders

Without much caring for others

'coz to me, happiness is you

I dance like wind

when our souls are entwined

I don't need the materialistic things

'coz to me, happiness is you

I sing like a sparrow

Unaware of the tomorrow

Ready to accept, if it's bitter or taste like marshmallow

'coz to me, happiness is you

If you are

If you are a flower
I will be
the morning dew drop dancing
on your petals gently in the breeze

If you are a song
I will be
the beautiful note of melody
From the depths of heart on voilin strings

If you are a painting
I will be
canvas and the colours for
painting my dreams with random strokes

If you are a story
I will be
the characters beathing in
the words in different time and worlds 

Now i'm strong enough

Her innocence lashed by the brutal
but not a single one came with refusal
standing behind the curtains i saw that
even i was helpless then,that's the only regret

that memory hunts my thoughts whenever i'm alone
breathless, i can't feel my body like turing into stone
it wasn't her fault still she suffered the pain
all those noble & eithal teachings seems to be in vein

but now i'm strong enough to oppose those devils
i'll stand and raise my voice against every evils
no other innocent will ever suffer the injustic and exploitation
because i myself will make sure, those jerks punished for violation

P.S – This poem is inspired by one of my friend’s idea and story she told me. I wrote this one around a year ago but while reading through my saved poems I noticed that I never posted this one. So here it is and thankyou Santosh for this poem.

बेटी हुँ मैं, एक अंश तुम्हारा

बेटी हुँ मैं, एक अंश तुम्हारा

बोझ नही मैं, मैं बनूँगी सहारा

माँ, तुम तो सब समझती हो

तुम भी तो एक बेटी हो

फिर क्यों तुम कभी-कभी

मुझको बोझ कहती हो

मुझको जन्म तो लेने दो

कुछ गलतिया तो करने दो

आपके इस सुने आँगन में, नाजुक कली सी खिलुंगी मैं

जैसे मुझे समझाओगे, बस उन्ही रास्तो पे चलूंगी मैं

बेटी हुँ मैं, एक अंश तुम्हारा

बोझ नही मैं, मैं बनूँगी सहारा

पिताजी,आपके सब संस्कारो का मैं मान करुँगी

पराये घर में भी आपका अभिमान बनूँगी

एक बार ऊँगली पकड़ के चलना तो सिखाओ

फिर आपके हर सपने में, मैं भी रंग भरुंगी

बेटी हुँ मैं, एक अंश तुम्हारा

बोझ नही मैं, मैं बनूँगी सहारा

December dream

My lips carve poems in December air

As I watch sunlight reflecting of your face

My pen trying to paint words on blank paper

and I read all over again each phrase

those fallen leaves dancing on the breeze

tickling away, reminds me of your laughs

and I couldn’t stop smiling

anytime I scroll through your photographs

tracing the delicate line of your earlobe and hairs

with a scant of lilacs with drooping fragment flowers

I rest my palm near your waist feeling the softness

And even if it’s a dream we cuddle & sleep like the lovers 

Soulful night with her

Lie beside me in my garden with beautiful lilies
Listen to the silent breeze, singing an old song
Stars scattered throughout the darkness in sky
celebrating the feelings of our first kiss, still strong

As the crescent moon rises over tired city
Those stars blinking messages of love
Hooting owls echo their mournful cry
Perched in their towering tree tops way above

And in the shadow of your hair as the moon eclipse
Encaged in spell your flushed cheeks and scarlet lips
I find me gently waltzing with the sands of time
Holding your hand, I keep dreaming in poetic rhyme

That's what I feel myself with you

Captivated by your splendour

I could watch a million skies set and rise

Only we could hear the secrets of our love

and see the purity of it in each other’s eyes

I get to know you every day again

As I relish the taste of your lips

I can feel the satisfaction you feel

As I touch your round and rosy cheeks

Softness of your voice strums like a lullaby

Just a single thought of you makes my words fly

Whenever we hug our souls mingle

I feel myself complete when I’m with you

I'm a common man

Hardly I cross adolescent

My youth comes with loads of responsibilities

The child full of big dreams

Have to face the world with cruel realities

Fascinated by the charismatic world

I aspire for luxury, I can never have

Passionate about being famous

Mostly end up blaming fate for what I have

Have to go to work daily

And a single delay in my wages disturbs my economy

Have been postponing the big plans for travel

As I’m so busy handling a duty, my family

Have been saving money for years still not enough

Even the money I spend for basic necessities have to be in check

Imposed with rituals, religion, caste and the society itself

But in between all this, those few happy memories are my wealth

I’m a common man

And I’ll always be a common

From the first breath I took

To the last when I’ll be dead 

yellow pages of journal

Feeling the words written 

over those yellow pages of journal

I can imagine you writing

About the beauty of cold summer night

It's old, many words had faded away from the corners

But the memories and the characters come alive every time I read it

While reading poem about the love we made on that wintery night

I held my pillow to feel your warmth, cuddled myself tight

While reading the poem about that long walk in rainy evening

I can hear us talking and laughing, every moment I'm reliving

Every morning I watch those dew droplets shine

And hear the birds singing "your love is mine"

Every night I lie under the sky & watch the stars divine

And the silent breeze rhythms through those pines

On the last page even that half written poem with these lines

Seems complete as our love is boundless to time

all I want is you

Holding you in my arms

Where you feel safe and warm

Charmed by the heavenly bliss

As our lips meet in a passionate lover's kiss

Our breaths mingle as a mellifluous lullaby

And our heart yearning more tonight

Fingertips trailing the paths of delight

As the sighs of longing deep emotion ignite

Our souls entwined and dancing as one

These tender moments make feel like heaven

And now I see a shooting star

Don’t know what to wish

‘coz all I want is you

Lying in my arms just like this

If life is a book

“Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone- we find it with another.” And I think I have found that another one with whom life looks far more easy and interesting to live.

Thousands of thoughts transpired and transformed into something beautiful just because I wrote them to see one face smiling. As I look back and introspect how the things went? The only conclusion I can come up with is that it was the best way they could have happened. Hardly had I ever given a second thought to plans and journeys we made together and it was all possible because something inside me kept telling that this world would be more beautiful if you see it holding her hand. Over the time I have spent with her I have acquired so many qualities like patience, responsibility, passion for life, setting priorities and a positive attitude i.e. every decision I take turn out into something new and good.

Her presence is spreading the fragrance of a budding blossom in the aisle of my life and whenever I’m with her happiness is spontaneous.

My surroundings get filled with vibrant vibes and I live more in a moment. I hear her crackling laughs in rain drops and her whispers in the soothing silence of night.  The crimson dusk reminds me of timeless beauty of her innocent smile and I can relate the feeling of her touch with exuberance of birds at dawn. Each memory is like a flower of daisy which retains its shape and color after being dried and every time I recall one, it’s like an exquisite dream, attempting to fly off into the wide blue yonder. When she rests her head over my shoulder I feel responsible and caring.  In this infinite world of fantasies a single thought of her calms my wandering mind.

If life is a book then I wish to see her on every page of it.