It's you...

I don't know why i feel responsibility for you

People like you in my life are very few

I'm not worried but i am concerned

& this strange friendship i have earned

People do ask what kind of relationship i have with you

But its not the people i care, it's you

We don't give anything with a wish for something in return

that's the best thing i have learned

My words are simple as your smile 

Writing poems on any topic is my style

i don't know any of above talk makes any sense

But my dreams are worth living only with your presence

City light stories..

The city lights contains the stories full of surprises 

Wrapped in layers of thousand truth & lies

Stories 

Of the ever waiting old woman for his only son in army 

And the beggars sleeping near roadside under the shades of tree

Of the dreaming boy whose life is about to begin 

And also about the men doing shameless sin

Of some girl thinking about her long distance relationship boyfriend 

And also the men laying on the bed & waiting for end

Of the vendor & shopkeepers returning to sweet home

& me sitting beside my window with my shadow alone

And across the city there lives you thinking of me

& the clouds you sent yesterday adds beauty to the city...

Random sketches...

The life we are living

Here i am writing, there you are waiting
here i am thinking, there your eyes blinking
& there is one thing common we do is smile
which make us both feel alive
the life we are living is simply great
every day is best day, so we don't have to remember the date
we can talk, just by whispering to air
only the changing colours of sky that we share
& every time i think of you, it fills with music again
the mysterious silence vanishes nothing is same
my poetry is not just to express the feeling
because it's the important part of the life we are living

Garbage boys

The age, when they are supposed to play with toys

Picking up the broken & trashes for others, these Garbage boys

In the piles of disposed plastic chocked their story sentimental

The boys, dusty body so frail & gentle

Wrapped in clothes, tattered torn, dull & discolored like them

Surviving against the rules of Darwin

Too starved & malnutritioned & no one cares

Only the open sky & thrown food, they share

In the chaos of every city they have to find a place to sleep

They collect the things, what people call waste & cheap

No parents, no future, just the harsh life on the road side

Living in their small world unaware with pride

Shiny cars & luxury clothes, sparks their eyes

Telling that they have dreams,

But

Their memories full of hate, insult & razed

Which are permanent & can't be erased

Unexpected rains, deadly cold & sweaty summers

Not every one of them end up like a Kite Runner

When people sleep comfortably in their sweet home

They stand there with the fainted & blurred shadow alone

‘Love at first sight’ has changed to become ‘Love at Facebook’.

According to Wikipedia "Love is an emotion of a strong affection  and personal attachment .Love is also a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection —”the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another”. Love may describe actions towards others or oneself based on compassion or affection”

but i think Love is the best feeling for alive thing….

now a days , i think love has its more values in books only…in this hectic life not many people care for such word….

‘Love at first sight’ has changed to become ‘Love at Facebook’.

We all have heard of several love stories of Romeo Juliet, Heer Raanjha, Laila Majnu, Mirja Sahiba and Shiri Farhaad….

But today’s romance isn’t that straight and simple as it used to be once upon a time.

Why would otherwise world’s largest social networking platform ‘Facebook’ come up with this interesting relationship status, ‘I am in a relationship and it’s complicated’

If boyfriend is not able to talk to girlfriend for even a single day or some time minutes due to any silly reason ,then complexities rises and relationship broke .The meaning of love is getting cheap for little interests and demands .I am sure that almost all of us who had been in relationship or continue to do so would have undergone such phases……………..

And in case you say you haven’t, I would say, ‘Lucky You!’

Relationships these days are short lived. Terms like ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend are so much an accepted norm of our society….I don’t think they existed in the past so much. When one committed to a loved one, it was done for life, ‘Until death do us part’. I sometimes wonder how it would feel to read if Laila had an ex-boyfriend or Majnu an ex-girlfriend!

For the survival of true love love, we should learn to sacrifice in a relationship, otherwise there is always the danger of ‘complicated status’ that threatens the very essence of the beautiful emotion of love……..

Love affair of the moon

breathing on a window pane, writing
his name on the misty glass, waiting
cool breeze pass me by, whispering
& the train crosses the bridge ,rattling

bless the rain that softens my tears
because I'm still recovering from chilling fears
waiting once more for someone to light up me
so that i can be happy and free

I yearn to hold you close next to me
To feel your heartbeat if you can see
Hopefully the miles between us will disappear soon
& you'll complete the story about the love affair of the moon.

True love will last lifetime

I imagine that I hold you and feel your gentle touch

sometimes it's overwhelming and feels just too much

there's something about you it says so in your eyes

a lost and lonely look that you just can't disguise

with people staring at our magic glow

the reason being we love each other so

imagine us in bed cuddled up and warm

not worried about the weather and the storm

you would be making sure that we're both well fed

and sometimes i would bring you breakfast in bed

then in the evening as we sit together quiet

I tell you how much i love you

,with all of my might

and that there's nothing else that i want in my life

just to have you here and really be my wife

So my Darling lovely girl who's so friendly with me

Can you see that I mean it and just want it to be

Death

silent,certain,no escape

permanent & inexplicable

crumble to dust beneath the ground

buried an earthen mound

infinite stay & no way out

endless caravan of death is ever about

I was dreaming...

Every day I wake up with an illusion
my mind splashes like waves of ocean
she walks in beauty with her spell bounding smile
her face in the gentle wisps of blue magical eyes
my heart beats very strong when i see her coming
even in the moonlight she look stunning
my voice loses its tone, does not sound the same
feeling like i have forgotten my own name
i love the way she laugh with joy and excitement
but suddenly everything vanished & silent
lost in myself with my thoughts streaming
as i already know that i was dreaming

Experimenting

It's very hard to describe your own style. And I'm young, so I'm still experimenting.
We are afraid of ideas, of experimenting, of change. We shrink from thinking a problem through to a logical conclusion.
That's why i decided to go out in the world & face it & experience it in my own ways.....:)

working on expressions of face

Learning things is not a big deal,but teaching self is something to be proud on...& that's what i am feeling right now...:)

DOORS

DOORS 

Opening it could be full of surprises 

Or could end up in a crisis 

It always opens both way

Either u cross it or stay

When it is closed always i'm curious 

When it opens I get suspecious

Thoughts crosses my mind

To find what is there behind

They say it contains all truths and lies

You'll never know,if you won't try 

Many chapters of life are locked 

let's find the key

It may lead to the paths still not walked

& could ride you over the waves of the sea.....

so 

doors are just not door

they are much more

than we think

could change the things in a blink