Your little girl...

Survival is difficult
I am in middle of a tussle
Whom to choose, whom to leave
Do I have a choice?
No I don’t want a choice
Want you to be on my side
The way you always were
Since you held me in your arms
A small plum tot...

Ever since you treated me
as your doll, your kid
But then I grew up
And now it’s time to part
I know you are not sure
Scared for me, in strange lands
Want the best for me
But afraid of the worst it can be

You never thought of me to leave
Even in your strangest of dream
But it’s true and will gleam
Yes I am in love and there is he,
But this is destiny, will happen,
But without your blessing it can’t be
As for me both are water and air
Can I survive without anyone of you here?

Take it that I have to go,
But still I will be your doll
Yes someone will be important to me
But can’t take your place at all
Trust him, he will treat me well
And will hold me if I fell
Will care for me, more then all
Because he know I am your doll

I know what you want
All you want is safe hands
To hold your little girl
Not to treat me as dust,
But care for me as a pearl
I know nothing can make you trust
And even you are not unjust
But just believe for once
Support me to embrace my fate
Trust me he won’t be a nightmare
But your daughter’s soul mate

Face it?

It is hard to admit,
the truth to our heart,
it's harder to admit,
our sins to our soul…

Life goes on, time pass by,
we keep on covering ourselves
in that hard shell,
anything can penetrate
but not hint of our true self…

It's hard to see the right image
without any mask,
without any veil,
life is a big masquerade party
shadows moving all around…

At times it does strikes
strikes to that little corner of our brain
where some pure blood stays for a while
to tell the truth…

but it's hard to tell,
so we search a secret keeper
that almighty or someone else
to create another myth of confession…

maybe someday we will gain courage to
face it - the saint or devil inside.
but will that happen?
When will we get the vision to see it?
and be brave enough to face it......

Let's talk straight....

Let's talk straight.
with no frills,
no masks, no veil
just truth, no lies

I have stopped identifying,
with your carmel coated words.
Cause that's not you,
you do not mean a single word.

Stop being politically correct,
stop playing this game.
I can take it, what may come,
but bearing this is shame.

We were not like this,
nor on any terms we got along.
If it's time to part, tell me?
Don't say it will go on...

Let's just talk straight....

Rising with sun

Eager to see the dawn,
I lay awake at sea shore,
Waiting for my dawn!

Sun will rise from that farthest corner,
Separating sky from sea
The rays of light faded then sharp,
Will fall on water, will spread across the sky,
Painting the canvas with color,
Colors changing, and
Changing scene with every stroke of that brush,

I am cold I am wet,
My eyes are dull and weak
Weak to face the light,

Slowly with its rising head,
It will fill my dead eyes with life,
I will feel the warmth seeping in my skin,
Penetrating even further touching the soul

Oh! That would be the dawn,
I am waiting for,
Waiting to catch with life again,
Life will flow through my cold blood,
Colors of the canvas will shine in my eyes

Eyes

Sparkling diamonds
Naughty at times,
Can’t be more serious,
Crystal clear,
Washed with tear,
Sacred with fear,
So much to say,
So much to share

Read them,
Or lost in them,
gems in all shade,
but can’t trade
can’t stole or loot,
can just win,
win by losing heart.
And then see the sparkle,
Precious most,
Just yours!

Me right or my...

Sage or emperor,
Preacher or warrior
Surrender to right or suppress by might
Choose thy path,
what heart say, or be it brains way
it is a contest
I verses me
no one to tell,
no argument to sell

A journey for all,
But many lost,
Few survive,
Luck bunch wins
Some find victory in loss,
For rest win is all
But who shall I follow,
Again brains might,
Then where goes
Heart,

And again I am lost,
In maze, loosing my days,
In this never ending quest
a quest called life,
to find if I am right,
or tell yes I am right,
or to sell I am right,
Puzzle again standing tall
Where to find heart,
Or give up to reason’s call

Me right or my…..

Why I am here?

Hard to find
To feel or say,
And harder to stay

With life lost
Lost in maze
What am I doing,
why doing,
plugs my mind

is it the name,
or some other thing,
I am chasing?

Even why am I here?
here at all,
To see the dead faces,
Or to be dead?

It was soft and shiny day

It was soft and shiny day,
but alas! was not going to stay.
gloom was taking over,
dark blanket covering the sky.

and I was that little sparrow
learning to fly
Afraid!
took refuge inside my mothers wings
inside I was desperate to fly.

fly till I touch edges of sky
fly to make the whole world my
fly till nothing else is left to fly
inside I was surfing in the sky.

but dark dragon of clouds was
conspiring with the wild winds.
aming to kill my dream
and making it harder to stay.

my dream was fading, sinking in my heart
just then she went flying in the stream
turning and twisting playing with dragon’s eyes
she called me out and gave back my dream

took away the gloom n made it gleam
holding my wings she took me out.
telling me,
“You are made to conquer the skies
Never let your dream die in your eyes.”

Sick Mind

sick mind plays cruel games
games to soil known names
to hell with love,
to hell with trust
and thy plots, schemes
tearing bonds of love
poking beautiful hearts
and just giving endless pain

I am right
so what if don't have might
by hook or crook
I will gain

immaterial who is getting hurt
why to bother
its my bonds
why u care

Just the gain,
u call it lust
be it
u call it callous
I see.
but who cares
let u say any bit
but I dare.

Just Me

Some worlds I live in
World with me,
With others,
Without me,
With no one

To find myself
Not so easy
Look with my eyes or your
Perhaps their
But still, hard to find

Oh! See me,
With flowers now,
On the rocks
Now rocks on me
Bit messed
Still clean

Staying alive is not difficult,
But its hard to be seen
Seen as me
Not his or her someone
Not that car owner
Not that fellow passenger
Or neither girl in skirt
Just as me.

Easy to play pretty face
Easier to play ugly
Hot headed or meek
Bright or nerd
Alas hard to be just me

Just me
I am trying to be
You too?

I Fly....

Choosing between right and wrong, is not what I do, I do what my heart says. I Fly......

Conversation across Metro Tack - Spring 2009

Yesterday was a really pleasant day for me. Me and two of my friends decide to have morning walk at India Gate. Though we made plan to meet up at 7.30 am, we were only able to catch up at 9.300 am, but still it was really one of the finest Saturday morning for me. After having stroll at India gate with lots of jumping and dancing we headed towards CP and form there boarding a metro we headed to Rajori. Finishing our business there we headed back to Delhi Metro to ferry us top our destinations. ( p.s. I am cutting it short here as my subject would then be left far away.) So finally at 2.00pm we were parting, and two us were going toward CP and one of my friend was going towards Dwarka. We parted wising each other good bye though we are going to meet again on Monday and other days ahead. And as Me and Pooh climbed up the stairs I saw her waving to us. D was on other side of the track, and we started with our sign language as it is pretty hard to make yourself audible across the track. After few quick signals we realized that people are staring us but still with our unabashed spirit we continued. Alas this was to stay for just two minutes as D’s metro arrived and she left.
After she left we both were now involved in each others talk and just then I noticed a guy across the track having similar conversation with a girl aside me. And I tell you I was as much enthusiastic and involved in that conversation as we were with D. I was not just a spectator, I was a part of it, similar to those dozen of people who were staring us but actually were part of our conversation.
Across the track not only we were conversing but the platforms’ were also alive with that talk. Some people enjoying it and others irritated with it but yes they were not invisible they were part of our story.
Bye D