savour

when on land
we pave our path 
and clear out what lies our way,
the ice cutter we use
to cut away the beautifully covered path;


see we not it's tears
for we may be moved,
time is too short
to softly move it away;
.............................

when the storm is yet to hit

.......today I'll share a unique experience
read it well to get it; if I delay i.e. not in such odd hours they might lose their life;


Ariana had just another reason
to offend herself
 had she once again found the undaunted courage?
that which you'll probably associate with a male,
and that in a girl you should fear!
that which shall bring tears to most
and shudders down the rest in the race;


so humble and sweet were her eyes
that spoke a million truth
a criminal would say it never lied
yet there were those inexplicable mysterious moments! 
when she'd lose herself to nothing
and run errands which she knows she'll fail;                




I do not believe in the unattainable
she said to herself
 when once she remembers 
some corny words down her drums-'low confidence',
timid she was always
yet she saw no end with her blue eyes so open
dreams she could see
and this one she couldn't explain;


yet she decided to run this failed mission...

the undaunted she

I have nothing to lose says she
I'm true to myself and shall preserve it to thee
with daunting spirit she smoothly ran ...
......ran her fleecy white gown over the wilderness
and seem it as if it were so easy
in her heart she knew what lay
when the piercing stones cut through her feet
such gory scene
might cause you to flee or stimulate your adrenalin 
yet she kept her plastic smile 
and when soil did nourish them moist
she thought it was the only cure,
barely strangling her reasons off
least she finds her sole unsure!  
when further she slept through nights without a fire
where the wild was in every way 
weathering her down beyond desire
she chose the night 
to lend her a dark blanket to cover
and when the errand was Alas over
she emerged as the winner!


A winner of spirit who had lost almost everything
but found joy in what I say solitude,
In spite of  the deep wounds that it left
it had left bruises that will perish her existence
and they will remind her of her chivalry!
In the end she found a friend-so true
that heaved her bosom heavy
yet left her life more settled,
She could return to the forest again
to pour her heaviness in the stream........


so piercing was the pain
like hammering nail on icicle, 
in front of your very own eyes
a cenotaph is made
where the lame ice has offered it's stay
after it's shattered
but this mettle was different
it shall withstand the storm,
see the morning again
and keep this memory an experience to be treasured! 

desert maid

rising from the desert storm,
a desert maid I am;
lying in the arms of the sand
low below the dusky sky;

in my hand I take some sand
out they slip one by one;
counting I need to learn again
for I cannot number them out;


sweet like dessert
yet I have no choice;
rose I from the desert
and here I return......
.....a change to open my eyes and see my creator
but never be a part of it;
lost i'm here
will someone realise i'm not to be found?
but remain sweet memory
like your dessert in dinner!


with hands so hot
and winds so harsh;
skin so dark
and water so scarce;


I am a granule among these dunes
a rose in the desert
that thrives on air 
and rises from nowhere;


here we live with our
distant relatives;
the sun , moon and earth;


I rise from dust 
and shall vanish here;
but remains my mark
.......which slowly the winds shall change;


remains so strong 
that winds be lame;
on hitting it
it shall turn to breeze;


such are the mortals here for
a change that will live on..............
rest will return with the wind

rising from the desert storm,
a desert maid I am;
lying in the arms of the sand
low below the dusky sky........

when u are defeated

when was it last when u were defeated?........think carefully, to a great deal of astonishment.......when on earth were we defeated.......'when those roaring chides were chasing our eardrums', 'when we had so much to say and she just walked over the grass......', 'when our friends don't seem to realise we are juast as much wrong as they are and yet we love each other', 'when we are upset and we cry as soon as our mothers hug us tight and yet we say nothing','when the world seems to be too much to bear'......
and yet again after the cry is over after the pain is felt we want a revenge......we want ourselves back......'the young topper','the earner of his dreams'.'the creator of his wishes'.....we want to be the self as before and in the strive we still live.........living to know one day we will succeed.....these unknown unending errands that we run ........cheers to it........to all the human race who knows we shall overcome!And plenty amny do it everyday,,,,,where we see the passion wins.....the pen with which faith wrote has failed and the new story begins.........happy new life to everyone and congrats for the constant trial for what we want that's the reason why we live.......the JUNOON.

the lazy morning bristled by
i wished i had another hour to sleep at my will
for daddy had called me up;
rolling eyes that seemed so lifeless
and mostly aimless....
i struggled with the dresses;

another day another chance
to show taht the lazy me can stay awake
and do that that it wanted
a strong power took over me
i was all powerful,omnipotent
and went out to rule the world
another day when i was human.......the cause to live on

the last train

when you can't decide i thought it's better i let the train go

it often happens amidst those large eyes of the world we seem to loose ourselves and find ourselves where we know everything and yet not know  what to choose.........when the tractor works if it though it would stop because it doesn't know whether it wants the farmer's food or run over the soil........we think and we stop almost everywhere and finally with a hand on those delicate thoughts we decide........here we go from where i stood

'this whole poem hints on the stuff that in any case in life if you aren't sure of the journey ahead........let the other thing free ....... don't stop someone Else's growth......'

rushing too
to catch up with the pace,
running into the crowd
pushing,thrashing to make my way
in the race, life's race!

snow capped mountains
satellite like eyes on me,
holding my camera more desperately
to capture the life in no-life,
how irony had laughed it's share
and mortals lived a lifeless life
and pushed me too;

the 2'oclock frost
was harsh on the face,
as if it took my gloves away
and i felt bare in front of it;

the morning was
supposed to be sunny,
how mortals are defeated in their game
and still they try,
they must go on they say;

i stood on the tracks
i was to bode the train anyways,
standing on the track would only
slow the train faster
and may be awake those sloppy guards out there!

not so easy.......
perhaps the jerks were so terrible
i waited at the station,
still living the pushed life
not thinking but acting as expected;

owner of ourselves
why do we not think?
......thoughts were piercing my head
they wanted to push in
and i repelled them weakly;

they won
i lost,
the boding was the usually done,
but the ticket can be thrown away too
if I'm not sure;

the train man smoked the engine
sounded his whistle
screamed at me
almost forced me in,
but i wasn't giving in........

"don't wait for me......start your journey,
if ever i decide i want to board this train
I'll catch you on the way
if you ave a seat
but today i can't decide
and won't stop you because
there are many others who have decided
to take this journey".........

AND THE TRAIN WAS GONE!!

the first train........the last train all the same......if we are not sure we want to leave we shouldn't i feel.........

tribute to my parents........i'm sure you feel the same way

coludn't help today's finger it just scratched through and my cereberum unable to control it's flow!.........hat's off to the greatest of all relations
honetly speaking this is an outcome of a day out where i was the subject and everyone took the job of doing anything and everything for me...........how lucky we feel then :)

lost in the winds would i be
had you not shown me the way
never mind how bloody i would be in the trees
had you not shed off your's to save every drop of mine!

full of desperacy would i be
careless talks in front of me
had you not cornered your eyes
to feel how i did;

had you not taught me
i'd blame you for not paving my way
inspite of all the pain
you left your sleep to take care of mine;

standing alone under the bright sun
unable to see
you gave me the light in the moonlit night
to see myself and i felt no more blind;

unwraped myself partly to you
 yet you know the whole story
 rolling pearls taht flow without a sound
beat against your ear like judgement day;

 what make'st you so fine,refined,divine
 and all
 when god himself is in search of them;


 be i in any cover
on the halloween night,
 your eyes know the soul
without any proof or so.........



i am delighted to have you guys as my friend,philosopher,guide,teacher,everything..........for giving me what i am and the unconditional love.......i honour you for that and jealous beacuse i'm not like you.......you'll are amazing!

have i not hurt you?
 have i not weeded on the garden soil?
have i not prayed to secure my lie?
then after all why do smile when you know i'm fine?
just one true love in life which no one can ever disapprove of
and one true ques which no one can ans........
that's the magic of humanity and every human(lucky ones) get the chance just once
even god cannot forgive to this extent!