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Cupid thoughts
Love is in the air,
When you start to stare,
At the golden sky, Into a wild dream,
And as you close your eye, it opens with a new beam.
Love is in the air,
When the binding thread is care,
With a drop of warmth and trust with open blinds,
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She and me…
She came in to my life on a fine one day,
But I didnt knew, she came there to stay
We stayed together from then, for a reason,
But i didnt knew, there would be an end to the season.
I loved her round and cute pink face,
Which left me at times in a daze.
Many a times she combs her straight hair,
But as always, she gives up in despair.
I tried initially to convey, but in vain,
That she looked a beauty even in plain.
We travelled in Chennai and went round,
Sharing the old and creating new memories all around,
Being the bubbly and talkative she is,
I would always nod my head in every 2 mins.
We shared the bed and our secrets, but never crossed our path,
We did fight, but always in silent wrath.
But when i fell ill, she gave silently a pill,
And cooked rice, when she never did it before, even for a drill.
Many walked into our lives, and many went away,
But we both saw it through without much sway.
We were called man and wife by some of them,
And we never bothered to correct any of them.
As I stand wondersruck at God’s gift to me,
I wondered about both of our fate and destiny.
I am now forced to leave her there,
Not knowing when to meet her somewhere.
I could feel her pain of loneliness,
But dear, I am also devoid of happiness.
Though I have few friends and an elder sister,
They can never replace you at all, ever either.
I will always be happy at my fate,
To get such a wonderful first room-mate.
As time and life forbids, we met now with parting eyes
But as you said earlier, never ever say good byes…
Being Missus…
Just short of few days to complete one month… Yes, its been more than 3 weeks of my marriage.
People keeps asking how is the new life. As if I have resurrected from an escaped car accident! Maybe I have changed. Have I? As they say, everything lies in the eyes of the beholder. My perpective may be different from others.
I am blank for past few weeks. So many things happening, new relations, new families, new environment, new friends, new town. I agree everything is new. But aint I still the same? I don’t feel myself now. As if I have been pushed to a new world. But if I rethink, I am not absorbed by the new whirlpool yet. I guess I am on the edge. If you ask what’s on my mind, I am unsure. There were so many I wanted to think of, but it doesn’t settled on one lest to pour them out! There are so many things I am missing now, but also excited of the uncertain life ahead. It seems strange when people who knows you treats you as someone else, but it also feels good when unknown people starts respecting you for being Mrs. I know I am not just a friend or a daughter anymore, I am more than that… But… Is it that being too good to me, has disadvantages also?
I feel I am losing my self, even when I am gaining a new identity… What am I now??!!
Sabse anmol…
Ek nayi raah hai, ek nayi aas hai,
humsafar ban ne ka ehsaas hai,
pyar tho sirf bol hai,
saath nibhana hi sabse anmol hai…
Lambi safar hai, raastha shayad katin hai,
agar neev ho vishwas ki, ban jaatha aasaan hai,
Rishte jaise ped hai, pyar tho sirf phool hai,
samajdhari hi dali hai, wahi sabse anmol hai…
Mann mein kayi raaz hai, jaise phool par kaante hai,
simte hue rishte mein, karte ve chedh hai,
bandh kamrein mein raaz dabaana hi bhool hai,
udne do khuli hawa mein usko, sachhai hi sabse anmol hai..
Ab tho yahi prarthana hai, yahi dua hai,
Har rishtha tho usee ki dhen hai,
Denge saath hamesha, ye sab tho sirf bol hai,
saath nibhaana hi sabse anmol hai…
Happy Valentines Day… 
Just browsed in to see what state I was last year, and I got this…
PS: Dedicated to RK…
Silent passengers…
The rise of a new dawn,
Or is it another dusk,
Yet another week forlorn,
When bygone memories sink
Change is needed indeed,
But not that much to carry the soul away,
Thats too much then I feel,
To live a life with dead hearts which doesn’t awake,
Some say, life is a quest,
From which we churn the answers,
And very few do we trust,
Amidst the hunt, without fears,
Why the customs n the rules,
If they cannot sustain the bonds,
Its hard to live like a mute,
To pertain to life without fonds,
But why blame the rules, when the near can stand
To wash away the pearls and golden moments,
As if all the hope and love I do is just pretend,
And giving back is not worth even a few cents!
Its time I realize my priorities; they explain,
But to foresee not, the throne i bestow them,
Their blindness do pricks, and thrusts damn pain,
After all, how can they do to me such a maim!!!
Scribble – November rain…
Its the end of October
And the start of November
Splashing across are waves; tender,
yet along with the rains n thunder.
The season is now full of blues,
In its best is the November rain,
Brings along a writhing pain,
With the unhappy events and news.
The shades are mostly blue n black
Seems the blue sun is too behind clouds,
The dispiriting mood swings are back,
The mind too reached the level of grounds
The prevailing atmosphere,
The wailing sky,
The dampening moisture,
The cold winds blowing high,
The sprinkling rain drops,
The immersed tears,
The thickened fog,
The growing fears,
The distant horizon,
The dormant expectations,
The glaring vision,
The never-ending confusions…
And here I am…
The waves are roaring to meet the shore,
The winds are blowing hard to reach the unknown,
Even the sun is setting in the horizon,
And here I am, standing on the beach, forlorn…
The scribblings on the sand have been washed away,
Making us remind that nothing lasts forever,
Time is moving ahead straight without even a side sway,
And here I am, wavering as usual, with past n future…
With streaks of tears flowing down the cheeks,
Memories fill in this stupid mind without invites,
Across the window, rain is drizzling out,
And the times, oil was poured in the fire in the heart,
Now, the woods have been cut, torn apart, and set to fire,
But no one near to withstand the blaze, beside the pyre.
All are cowards; why to blame them,
Even I was not strong when I wanted to leave them,
The destinations have been changed and the road is new,
Deep within, voices are crying out to the friends few,
Life is calling me to give myself the strength to move on,
And here I am, stand-still, with no seed of life to look upon…
Scribble
the wind is blowing hard,
and the storm is very bad,
the heights of gloom,
the silence in the room,
everything is making me mad.friends are found with dark masks worn,
seems to have the world gone torn,
it is dark and cold at night,
and just leaves my mind plain white.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
kahi bhi pyar nahi
kahi bhi vishwas nahi,
bahut ummeed thi badalne ki
lekin zamana badla hi nahi…..intezar ki bhi had hai,
na din hai na raat hai,
ab dil ki baat kise bataye,
har waqt tho barsaat hai…kehte hai zindagi tho ek samjhauta hai,
dil ko mankar chalo tho saaf raastha hai
jo hoga zaroor mushkil aur sunsaan
aur sab ke nazaron mein woh nadaan
lekin hai sukoon uske dil mein
jise dekh nahi sakte kisi aur mein
ek hi umeed hai baki is raasthe par
chalne ke liye raazi ho koi humsafar…..