Defining LoVe...

The spark of my life ,
a star in my shrine
a feeling so divine
wana keep it for lifetime..

The way you hold
the way you kiss
makes my world
a heaven in bliss

In the moonlight, with you wana dine
Lost in your arms, with a drink of wine

Dont wana blink my eyes
If its a dream
dont pinch me puhleez

Let me dive in the spirit so high
kiss me all night
love me whole day
Let me make a castle
in which we both stay..

Shhhhh..
Dont utter any words
Let the language of silence speaks

In the stillness of dawn
Only the beats of heart can be heard

Dont know whether love is prayer
or prayer is love
Her name is always taken wid him

I am not rich enough to give you anything
Except the small gestures of love and care
Accept my token of love
and hold my hands till I am awake...

TRUST....

Trust....

hard to mend , easy to break
it slips like sand
with time of grain.

A thin boundary
between trust and betrayal
Once you crossed it
nothing left behind.

Rarely you got indication from god
a realisation between right and wrong.

Everything was in your hands
but within a fraction of seconds
you stand empty hand..

Years of faith, tons of trust
Love and warmth, care and concern
With a blink of eye
the brightness fades away.

You know not where to bow
you know not how to take

Things get tough
really get tough
You stand bereft
When trust really means a word..

Is There A Way Out?

Locked in a room
Not able to move,
Thoughts provoke inside
Traps and trauma’s hovering over my mind.
When one door closes
Opens many a new
But why they all seem
Invisible at once.
Faith, trust in my harbinger
Will definitely search a way out
But the time surpasses
As if reaching the battle ground.

Hopes and expediencies
Seem to be abhorrent
Whims and fancies
Remains a part of day dreaming.
Anybody!
Somebody!!
Who can tell the truth
Is there really a way out?
Where I can walk miles a few…….

EXPECTATIONS ????

Expectations are lost in a blink of eye

No body dares when difficulty passes by

Others maintain ;

This too shall pass…

But accepting it is a bit aghast.

Efforts are there indeed

But nobody cauld see that transparent sheath

One from the crowd pinpoints you

Criticism is acceptable

But hearts of heart is hurt somewhere

why expect? why demand?

The why’s are creating havoc in mind.

Goals shattered, doors are closed

Boulevard of broken dreams is my home

A voice behind the door break the silence

“ expectations are expected from the expected ones

the smaller pieces of rocks are necessary

to provoke you from within” .

like a new butterfly struggled/destined

to come out of larva

blessed ones are expected to

overcome the hindrances.

With remorseful criticism

And hardships in life.

You are blessed with grace of power divine.

So neither regret

Nor complain

Because expectations makes you

Stronger and bolder

like the way you never expected...