Sunday, November 13, 2011

My angel

it is you whom i wish to explain,
it is the beauty in you whom i want to explain.
your eyes the best creation i think,
along with your beautiful looks & cheeks pink.
pertaining to your attitude i wonder about,
and for you being not a fairy i doubt.
you look as such,
that you are just too much.
i believe that you are a divine soul,
before whom lies no where the creation whole.
moreover a wonderful creature you are
and i haven't seen anyone like you so far.
i wish you to be mine,
as you are the greatest feminine.
the world of words leaves me
when i even try to praise you ,
to raise you ,
to a height
through poetry, my imagination & of course
my love.........

Friday, October 7, 2011

My school...

In the fields was my school,
A boulevard & in start a pool.
Birds chirping & those ducks swimming,
Those lotus petals , ahh that amazing feeling.
Whose aroma still comes in this heart & in the rest
Where memories often comes to gather dust.
At the end was my classroom
Where the shreiks were probable with some flavor added boom boom
A windowed room where from peer baba (temple) could be seen
Though we never there had been
Those four columns of benches & that big blackboard
Though books always took a toll but lunchbox seemed to be an unnecessary load.
A boy who scored always high , as always linear was his graph
Well his name is Rohit saraf.
Sitting with him was the guy though intelligent but tension free
He is none other than Pankaj patwari…
Wide chested and smiling face , always in mood of rock n roll.
Yeah… he is Piyush koul
Like was the adjacent guy whose smiling habit & prank playing made his Fame.
You know…Arvind sharma is his name.
Behind them were the two great guys.
One with disc pain but powered hands
Have you heard about Brahma Vishnu Mahesh…
In our class it was different …it was Brahma Vishnu & Akesh
Along him was an other guy
With robust body who in the starting days banged Ajay sharmas face
Nineteen wides in a match added to his fame.
Yes friends….Sanjay raina is his name
A gutfull gut & seriously friends he was the captain in every game.
Well well…Sunny gareeb is his name.
A quiz lover , a cricket freak and & extremist thinker
Who always got trapped in blame game
Well Vikrant matass is his name
A heighted guy with sober nature though well on the aim
Nariender khajuria is his name
With him I used to sit
We shared a lot even a single bit.
Ajay devgan of our class. though was the tallest but the shortest
We called him “chootu” who from 7th to 1oth remained the same
Ravinder sharma is his name
Now comes the turn of girls.
When ever i look back one face always strikes me.
Who remembers me of ” Goddess SHARIKA”
A deep respect even when i hear her name
Yes…. Sakshi goja is her name
A girl whose fast accent i never could understand
One of my greatest friends
Her talkativeness made her fame
Romshi raina is her name..
The gal whom we were scared
A gal with two plaits , laconic but with strong aim
Meenakshi koul is her name
A witty & a quickie gal
Who taught once a teacher a lesson (drawing sir)
Blonde a bit but clever at the same
Namita chauhan is her name
Beauty with brains, i heard a lot
But an example i never could sought
Beautiful in every way she was
Even beauty could be felt in her name.
Leave in dear….You all know her name …
Do you ???????????????

Friday, September 30, 2011


to see the world better i need now a third eye.
as the rest two seem to always lie.
in this world where melodramas are frequent,
i am not able to resist but can only lament.
for the past grievances & the new coming,
it feels that life has stopped humming
seeing isn't bad but sights are,
i feel offended by this insane war.
i don't want to pray any more,
as my silence always sounded like a roar.
i cried many a times & still i do the same,
they say now a days all play the same game
to what they call love isn't pure anymore,
i feel my mettle corrupted like a rusted ore.
am trying hard to change the new trends of human nature,
becoz it's said to reach a proper port, dont drift or lie at anchor...

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Pride ...the subsequent fall....

unending thoughts & mere beliefs,
pending works & severe griefs.
flashes when a smile with lips open wide.
slips the tear that i try to hide.
oh the damn me & the damn pride
proud they called me but always i denied.
but when i realized it finally,how awfully i cried.
it was a devastating tide
playing in me the seek & hide.
oh got ruined the supposed peace
with that totally ragged ..the pride piece.
everything tried afterward ran in vain
so friends duly refrain..
from being a proud fool is the thing main ,
so shrug your shoulders & of course your brain.
because everything gets flooded in the disastrous rain.
clearly by now, i don't think i need to come again......

Was it a rendezvous....

Beneath the clouds lies the sun,
& the weather was dry
She was on her way
& on my way was i.
Never i had seen her
& never she did
Never i will see her
May god forbid.
& then it suddenly begin to rain.
My noble thoughts were in gain.
As i was taking care of my wet books.
She went glaring me with her caring looks.
& then i left the place & so did she,
Who is she & will she be mine
Knows only HE

A big liar....

you know up in the sky lies nothing,
It is nothing just a blue thing.
The hell lies here & also heaven do,
So for the God cares who ?
We are all free to enjoy,
In this world with girl & boy.
no one can stop us,
So there is no almighty thus.
So just don't bother for wrong & right,
To hell with the so called career bright.
My lines might seem to you a hot fire,
But be cautious dear,
I am a big liar

Monday, September 12, 2011


I am the branch of a tree,
Trying to grow separately & free.
I know i don't have any roots,
Then how can i bear fruits.
possibility is that i may grow alone in a field,
Where there is no one to care & no one to shield.
Wished i should have waited for my friends,
But ALAS! they opted the same kind of trends.
I feel like an obnoxious one,
Who cares , i am whose son.
The tree which was evergreen,
I separated as i had turned malign.
I didn't understand what was true & must,
Got befooled & blinded by the waste & dust......

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Revised policy.........

The life which i want now is with small dreams
Peace within & no more charts of big dreams.
It is not that my passion died.
It is just that at time i didn't had a proper guide.
Who could have checked the brakes in me.
Which would have played role of a magical key.
However, it won't make any difference to me
It isn't true that only buzy is the bee.
All have their own & all work hard
However a great destiny is the Gods card.
I know that at the start my happiness will be less.
Thinking huge only creates panic & stress.
Calmness is what i now own
Accept new challenges everytime & you will be reknowned.
Show people that life is at the best when seen from above.
Happiness comes surely & so does love.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Soul chords.....

Deep down lies the flame
Nothing it has to do with the name.
Burns without oxygen for a reason unknown
But creates magic when seeked alone
Resilient & harmonically it burns so quiet.
But when burns makes a man go poet
So cool & serene when felt inside
Makes you reach far with its high tide.
Calmly one should make companion to it.
Surely you will love it bit by bit
They say it is governed by the lord.
He plays with it like a musical chord.
Truth & beauty comes out when music reaches its peak
Wished i had the power to sneak.
It reflects the charecter pure
It is Soul for sure

Romancing with books....

Romancing with books is good for both wallet & the soul.It is blessed with the charecterstic feeling of the unconditional love it offers back to its lover.No matter how beautiful or ugly the book is , it always looks enchanting & inevitable to those who dare to love in all conditions.It makes a man to utilize & exercise all his senses & allows him to bargain with fiction correlated to the ground reality.However books are at their best when loved in solitude. Makes one laugh , giggle , cry , frown & many like kinda things.books check ones temperament & builds the same.though the moral of a book never changes. It signifies its consistency ,persistence & self belief of the book.Books improvises & nourishes our confidence, satisfaction & it always offers an evergreen happiness to the one who takes refuge in them.Playing hide & seek may be dangerous as it can lead to many confusions & illusions , so better be loyal to them like the way they are.Books are basic things which nourish growth & success of the human race.......

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Voice plant......

All these years i have been planning & dreaming about the best that could have happened to me on this fruitful planet & it has been totally opposite of even the smallest positive thing that happened to me.With the result i haven't been able to quench even the faintest thirst for what i strived for. What has been more interesting and be fooling was the approach that i had adopted. When the going got tougher i started thinking more and more that finally landed me in committing suicide but thinking about the after affects & differences it will make i gave myself a next chance of better attempt,though every time i felt my heart & mind confused , doomed , & sinking but the best part was that i was breathing , i was alive.But what i learn t wasn't important at this point of time.a flower was about to bloom & a wind came and crushed it . I wasn't prepared.Surrendering could had made me look like a coward but at the same time wanted to be a hero but not easily. My dad used to tell me that adversity makes a man . I followed many small regimes in my life with the belief that intelligence lies in the action. Without exploiting my actions & showing eagerness of doing heroic actions in uncomfortable situations, I believed that these actions will inculcate in me the basic virtues of heroism. experiencing all this looked incredible & overwhelming but it too had that parasite of corruption of getting carried away . This parasite changed the whole cell structure.In this modern hi speed even viruses are scanned & deleted . Hope humans too had this kinda anti-virus. I feel, i have seen seen simple things more complexly that actually didn't suited the was life works. But what i was earlier isn't what i am today.This thought really made a substantial affect on what i thought i am . Proudy of not forgetting anything i read, even what i tried to remember retained in me like a flash . But what it seems now is the trash of old memories & nothing new & re creative. it takes a lot to fight even for what you don't have but it takes everything to get back what had been yours. Pain is the smallest thing but what important about it is the test it takes. It checks patience , & basic virtues that makes man, a warrior.It may seem easy & hypothetical to those who didn't suffered but for a man it is a clash where heroes are born & where cowards mourn. Playing beautiful & fair is what is important. Crying in all these situations makes liquid pearls gush down my cheeks. Hope this strategy could have changed the coarse of destiny. I feel i haven't intrigued by the so called destiny. It created many chances , situations where i could have lost myself . I don't know how i came out but i know why i did. Out of no where , out of the darkest nights i witnessed , out of the worst scenarios i faced , i still feel i am blessed with many good things which are worth & what is important is my being here where i can grow more plants & reap fruits in the future.No matter what others call me but what my heart says, vividly fits in my mind.journey all these grave situations undoubtedly were nerve wrecking & gruesome .life is sophisticated when seen through the lens of calamity. It may seem blurred & bending away from normal but it takes infinite passion & dedication where all is crystal clear & magnanimous. thick & thins , evens & odds are a part & parcel of life.Many think life is a struggle through out or may differ but at the same time life is a virtue of being real & healthy. It may taste bitter sometimes & difficult to absorb, but it also has in it the juices of love , warmth , affection & success.