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 ...my poetry, my imagination & of course
my love.........

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 ???????????????

Transit....

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...

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

Nuclear....

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......