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......

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.

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.......