Hey eight-letter word religion  Who has it's own rebellion  You say you have abundant forms  With some contrary norms  Well, you seem to have a wide range  Due to which for other forms you look strange  This strangeness has now turn into a dispute  In order to make the other mute  They formed you for peace Would their rivalry ever cease  With your name they do  But I know it's not you  You're virtuous and not evil  It's us who've made you a poisonous cereal 

नाती ही अशी असतात..खुप कही बोलून पण बरच कही बोलायचा असत..खुप कही कलुन पण बरच कही कळत नस्त..खुप अन्तर चालून पण बरच अन्तर बाकि असतो..कुठल्या ही गोष्टी साठी काहीच प्रमाण नसतो..मोजता काहीच येत नही..तरी पण नतयअन्चि हीच तर गम्मत असते,की आपली भावना प्रेम अणि विश्वासात सांगता येते..जितका जास्त प्रेम तितका जास्त विश्वास अणि तितकीच कमी भीती,म्हणुन म्हणतात प्रेम करायचा मनापासून..खुप अपेक्षाना धक्का देत मन तोडून जातो..अणि काहीच न मागता पण खुप कही देऊन जातो…

One season has gone past me,I have been through the quest for joy,I am not assertive about the distance I have covered,So it’s the time to reckon, of the trail I have crossedTo start was the known lane,To choose between was stone path and green pastures,It was simple and easy to go for green pastures..To my amusement, it wasn’t so obviousMy illusion of having known it was fake !Suddenly transforming, it shattered my perceptionsLost I staggered, wandered...Too much lost in transition, but no delightful creation.Yes, there was a dawn of realization,Rifting apart, my thoughts got influencedI stood there for myself, seeing the bridge of my dreams and life flouting awayA huge sea poured in from nowhere separating me into two halvesI am still, pondering for the fate that slapped me so absurdlyWhy it took so long to comprehend the insanity of my ideas ?It wasn’t the insanity though; it was the apprehension of my surrounding which could not amalgamate this rebel,So, at this point, I stand, still con

ये तेरा हर पल बच्चा बनकर रहना, पर वक़्त आते ही चीजें बाघोर तरीके से संभालना; यूं तेरा मुझपे इस तरह हक जताना, और दूसरे ही पल गाली देकर भगा देना, है मुझे भाता   ये तेरा बेफिक्र होकर घूमना, लेकिन उन मुफलिस बच्चो की ओर रूझाना; ये तेरा इतना ज़ाहिर परास्त बनकर, हर एक बंदे से मुलाकात करना, है मुझे भाता   ये तेरा मुझपे इतना ऐतमाद होना, की तेरी ज़्यादातर बात मुझको यूं बया करना; ये तेरा मेरे कंधे पर सिर रखना, और मेरे हटने पर मुझे खीच के वहीं ले आना, है मुझे भाता   ये तेरा मेरे बालों को खीचना, मना करने पर और ज़ोर से करना; ये तेरा मेरे साथ वक़्त गुजारना, मिनटों को घंटो में बदलते देखना, है मुझे भाता, है मुझे भाता....

जब सब कुछ ठीक होता है, नहीं आती तुम्हारी याद मुझे, जब मैं नाराज़ होता हूँ, सिर्फ तभी तुम्हारा ख्याल आता है, मैं तुम्हारा गुनेहगार सा हूँ, तुम मेरी नाराज़गी जैसी.

तुमने मुझे पाल-पोश कर बड़ा किया, शायद अपने स्वार्थ के लिए, कि बड़ा होकर मैं तुम्हारी सेवा करूंगा, तुम्हारे दुख में साथ रहूंगा, लेकिन देखो ना, मैं कितना स्वार्थी निकला, जो तुम्हे छोड़ दिया, बोल दिया मेरे वेतन से तुम घर चला लेना, मैं फ़ोन किया करूंगा. _______________ मैंने ज़िद करी थी जब जाने की, तुम किसी कोने में रो रही थी, तुमने कई शहादतें देखीं हैं, इसलिए तुमने मुझे रोका था, मैं नासमझ सा उम्र के साथ आये जोश में निकल पड़ा घर से, तुम्हारे आशीर्वाद के लिए मेरी बीवी ने मुझे टोका था. _______________ माँ मैंने देखा था पापा को चाचा से बात करने में उलझे थे शायद, माँ मैंने देखा था छुटकी को मेरे पर्स में, तुम्हारी तस्वीर छुपाते हुए, किताबें लिए हुए पैर छुआ था जिसने मेरा, उस भाई को देखा था, आईने में देखा था मैंने मेरी बीवी को, आँचल में आंसू बहाते हुए. _______________ रोहित को देखा था मैंने मेरी वर्दी में खुद की कल्पना करते हुए, मेरी हिम्मत से बाहर था रोशनी को, मेरी पैरों से अलग करना, मे

Let's sit in a park and sing our heart out. Let's make music that lures the childlike spirit of passers by. Let's rhyme to the sound of chirping birds and dance to the tune of applause.  Let's do what we're here for, let's live!

You'd know when it's time..When the lady in whites is measuring the last of the doses, I still want to listen to Guns and fuckin roses. When it's time..I look helplessly at the monitor, I'm sure I still desperately want to give it to "her" When it's time..I barely hear some random phone calls,Cos I believe they knew I had the balls. When it's time..I realised that my "life" was only sixteen to twenty, But I made sure that I got the best of the plenty. When it's time. .I looked at the window to see if there's any crowd, Saw only few faces but felt really proud. When it's time. .I can see one really worried face,Bitch, the first song we played in the 3 disc changer was from "Ace of base" When it's time. .I know that I've had the greatest times in the places that were "far",Didn't manage to buy you the promised surprise car (sorry for that) When it's time. .You can see that the monitor has gone silent, Just pray that my next life is equally vibrant. When it's time. .You'd wish that I was really in a band

Sthayee: A tribute to Mother Nature.When I first came home, She was in full blossom, swaying with joy by my bedroom window.Right there. स्थायी.I began walking, I began talking.Her colours faded and changed.She always kept an eye on me.Right there. स्थायी.I began growing.She was my companion.I swung on her branches, tossed around her seeds.She caressed my innocence.Right there. स्थायी.My hormones began pirouetting,Her trunk witnessed my art.She gave her quiet encouragement.Right there.स्थायीI met my partner.My worldtranscended to ours.She was unchanged.Right there. स्थायी.I grew inquisitive for answersmy search for my Why deepened.She was unmoved.Right there. स्थायी.When the dusk of my life descended,I wobbled to her side.The moment I hugged her, I felt her heart beat within mine.I don’t know how life seeped through meNow my gravestone lay by her side.She dropped a flower on me.Even in Death,She was there.Right there. स्थायी.In that moment it dawned on meHer secret merged into mine.I was defined by Chang

My Dear Friend. .. You entered my life as an unwelcomed face And lighted it up with your grace... In beginning everything was new But now I cannot stay without you for hours few.... Those random calls..  Those late night chats...  The fun we had, as naughty brats... The time we spent my dear friend  The mischieves we had no end... The secrets you shared are safe with me,  As I've locked them with a key.. A circle is round, it has no end And our friendship will always trend.. 

LOVE- Love is not just a four lettered word.It’s four-dimensional and much more than what is conferred. Length, width, depth and timeIt’s these dimensions that make love, sublime. Let’s talk about the life of your love now, What matters more than how long you’ve loved, is how you love.You may have been loved for a day, but if it is the love you need, it is the love that will stay! Because Love is not just a four lettered word,It’s four-dimensional and much more than what has been inferred. Width of love is broader than what is seen about loving someone.It’s about hating something about the person without hating that whole someoneGoing beyond expectations fulfilled and unfulfilled,but thriving within the boundaries of the promises of the willed. Because Love is not just a four lettered word,It’s four-dimensional and much more than what has been concurred.   Depth of love cannot be described.For some it may be deeper than the ocean, for me it is nothing but th

I AM! I am more than what you seeI am what I choose to beI am what words fail to describe I am what a mirror cannot reflectI more than what you neglect I am someone your definitions can't defineI am all those unexplored galaxies What I need is not in you but in me, within meI cannot be like anyone I don't even want to be Because I am, meI am my victories and my losses I am my strengths and my weaknesses I am my pains and my gains And still a lot remainsI am the most defined, yet! Undefined I am the most explored, yet! unexploredI am more than the color of my skinI am more than my likes and dislikes I am what any lens cannot capture so fine Coz it cannot see what lies in this potential of mineI am my brain, I am my heart, I am my soul I am humble like the summer breeze, I am audacious like any black holeI cannot do everything But I can do something I cannot be like anyone But I can be what I was meant to be, the only one You think you know me ?Sometimes I don't even know myself What paths I can take, which cei

To those loving nights With the fairy lights Magic is all that is inhaledIn this temple of emotions Resides a heart of knight Four a:m in the morning the clock strikes That was when that love arrives Not familiar with the face you always dreamt still beautiful but hard to recognise Messy hair, nerdy face, pointed eyes Dipped in sarcasm, fine like the red wine And yes it arrives and nothingness leaves finally.. And again it's all smiles, all smiles..And yes it arrives from places far away miles and miles.. And now this love reached the middle With the loudest bumping heartbeats but that silent phone Matching habits, colors and tastes like you found your clone And suddenly love made you daring to chat under the blanket..Connection so strong like the opposite poles of magnet And that first contact that takes place under the section called archived That person that doesn't feels like a person anymore but a home.. Like a bee to its beehive..And the darkest secrets start getting leaked And so the love reached its p

And yes I am tenderMy tenderness is not like that of human flesh that you stab and blood comes out slipping over my body, dragging this soul to it's endMy tenderness is like that of an oyster that you stab and pearls will come dancing over the edges of my body...And yes I am tender I am tender like a breath My tenderness is not like any other breath that you take for granted My tenderness is like that of your last few breaths where every inhale and exhale counts..And yes I am tender I am tender like the impalpable flames of fire My tenderness is not like that of those flames that give you warmth and you blow them away, once you fulfill your purpose But like the flames that will give you warmth but if you try to blow me away my sparks will drag you in this dazzling fire until every part of you doesn't get baptized in me....And yes I am tender And don't you confuse my tenderness for my weakness....It is my strength and has always been ...  

And the heaven is left in the seaAnd the sea drizzles the rain from the heavenAnd darkness surrounds your eyesBut those hands devour the touches Like a lioness just took the untrodden ways to her luscious prey to pacify her hunger Touches so meek and gentle like that of the last few leaves solacing the branches in autumn When it freezes, when it thaws You tell the nuances in the seasons by the grasping skills of smelling ,so sharp, sharper than some predator's clawAnd these fishes fly in the sullen silences of your brain And the sun might ascends , below your feet, below the laneAnd the moon might adorns the freezed hues of purple hayAnd you might rebuke ,the fact of its actual grey And these dews carry the ocean within them, curledAnd below them these grasses might be the mountains of emerald You think, you predict, you implement the signs of auguries of endings and beginnings You live in this predicament, with your spirits, swinging You were not given this world, you constructed it ..You illuminated it, wit

In the gleam of light In that stream of night I think of you, Only you In that sparkling light Through the winds of time Every breeze feels of you Only YOU. . .