In your memories....

As the clock ticks by,

The lonely night darken

The crippling silence makes it way

All my senses awaken

The quiet and cozy bed

Is now sulk and troublesome

I twist and turn yearning for u

Feeling empty and so lonesome

I feel your warmth at my side

Pain in d heart drifts to d eyes

Hands die to hold u tight

Feelings turned cold as ice

Waiting for d crack of d dawn

And d latter coming nightfall

A zealous tinkling of the ding dong bell

And I ever wanted is that’s all!

The View out of my Balcony.....

The view of my balcony is not the same everyday

Often it sparkles with a bright sunny ray

Look at the cars parked neatly in a row

Their makeups are shimmering in the somber dusky glow

There comes a lady who is in an extreme hurry

Well she must reach on time else she needs to worry

Hey the wind brings in the clutter on d floor

Compels me to clean the careless corridor

Children comes to play as the time passes by

Oh d poor boy fell now he will soon begin to cry

A man is crossing lane lost lonely in his phone

Attention dear! You may get hurt by the drone

Over their someone is unloading his truck.

He finally got a house after a toiling hard luck

I stand for hours together observing this view

And wrapped up this moment in a ballad brand new!

Letter to the God #3

Dear God,

Thank you so much for fulfilling my most longed heartily desire of visiting your holy home- Shirdi. I knew someday you would definitely fulfill my wish, but this was not at all expected.

It was an extraordinarily enduring pleasure for me when I saw your divine beauty. Nothing more could I wish for, on my birthday, other than standing right in front of you. Your gleaming allure had filled my eyes with tears. Your charming exquisiteness & liveliness has enlightened my life in all possible ways. Your blessings are everything I need to sustain this gift of life…

Amen…

Your Child,

Soul

Promise

Promise is a gift,

Acknowledgement of faith,

Assurance of deeds,

A medal of trust,

Receipt from the Maker,

Your reward of love,

From the storehouse of the Maker,

To you,

For you :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIMPLE SOUL...

P.S. This soul has became 2 years old today... :)

Happy to be Simple... :)

"As a man becomes serious within,

 he becomes simple without..."

Yeah... Here on wards, my blog will become...

 simpler and simpler !!!  

The Morning Glory...

With the rays of the sun so glossy and glaring,

open your eyes with the flowers so luring,

listen to the mellow tweets of the birds,

forget the worries and blink away the vapours...

The night has gone with the echo of the past,

the moon dims down. Its beauty will last,

the stars are sunlit in the shining sky,

its time for them to say goodbye.

Let us thank God for the gift of the soul,

for a fresh new life and a sparkling light,

the hope to revive the castles n the air,

to continue the struggle for the ceaseless fight.

Kuch Ankahi Baatein...

She is confined. To fulfill her dreams. To question. To yell for da answerz. Search’em. Through inimical ways. Shez waiting for a miracle. Happiness. She needs a hug. Her mind refrains to do so but heart does need itt…

So she pens down everything. Pour out the heart. To find happiness within herself. To create her own paradise. To hear the whispers of joy. She just goes on writing and writing. Gradually filling up the paper with feelings, emotions, tensions, sadness and madness. And her heart, it clears up everything and become happy once again. To accept new ideas, new thoughts and build newer dreams

And finally, her writings form a commentary. Well, her pen can discover much more secrets than her lips and eyes ever could. It reveals all the skeletons in the cupboard. Unravels the riddles, solves puzzles, and unlocks her hidden passion…  

 

~LOVE~

                          SUMTHIN DAT TOUCHED MY HEART~

LOVE isn’t perfect.

It isn’t a fairytale or a storybook. It doesn’t always come easy.

Love is overcoming hurdles, facing challenges, holding on and fighting to be together and never letting go!

It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define and impossible to live without.

Its nothing but the realization that every hour, every minute, every second if only WE did it together…

 

Moments of Night....

The big bright moon is gazing down,

with the tiny stars glaring around,

the wind is carrying the essence of flowers,

spreading in the air with a silent sound.

The grass is supple and soft and wet,

Shivering in the scented air,

breaks the silence of creeping night,

touch the feet with love and care.

The flowers have slept in the laps of leaves,

under the vast shelter of the sky.

A serene silence far and wide,

filling the heart with peace of joy!

Kabhi Kabhi...

Kabhi kabhi Kavitaaein banti hi nahi……

Aur kabhi kabhi bas,

Ban jati hai !!!

Gratitude...

Started from small sms, moved ahead to paragraphs, my journey of writing crossed its initial steps at testimonials n essays.

Writing testimonials for our dear ones, making them aware of themselves, was, in fact, is indeed an enduring experience for both of us.

Never realized how these tiny things commutated to something better n better, lead me 2 create a BLOG... Never thought that I will ever bring my own blog into existence one fine day, that too just in my early twenties...

Feels gooood !!!!

I mean, yeah... As if i created an arena 4ma feelings n thoughts on d vast World Wide Web...

As a man is known by d company he keeps, m indeed fortunate enough 2 have d best parents n d company of friends...

My dear ones always encourage me 2 write on n on... De like ma stupidest sms 2 a fine testimonial... From a well n gud essay 2 a better poem...

JUST EVERYTHING !!

In fact, its them who have composed dis 'soul' who owes them a lotttt.......