Category: poems


>WE


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Touching your soul was best thing I had,
Wasn’t a dream, I wasn’t anymore just a lad,
You were full with joy and fresh like dew,
Wondering how did I ever found you,
Dazzled with your glitter and shine,
It felt as if I was on cloud nine,
Sure was heaven, when you looked at me,
And there was no place that I wanted to be,

Still remember those days, the times we had,
Still makes me happy, and sometimes a little sad,
But don’t you worry, for it will always be there,
The tears, the joy and the time we shared.

>For You :p


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So those eyes just lifted up, and looked at me in a huff,
The frown was there, still all I saw was love,
In those lovely big eyes, I saw the anger was fake,
coz no matter what she said, her eyes showed no hate,

They sparkled all bright, like stars twinkle in night,
And defied all the anger, taking away all my plight,
Oh..What I wouldn’t give away, to get her just one sight,
Would fall down in any abyss, and go up to any height,

If only she says, would do anything for her sake,
And would bear all the pain, more than anyone can take,
Will swim down the oceans,rivers and even the lake,
To prove that my love’s true, to show there’s nothing fake

>Not yet


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Which way to go, what road to walk,He asks the winds
hoping for an answer, which no one has it seems,
If he goes left, will he get what he wants?
Or may be the right,to drive away the fear that haunts,
He doesn’t know, Not yet, May be tomorrow, But not yet,
Should he go for the woods, and search the unknown,
or head for the crowd, and be secured about his future,
some say go your own way, but no one tells how to,
some say to do what’s the best for him, as if he knew it all the time,
He doesn’t know, Not yet, May be tomorrow, But not yet,

The paths call for him, luring him with promises, and surprises,
He often gets tempted, for he’s just a boy, who has many a dreams,
This confusion is tearing him apart, and pulling him in all directions,
He wants to take a decision, but halts at the crossroads,wondering if his compass is right,
He doesn’t know, Not yet, May be tomorrow, But not yet.

>SHE


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Well…. this is for someone whom I love very much, and who perhaps doesn’t understand the true nature of my love. Dint know how to express myself and how to convince her. So wrote this. Hope this will help….

For you my love. 🙂

Its like a dream, to look into those beautiful eyes,
To look into the face that defies everything, the face sans this world’s cruel lies,
She says something, I try hard to concentrate,
But fail to grasp a word,lost in those lovely eyes,Which clean away all the hate,

I look at her walking,she’s lost in her thoughts,
I wish I could be with her, atleast that’s what my heart shouts,
Wondering what would she say,If I say something stupid,
So I try to make things simple,try to be calm,and to make things lucid,

She laughs at something,and I can really hear the chimes,
And maybe she’d find this poem boring,for the stupid way it rhymes,
Something crosses her mind, and she smiles the sweetest smile,
And all my efforts to unaffected,to be neutral are again futile.

And when she looks at me with those lovely eyes,
I get sort of transfixed,like my legs are frozen in the ice,
And I wish I could tell her the way I feel for her,
The girl of my dreams,The Fairy who can fly without a flutter.

>Nostalgia


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And sometimes when he is alone, he sits and thinks of times gone,
When walking in the rain was fun, while his heart thought bout someone,
Of times when he dint pretend, and all the while they were happy,

All those people used to say, “There can’t be such a beautiful day”,
And while the children played the games of hide and seek,
They strolled on the pavement, closer than tongue-and-cheek,

Some memories bring smile to him, some old ones bring a frown,
He wishes he could go back in time, wishes he could change things back then,
Wonders what would life be like had he never done that, and this, and so many things,

He thinks he is waiting for someone, may be a call from that someone he loves,
And smiles at the thought, so naive he still in the matters of heart,Has to learn a lot,
He still is standing in the rain, wondering what he should do, Get under the shade or walk away in the rain.


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This burden is too heavy to bear, this secret screams things I can’t hear,

It’s the curse of my life, that cuts through me like a two sided knife.

😦

>For you S


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Sometimes I wonder what would have happened had I messed it all up….had I messed her leaving me.

Something for you S, may you never get to read this 😦

I still remember your touch, Remember your smile,
For a moment you come so near,and gone in a while,
You will always be in my heart,for its not a crime,

And I will love you baby, till the end of time.

>PS- I LOVE YOU


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And they stood there, looking at the stars,
Her breath on his lips, their eyes waging a million wars,
They were not yet one,and never were apart,
And as she moved away forever, she will live forever in his heart.



Nothing less, nothing more. This was the sole emotion in my heart when I started writing this poem. And no, this is not dedicated to anyone like my earlier poems. This is way too sacred to be explained.

PS:- I love you

>I am going down


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Well…. To be frank, I am bored. Bored of this place, bored of people, bored of lies again and again, bored of same old things…bored of myself. I know its not a very good thing to say, but off late I have lost the direction and I dunno if I am ever gonna know what I was supposed to do. Get a job,get married, raise kids, grow old, die??? Is that it? I dun wanna be like that. That would be the worst thing that could happen to me if I dint find out why I am here… I really gives a severe headache… Crap yaar!!! Atleast the disillusion of MBA kept me busy. Now there is no pretending. And I am glad about it. Atleast not doing the right thing is less dangerous than doing the wrong thing thinking it’s right. I know this one job has changed my attitude a lot and perhaps I have started respecting finer things in life.

I wanted to be a poet, though I do not write any good. But then again, that was where my heart was and perhaps that’s why I write sometimes even today. But this bloody world…well..I can’t eat my poems. I need to earn….WTF! May be someday I will have the courage to break away from this zombie crowd…one day I will… 😦 

Perhaps I will publish my book, even if just one copy of it. 🙂


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I am standing at the bus stop,
My necktie is going all flip flop,
The hair you combed is messed again,
And all the kisses seem to be in vain,

I wonder if you packed my lunch box,
And my toes want to get out of these socks,
The water bottle feels too heavy now,
I want to be alright, but don’t know how,

I look on the street, the children are playing,
They are also grown ups, why no school for them,
I wonder if you just wanted to send me away,
This single thought makes my head go down in shame,

I see the school bus coming to my stop,
I see the open windows,from which many heads pop,
I think of you and my heartbeat goes fast,
Wonder if even one day I am gonna last,

Then I hear your voice, telling me to be good kid,
Telling me to be brave and things which I will need,
I smile at your touch and kiss you on cheeks,
In your arms I find the love I seek.

I know this is something I have not written in a long long time. Was just missing my Ma and phone nahi lag raha thaa….so Thought of writing something for her. 🙂 Love you Ma.


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I think its a dream, i can’t believe its true,
And obviously no one will believe me, no! not even you,
I want to think it can come real,
But fate has a different deal,

I see her there, walking down the stairs,
I feel my heartbeat go fast, wonder if she cares,
I try not to look at her, and go by my business,
But fail to hide my mind, fail to hide this uneasiness,

I avoid looking there, she’s with her friends,
I wonder what makes her smile, wonder how she smells,
I laugh at me, laugh at the things I dream,
I tell myself its never gonna be, that we aren’t meant to be,

So I walk away from her, away from her world,
To someplace where someone cares, where silence can be heard,
I leave this dream lying on the floor,
and with silent steps I walk through the door.


>I stand by the bridge,
looking at the river, the sun going down,
vehicles running madly by my back,
people getting lost in this vast town,

I try to remember, I look into my mind,
Its hard to find the way,I feel as if I am blind,
I see the reflections,I search for water to find,
Only to be lost in the desert, only with sand in in my hand,

The sheep are going to the woods,
They don’t know what for!!!
They are habituated to be directed,
Dunno how to go to the “forbidden” land,

I also see the birds,flying high in the sky,
Oblivious of my pain, unable to hear my cry,
I see the beauties passing by,playing and singing loud,
They see the shining sun,ignorant of the giant cloud,

Finally I see myself, looking back at me,
A smile on “his” face, “he’s” asking me to be free,
He removes his clothes, and gets off his shoes,
And jumps into the river, swims free while the wind blows.

>He- The Voice


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He sits in the corner, sipping his black coffee,
Wearing an indifferent expression, neither violent nor meek,
He watches the people, running away from themselves,
He wonders at them, “Dunno how that helps”,

He has seen a lot and has gone through much,
He pretends he shut it,but it opens at a touch,
The evenings of laughter, the mornings of joy,
Sometimes feeling as if he was treated like a toy,

He sees people thinking that they will forget,
He laughs at these fools, and wished they never met,
He sips his black coffee, storms stirring inside,
He must choose an option.now he must decide,

To be with these people and be like just them,
Or run away from everything,turn all in the flames,
I don’t know what he will do, but I will be with him,
For he is the voice the screaming within.

PS:- I know off late my poems might have lost that touch. It happens. I do not feel like writing anything romantic anymore…. may be some personal reasons, but these things are not anymore for me…. I might even stop writing… It takes too much to bring on paper what goes inside my mind. I do not write fictional poetry. I write what I have seen. I write my own experiences….. perhaps that is the reason I do not wish to write anymore… I am fed up of being at the receiving end all the time and telling about it on my blog…may be I am ashamed of myself…of failing time and again…. May be… It always happens 😦

Just pray this was the last time I fell for someone…I wish either I could never rise…or rise so much that I could never see anyone worthy enough to fall for…

😦

>Prey


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Well…a poem finally…a dark one this time…dunno how much justice i have done with my dark instincts…You’re the judge

There he spotted her, the prey of the evening,
laughing among her friends, her aura lightening the dark night,
He watches her moves, the ways she speaks,
he plans for the act, the one which always rules,

He moves towards her, with an innocent smile on his face,
beneath which lies a cruel intention, of which no one can find a trace,
He takes silent steps, the prey completely ignorant of it,
his eyes mocking the atmosphere, like a snake’s slit,

She’s talking to him, amazed by his charm,never suspecting the reality,
He stands by her side, holding a beer, cruel face hidden by frailty,
“What is this man,where he came from”, she wonders in her mind,
His charm and wits, working their way, making her logics blind,

He prepares to leave,she follows him out, fallen for him all the way,
never thinking it might be a trap,that she might be just a prey,
The streets are dark,the lights are out,they are all alone in the night,
As he moves towards her,preparing for the kill, ready to strike with all might.


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I was walking alone, on the wet sand,
you said you wanted to hold my hand,
You said you wanted to be with me,
No matter whatever the situation be,

You said you will always be by my side,
and that you have nothing to hide,
You took me from me, you took my spirit,
You changed me into what I see in mirror but don’t know

You told this was special, that we were so meant to be,
And I just smiled, happy and joyous and free,
You made me fly, made me laugh, I ask now “WHY?”,
When all that you wanted to do was to make me cry?

You decided all, when to come, when to go, when to leave me alone,
Never thought of me, as if I was nothing, lifeless like a stone,
You left me stranded on crossroads, without telling which way to go,
“What do I do now?”..I won’t ask YOU! Though even I don’t know!

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