"Happy Birthday"

He’s a guy so shy,
As sweet as an apple pie,
Sometimes tries to be a little sly,
But to me he can never lie.

Brimming with creativity,
He’s blessed with a clean hand,
Continues to wear positivity,
By me he promises to always stand.

He might like remaining quiet,
And seldom makes new friends,
But knowing him has been a complete fun riot,
I hope this caravan never ends.

Here’s wishing him on his 23rd birthday,
A year full of love and success,
Be happy and keep smiling I’d always pray,
And may the Almighty richly bless.

Life will come FULL CIRCLE

She smiles a broken smile,
Manages a tormented inside,
She walks a staggered walk,
And gathers courage to go on…

She's seen life being unfair,
Knows what it takes to survive,
She still keeps her hopes alive,
And lives a moderately melancholy life…

But, that innocent girl loves to laugh,
Has something she never talks about,
She has immense love for her people,
And always remembers the hidden treasure in her loved one.

She goes that direction where life takes her,
Asking herself the questions of right & wrong,
She understands everything happens for a reason,
And waits of the day when the truth will be unravelled.

Sandook

Ek laal rang ki sandook hai mere paas,
Jismein sambhaal kar rakhi hain kuch cheezein khaas.

Kuch yaadein bhi hain unmein,
Aur thode anchhue ehsaas.

Kuch kaagaz ke tukde hain,
Syaahi ki boondon ke saath.

Hain kuch murjhaaye phool aur muskurate chehron ki tasveerein,
Jo lejaate hain un yaadon ke paas.

Rakha hai usse kahin sabse chupakar,
Dekhti hun kabhi jab koi na ho aas paas.

Ek laal rang ki sandook hai mere paas,
Jismein sambhaal kar rakhi hain kuch cheezein khaas.

The Wonderland

Strolling down the memory lane,

Taking in the reflection of sunny smiles,

Shining through a little window pane,

Encouraging me to walk some extra miles.

The path had its share of curves and bends,

Un-folding the chapters of joys and sorrows,

Flocked with images of people once called FRIENDS,

Unveiling a gloomy impression of tomorrows.

With a heavy heart and an unfavourable journey ahead,

Deciding on what is it that made it all this way,

Gathering the pieces of broken threads,

Figuring it out who it is that might make it okay.

On covering some distance on the uneven trail,

With the Rain God showering His mercy on me,

Wondering that there is none who would listen to my tale,

I started sprinting towards the legendary speaking tree.

Thinking that it might help me talk everything out,

And impart me with its yellowed counsels,

I kept rushing ahead when I heard him shout,

"Hey there! Stop!"

Astonished, I continued walking when he began to whistle.

Pirouetting, I looked straight to where he stood,

Trying to recognise who he actually was.

He came closer unveling his face from the black hood,

And all I could do was smile and pause.

He walked ahead smiling his best,

Embraced me in a big warm hug.

Inquired if he could be my guest,

I nodded a Yes with a shoulder shrug.

We continued walking while he threw questions,

Probed to find out the reason for haste.

"Let's not get into that", I made a suggestion,

For I didn't want to sound lonely and waste.

He held my hand and promised not to leave,

And that we were the best of friends,

I was made to believe,

For now, forever, till the end.

I looked up at him with wistful eyes,

While he smiled his reassuring smile.

And then I was hit by another surprise,

When that familiar sound made me agile.

I frantically started looking for my phone,

And realised it was ringing somewhere close.

But when it gave out its final groan,

I woke up with a startle and froze.

"Jeez! it was a dream", I blurted groggily and turned to my noisy neighbour.

8 MISSED CALLS & 4 TEXT MESSAGES, it said.

On clicking the Log I saw it there,

The name was enough to make me break the bed. (^_*)

Arbitrary Attachment

There are times when you fall for a person and you don't know how, when and why it happened. You just understand one simple thing that you just can't get enough of them. And one fine day it suddenly hits you hard and you realize that you can't ever be with them. They have a different world which they live in, where your position is shared by many other people. Because of other people around, you constantly feel that he/she feels nothing close to what you do and that there can never be that special bond you desire for.

Then there are situations when you're alone with them and you're made to believe that you mean something to them.

They will leave no stone unturned to show their affection towards you..and you of course, at the spur of the moment, forget what it is like in real and ecstatically let yourself go.

That is when, while letting yourself go, you drag yourself into situations that otherwise you'd just imagine yourself to be in. But morally, you know...they're incorrect. Also, due to things that happen in those weird situations and your beliefs in them, you never tend to miss another opportunity where you can be with them or just merely see them.

And in no time you're made to realize that your 'special' person and everyone else around start taking you in a way you'd never expect them to. They might as well start calling you 'names' and tag you as a FAKE.

But when one is genuinely in awe of a person, he/she stops paying heed to what people are saying or thinking. It does affect in a way or two but ultimately what remains is bountiful of attachment, concern and care for that special one. And of course you would always want to be in their good books, no matter how you're treated or felt about.

In the end, it's just the connection that keeps you going. 

She's just a Woman

She’s no puppet, no doll.

Neither a game you play,

Nor a flask of alcohol.She’s just a woman,Not some material to maul.

She loves and showers ample care.Goes out of her way to help,And still bears, the pain, the stares.But there’s always a smile,That she manages with flair.

Playing roles of a mother and daughter,a lover, a wife, a sister and a friend.Cares Who!And the world continues to slaughter.

Misunderstood as she is most of the times,She continues to discharge her duties.Still remaining subject to crimes,In a society of beasts relishing on beauties.

Jaanti Hun (First attempt at Hindi Poetry)

Naadaan hun jaanti hun,

Thoda jaldi mein rehti hun, yeh bhi jaanti hun.

Galatiyan bohot karti hun,

Lekin jhat se maafi bhi maang leti hun.

Kabhi be-tuki baton par muskurati bhi hun,

To kabhi itni samajhdaar ho jaati hun ki khud ko sab samjha deti hun.

Kabhi logon ke beech rehkar chup rehna pasand aata hai,

To kabhi itna bolne ko jee chahta hai par sunne waala koi nahi hota.

Kabhi akele baith kar purani yaadon mein kho jana acha lagta hai,

To kabhi unhi yaadon to yaad karke aankhein bhar aati hain.

Kabhi akelepann se pyaar hone lagta hai,

To kabhi ek dost ko gale lagane ko mann karta hai.

Kabhi kitaabon ke panno mein chipe zindagi ke haseen lamho ko padh khush ho leti hun,

To kabhi un lamho ka zindagi mein na hona ek khaalipan sa lagta hai.

Kabhi baarish mein dil khol kar naachne ko mann karta hai,

To kabhi sab kuch chhod ke bhaag jaane ko dil karta hai.

Shayad apne mann ki baatein theek se bayaan nahi kar paati,

Par iska matlab yeh nahi ki main kuch nahi jaanti.

Jaanti hun ki waqt hamesha saath nahi deta,

Par dil phir bhi sapne dekhne se nahi rokta.