Zindagi ki Khushfehmiyaan

Tere jaane ke gam me kahan itna dum tha

hume to uske khalipan ne sataya

tere ishq me lahan wo sachai thi

 hume to uski haqeeqat ne raato ko jagaya

tere  na rehne ki wajahon me kahan wo bechaini thi

dil ko to tere reh kar bhi mukhar jane ne jalaya

dushmano ki dushmani bhi achi hai us yaar se 

jisko apna maan ke humne khud kko galat paya. 

The best friend

Love is eternal ,or so they say
Not everyone finds it though
Life follows its own way.
You find them;the person,the old witch thinks
When a light over their left shoulder clearly twinks
So many lights on street and in houses
But none blinks bright enough,they all mix up into noises.
How else does one find a heart fair enough then?
The world stops for whom. That soul takes over when.
The smile of whom is a telegraph
That one person you'd stare at in a photograph.
All this while life has passed by
Without that one person but i merely sigh.
As long as i have you things barely matter.
The glasses are filled or into pieces they shatter.
And deep in those dreams along with THE MAN,
Another heart beats ; of someone else its a fan.
The future maybe dull but it  should be with you.
If i am the morning fog you be the evening dew.
There are aspirations in every common man.
I have so many too. Some i can control some i cant.
All of our fights have been followed by a peaceful dove
But Something i seek the most is ;My thoughte are same as the Truth behind your love.

One eyebrow twitched, one eye more compact

The lips curve in place , the hair are just intact

The cheeks more fluffy now, the chin just okay

While not much has changed in how she looks

Her mind and heart have crossed a bay

She wonders right now looking at the face

That still belongs to her and the world’s race

Am I bad or the people? Is something wrong with me ?

The mirror could not answer, for it cannot see

How the mind bleeds red

How the heart is bound by chains

How the calmness is wondered upon

How true love pays the fee

The darkness follows up once again

It builds up the anguish and the pain

The insides hurt one more time

How she wishes a stitch in time could really save nine

She is fair enough, believes the heart

For she pursues life as an art

Then again the mind comes into view

Its she who is bad, like  frost in the form of dew.

The war goes on , soul tore into pieces

Like them schools have, can her life take a recess?

But it goes on like a soldier’s war

Where should she go. ? what does she stand for?

The battle between the world and her should end soon

She shall spend another lonely night lit up by the moon

Questioning herself in and out

The silver tint in the clouds of doubt

Her face is pale with the cries

Her eyes are drowsy without any tries

Yet  tell of days in goodness  spent

Her heart? It’s love is innocent. 

I once Belonged There

It all started with a chirpy greeting

Of hugging and hand shakes and everybody meeting

Continued with chatting even in early morning dew

The winters were cold , smog out of the mouths flew.

The jaw from then on, had no rest

Of moving continuously nobody ran out of breath

The classes would then drag on

But we sat as in just another lawn

Whisper, murmur the gossips had to be passed

To everyone who took interest, ditching the class

The neighbours were in whispers told

Those who sat far off had to take some steps bold

The rest also wanted their share of the news

That had led the studies to blues

For them the papers were torn

Scribbled down , folded and as aeroplanes flown

Read, turn around and make a weird face

Always that led to giggling and the teachers trace

The bell would be so longed for by us

The class dragged on creating a fuss

Periods ended only to hoot and jump

The adrenaline suddenly rushed as in a pump

Another new then came from the officials

Of a free period and nobody could stop being trivial

The fun always lasted the whole day long

And ended with a love song

Goodbyes were said just to meet again tomorrow

Nobody had any sickness or sorrow

Everyone fit in like do jigsaw pieces

Ours was a thing about that you could write a thesis

I sit here and at all the activities glare

Frequent screams and the atmosphere flares

They once did but dont attract me anymore

The memories although are fresh and pure

That corner of the class has always been a world of its own,

I know

It all changed dramatically , nobody has thought so

I have felt them with my feet bare

They all seem so familiar , for I once belonged there.

The Wait

I hold up my coffee to the sky , frequently adjusting it with one eye closed so that  the sun rays pass right through the brown handle and make it look like its shining. The sun is setting now after its daily walk over the world of millions of people. Over highs and lows , over minds that think and over the hopes of many that fear to even wink. I am on my roof with my butt placed on the raised edge of my terrace which has no boundary walls. I hang my legs down to the window of my room. In one hand is the my-very-long-time-obssesion daily coffee mug with hot stirred up cappucino and the other hand i choose to keep on the little bit lower part of the terrace at my back so as to prevent myself from falling down. I also decided to carry a book with me today. In case I get bored of staring at the sky today; which I never do. But minds do flicker and mine does a lot often. Therefore the book. Its on my lap and amidst the clouds of thought that form very often when I come to this place I occasionaly stare at the cover page of it. It's appealing - the reason I picked it up from the bookstore when I went there the last Saturday. A forest which has trees lined up in a row - A plantation as geography would term it. And as if inspired by me that too has the sun rays falling at just the right angles through the leaves and making it appear Yellowish- orange. A shade i have fallen in love with in the past years . And on the side is the title " Absolute Love " .  It has been enough of describing random things now. Although I love doing it ! Love is never defined by books and words I suppose. Every person has a different meaning of it. Different memories attached to it. Different ideas of how to relish it. And different incidents which have made them realise it. Anyway. I gave up my thoughts on love just then. Its irrelavant to think about it when I know it shall never come to me. :) And of by chance it does its tacos tacos then. I have events of the whole day in my mind . And how life has changed in the previous month. It has been a whole lot different in here. People have become less wanted. Memories more cherished. Studies more looked into. Things more adorned. Little things more noticed. And REAL things even more NEEDED. The life I was in till now seems to be fake. And what I had thought I was has been proved wrong by people. I talk less and act more now. I love less and ignore( the unwanted and fake people ) more now. In short , I dream less and live more now. Life is happier this way , something I had never imagined. I have a few who love me and those are the ones who really do. I have a only a few whom I can count on ,but when I say that really means that they'll be there. I can actually write a thesis on PEOPLE'S BEHAVIOUR now. But I wait. For them to prove that the negatives are wrong. For them to correct the words that I will sow about them. And for them to actually give a direction to the trees they are growing into. Eventually So that the thesis that I write has only positive things . And for that I may have to wait forever....
Its time to hit back to the house now . Workout. Homework. Daily things  and to the  people I LOVE. MORE THAN ALL THESE THINGS.  Tadaa folks :)

Successful socialites

Here are 10 ways how one can be a successful socialite :D 

1. Speak to the people. There is nothing as nice as a cheerful greeting.

2. Smile.It takes 72 muscles to frown and just 14 to smile.

3. Call people by their names. Everyone is pleased when you remember their names.

4. Be friendly and helpful and others will respond likely.

5. Speak and act as if evrything you do was in genuine pleasure.

6. Be genuinely interested in people.

7. Be generous with praise, cautious with criticism.

8. Be considered with the feelings of others . It will be appreciable.

9. Be thoughtful of opinions of others. There are three sides of every controversy : Yours, the other person's and the right one.

10. Be willing to give service, what counts most in life is what you do for others.

ACCEPT LESS GIVE MORE

KEEP YOUR HEART FREE FROM HATE AND MIND FROM WORRY.

Shades

Everybody wakes up to a light Blue
Of new hopes and dreams yet to come true
The day then passes in various hues
Making you walk in different sets of shoes
It may later convert to a Magenta
Of happiness from love or drinking fanta
Otherwise it maybe a bright Pink
Of promises ,elation and things written in happy ink
The other half ; it can be facing an Orange
Like the sun sets in all its florence
To many others shall be enhancing the White
Of peace and calmness as far as permits the sight
Seldom solace the soulfullness of Green
That way you get your picture clear on a screen
Somewhere the atmoshphere turns bright Red
Of uncontrolled anger and words half unsaid
Faces among a crowd also reflect a little of Brown
As things collapse away and they pull on a frown
Situations now worsen and form a cloud of Grey
Tangled, destructed; thats how to time you fall prey
The storm now adhers to it ravaging track
People have failed badly, the dead end is Black
The journey makes feelings to fade
Life comes to us in various shades..