Monday, June 13, 2016

Three Years of Love

Cold nights with warm feelings, this was how their nights were going
Days with less sun but a lot of shine, this was what they were seeing
A never felt affection with uncontrollable attraction, some new feelings and untouched emotions like all were unwrapping together
After playing for long, a day came when the love knocked their door
A day when some words kept hidden while some came out
A day penned as friendship day in their dairy of life
Thought they were intelligent enough, innocent them haven’t felt the power of love yet
They tried hiding their craving hearts, but how long could they stop the divine power,
As what had to happen, happened one day and the innocent hearts spelled three words
Three words of beauty, three words of immortality
Three words which carry life, three words that give life
Fallen they started rising in each other’s heart
They fought like hell, and sometimes tried breaking the knot of love
But as it is said true love never ends, so how could they die from each other’s heart
Love is like flowing water, it finds its way, so as their relation felt a fresh breathe someway
Again the three words started coming in their way
These three words made them complete their three years journey
Three years of some sweet or bitter memories, some smiling or crying moments but above all love has inked their pages with three years of Togetherness…

Sunday, February 7, 2016

An Answer

An Answer

In the middle of her alone journey he held her hand; she was neither willing nor unwilling. He was so humble; he healed her wounds and gave her his warmth. She started believing as what She saw in him was something that she had never seen before in anyone. Sometimes he was a beauty and sometimes a mirror to show the beauty in anything. All now they were seeing in each other was happiness, altogether a life. It was like a sketched she now filled with the colors of life.
His eyes were so deep like she was made to drown in them. It was an evening when she was looking into his eyes, like she was going too inside him, like she was asking him to go too inside her. Like an all-time closed book was opening itself to be read by him. Probably he was feeling the same. The depth of his eyes was drowning her deep down to the deepest. She forgot all the strings of world, merely to be tied with one. she solely wanted to be with him.
That evening turned to the most beautiful night of her life, when they saw each other in them. No arms ever relaxed her except his, She tasted his lips, and so soft they were. They were floating in the river of intimation. How pure that was, how true they were. The trust in his eyes, the touch of his hands, his feet to walk beside her and many such beauties made her fell for him.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Great souls always exist

Great souls always exist
There are situations in our life when we face our tough times, that time we lose our all abilities. Even choosing one thing to eat among two becomes difficult for us. That time everything seems scattered, nothing feels in our control. All the doors seem closed and broken us do not use our brain. We become emotional that time and knock every door with a hope and when the doors do not open for us then we get demoralize.
Same happened with me and I also got demoralize that time. But I was somewhere lucky because I knocked one door of a pious soul. Although it was a closed door that was also expected to be closed but it opened. The soul from that door pretended harsh and cruel. It simply denied helping me and asked me to choose my own way and it took its steps back but the door was left open. I was a fool who believed in words that I would not get any help. That time I did not see the door which was left open for me. The soul finally found me very foolish and started giving me clues and helping me silently.
I didn’t realize that when the tough time passed, when I collected all scattered things and when I was rebuilt. Then I realized that the cruelty and harshness were all false. It was a divine soul who wanted me to put my efforts. It taught me actually that without own efforts one cannot achieve anything. The soul played beautifully.
There are souls to show us the way but in the end walking or not is only in our hands.

Friday, October 2, 2015

Agony : Unsaid Truth

Agony
I don’t know what life is but if it is good then it was when I was with you, though it was for very short time. It is something I cannot define; only a one who has been in this can understand its beauty. And if it is bad then it is something I am living now, everything is bad without you sweet heart.
I cannot explain this but I wish no one to understand because to understand one has to be in this. It is some agony, an agony from which the desire is to come out but being helpless or say somewhere it has become an addiction of staying in the memories of beloved. When people know about you, they suggest you to move on or ask you to be practical but it is not about practicality or moving on. I don’t know which kind of agony is this but it is something very painful. It teaches you almost everything; it makes you generous because you start understanding other’s pain too. At times it makes you smile on you. It makes you patient. You slowly stop expecting things not because you become a satisfied human but because you start leaving all threads of fascination. You don’t realize that when you become a wanderer with some unknown quest. You don’t realize that when you stop your pursuits.


You become a human who has some pale on face, you stay calm for the most of the time but when you lose it, only emotions fall. Difficulty is not in surviving but when it is after living then it kills you every moment.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

An Anchor for Life


An Anchor for Life
In the never ending learning phase of my life, I started my quest for knowledge. It was like walking in the cold winds of winter’s morning, hiding myself in the fog, looking for some warmth. I, then found a soul with a pure heart, a heart that gives care to others, as soft as feelings and at times as harsh as words but to shield. A soul called “Teacher”.

Being my mentor, my teacher held my hand, protecting me from the bad and guiding me towards the light of knowledge, gave me a smooth start to a new life where I was the “Student”.

Today my heart is ready to speak in gratitude and with respect, I would like to thank my teacher

For all the guidance…

For all the care…

For all the favors…

For all the love…

For all the appreciations…

For keeping a good relation…

For forgiving me…

I want my teacher’s blessing at every phase of life…

Friday, September 18, 2015

Time is Now

Time is Now
Sometimes when we are prepared with all of us, when we are on fire,
When we are filled up with confidence,
When we are about to perceive,
Something happens wrong as per our thinking,
Something happens that make us think that we exist nowhere,
That makes us think that we have lost everything,
That time our life stops moving ahead,
But does the time really stop?
It is us, who stopped ourselves,
Why?
We take it as a failure which is not a failure in actual, it is a lesson to learn which we missed before but not this time,
Now this is the time to see the light inside our heart, the time to know ourselves,
This is our faith, our belief which is somewhere hidden in our heart and still alive,
This is the fire inside us,
The fire that can ignite anything,
That can burn all worries,
That can make us achieve best and better from others,
That can make us believe that it was just a chance,
That can make us live like heaven,
That will take us to a new height, higher all,
That time we will taste a real satisfaction,
That will make us happy as we were never before,
And then we will be the real winner,
We will be the one with happiness, experience and above all THE SATISFACTION,
The life with all these things will welcome us,
But for all this we need to be on fire again,
This is the time to know ourselves,
Let us beat others,
Let us do it,
Let us open all the doors and walk ahead by leaving the obstacles behind,
Let us leave no stone unturned,
Let us blow it out,
And it is not about what we desire but it is about what WE DESERVE AND WHAT WE CAN…