Mothered by a hope, cradled by an idea;
The dream was born on a happy night,
For hours it kept me awake, by its innocent cry.
It’s a blessing of a god, let me father it tonight.
But with the dawn, I must rise,
To see it gone and pay the price. (In the form of sorrows mebbe)
Nevertheless the memoirs stay;
And help me fight, the plight.
But there will be dusk and sun will set.
When a new dream will be born…
Dedicated to: me
She flowed by…
Came here today, I don’t know why,
Simply stand and sigh, as she flows by.
Have seen her for years, I am visiting her again,
But fresh is her beauty, and in this I dissolve my pain.
Rhythm of her flow , is all I hear.
Purity of her waters, I try to explore.
Images she shows, of all who are in proximity.
She is true to everyone, it’s her nature.
She has shaped them all, the diamonds at her bed.
Unto her love, even rocks cannot resist change.
Her origin knows no one; no one can find her end.
She will never be lovelier than she is now,...
(let me kiss her to feel her in my veins.)
Came here today, I know now why,
To see her smile and flow by..
Dedicated to: IIT Bombay Lakeside, I am lovinit
Here I am today, the vision of your eyes
So are you here, the smile of my face
You are my dream, my inspiration for life
I am your reality, true side of your identity
But what if I am gone, gone with the night….
The fading light and the fainting smile,
Your vision conquered by morning light.
The void inside, daunting you every moment.
And the identity overshadowed, you realize.
With the dreams lost in to the oblivion,
Life is like a desert and time flies like the wind.
The smile is now just an expression,
Truly speaking, I am scared and so are you
Tonight our hearts have just one thing to say,
“afraid to lose you dear…
…..”
Dedicated to:
(for junta who would find it difficult to understand,
the peom is written on a date at night..)
Mumma, I want to fly..
Before I lose my Vision;
Before I start on beatenup paths;
Before I fast for a secure future;
Let me make-up my mind,
Let me follow my heart,
This is the only desire I have today,
Let me do or dei...
The pain to not have served you,
will stop me at every point,
Give me strength to do it, dear..
Comeon, let me fly....
Dedicated to: My mom offcourse...
From the bottom of my heart....
Was born, will dei.
Between the two is where I lie...
Laughing on myself, singing others glory
with a smile I tell, my love story..
In some shady corner, I lived my life.
Hard-work and loneliness, were like my wife....
No music attracted me,no cause did I champion.
A lay man I was, was I not?
She came in to my life, like a wind on a seashore
Warmth of her talks, taught me to smile.
Beauties of nature, she helped me realize.
Now rhythm is my food and world my purpose
( Everything looks like a dream, I am scared I might wake up)
With waves she had come, she went away with the winds..
(I long for her, I am feeling chocked.)
And to hard work and loneliness, I got remarried
For her absence, I never cried..
She has taught me to smile, in tough times
Her gifts to me were a kind heart and a beautiful mind
I preserve them for her, for I am sure,
Someday she will come and just be mine....
Dedicated to: Bhaiya, who is in Love with a girl since God knows when...
Your return, I fear no more,
Your Love, still lies in my core .
If the Patriotism in your heart, you don’t respect,
Your Love to me, I suspect.
Put on your armor, go to the war,
Let your enemy not get far.
Your countrymen have faith, you are awake,
Their blessings and prayers, you shall take.
A warriors mother I am, I shan’t cry.
Look there my son, I see your destiny beckon,
It will sing songs of your bravery, when you die.
And the best of men, you will be counted on.
Go my son, make me proud..
Sing the anthem, sing it loud…
Dedicated to: Mothers of young men who lost their son in Bomb blasts.
The Rain meeting a sea ,
The white downpour at night,
The play of sun and shadow,
The wind waving a leaf,
They said it all, in a divine way;
It was the language of silence.
(know not what)
I felt it strange, like it rained
It was beautiful, like the white downpour
It was so dynamic, like the play
Something unseen carried it, like the wind
I wanted to say it all, know not how
It was something somewhere. (know not what)
Like its nature, it took me its way;
And the language discovered itself.
And I said it all, in a divine way.
Dedicated to:
