Undying Friendship

A little crazy is one of them,

Eldest among us all, he is a gem...

Kiddish in behavior, fastest driver

For any party place he moved as the striker...

The other is the sober one, Matured

Sometimes fun, a best friend and a little obscured...

Among the three I am the solitary girl

Fitting in the group, with them I swirl...

Crazy, Innovative, Imaginative, and Impressive 

For each other we all are obsessive...

Years of togetherness, and closeness

Our bonding is spectacular and measureless... 

Those awesome trips and funny scripts

Drinks on rocks with food and talks...

Whatever may come, good or bad;

Standing tall positive energy we add...

Brotherhood Friendship and Love Connected

Peace and memories together we detected...

We may have parted ways with time 

But still connected as stairs of life we climb...

                                                LET ME BE ME....

    If he could, understand me, not judge me, Let me be me........

    Forget my past, accept me, not judge me, Let me be me........

    If he could help me change, not abandon, but let me be me.......

    If he could hold my hand and drive me through, not leave me, and go off......

    If not possible to stand me, then give a chance and let me be me.......

    If I cry out loud, then hug and caress me......

    If I am off on the wrong foot, then don't gave up on me......

    If angry I say all shit, then zip my lips and Kiss me......

    If I commit a mistake, make me understand things and stay beside me.......

    If you get people talking shit about me, explain them reality, but don't stand against me.......

    If he could, understand me, not judge me, Let me be me.......  

Our Love is like Music

If you are the guitar

I am its strings….

If you are the composer

I am its lyrics….

If you are the flute

I am its melody….

If you are the rhythm

I am the harmony….

If you are the emotions

Then I am its feelings…

You are the song

I am its beat….

Your voice to me is life

The best song ever…

When you play I dance to the tunes of you

If I am a song of wind from glossy lips

You are the whisper…

A hypnotic trance of eyes

A simplicity of somebody's heart….

Wish I could be your melody

Enchanting our souls together…

Wish She Had a Delete Button

Those memories that burn inside
The dark phase that passed by

Those debauched man's demeanor 
A child, a girl and a women's unheard raucous voice

She was assailed at any time of the day
It threw, a kind of dubiety upon her moral conduct 

Wish She had a Delete Button!!!

Devils here and there around the world
Each day a teenage rape case remains unfurled

That One day in each one's life
 With pain and tears, hidden deep inside

I find it viscerally painful to see the casual association
those parents families who remain stoic with hesitation

Wish She had a Delete Button!!!

A flame burning deep inside
What a terrific stage they had been

The torture and the pain that girl faced
Who had been viciously assaulted

the dark stain on a woman's core
and a ruined heart of a man instead

Wish She had a Delete Button!!!

"The Known Unknown"

What a day it was, the day we first met

Scorching sun, and the excitement was set,

A simple Hi, was how it started

Gradually the stories blurted,

Funny it was to meet at the station

This is what is called a Friend's Passion,

Passing the crowd his hand reached mine

Cheesy he felt and it ran through my spine,

Walking through the platform, chatting all the way

Seemed to be known for years, but unknown till today,

A memorable day it was we shared

A picture perfect is what we framed....

STREETS OF INDIA

Here I stand today in the middle
Looking around I find a riddle
Some are ugly few are lovely
Kids are playing getting dirty

Those old building still stands tall 
Where dried leaves are about to fall 
The laughter the giggles and the smile 
Those eyes, face and the color of skin 
         
If some people are setting things roadside 
Others you see are fishing riverside 
Muddy path where together we walk 
And then about greenery we talk

Old women crossing the streets 
A group of girls celebrating treat 
Veggies and fruit vendors shouting loud 
Cats and dogs cuddling between the crowd 

If the one you see tired and drowsy 
Some are afterwards the bus running 
Those tea stalls crowd when it's rainy 
And the ice cream van when sunny 

Getting a snapshot of this picture 
I hereby write down my adventure
              "Streets of India"            

Flawless Bond Between Parents & Child

The endless love between a mother and a child

 Stronger and staid with a father, at times wild 

A relation hard to explain as it beguiled..

From birth to the teenage years 

From the first walk that span the age 

Through laughter, worry, smiles and tears...

A heavy relation is shared by a father 

Protecting from the dangers of dark world 

Things in mind that have been untold...

A sense of trust that can't be broken 

The profundity of love sometimes unspoken 

Those battles and harsh words left heartbroken...

They granted us new life and promised to care 

That love is expressionless that we together share,

 That terror in their eyes leaves us in fear...

The perfect image is what I carry in my mind 

Throughout my lifetime, my parents are behind

The flawless bond is that between parents and child...

Pictures On My Wall

Covered up my wall are some memories

Which reads in many hidden mysteries, 

Held together are those melodies, 

Different frames used to show love, 

Where still not all are identified above, 

Hence, many times are spend there to think of, 

Where collages are built for family time 

Then special frames are selected for love to glisten, 

Topping up you also have some selfies of mine, 

As I gaze over the memories of the ones I adore, 

Resting on my back beside the bed, sitting along the floor, 

Well, so many were useless which I opted to tear, 

Observing all the pictures on my wall 

Remembering the good and bad times my tears fall 

Realizing that how this life appears so still 

"Rest With Trust"

Shaded with dark green leaves, an old grand tree
See what nature has created, a moment of glee
The way the tree trunk has been carved
How remarkably the shape of the foot is curved
It rests comfortably on his feet
God's creation is just so neat
The roots, making up as the toe of his feet
Like a picture drawn on a white sheet
That trust on which she lies her foot
With dark leaves, he stands barefoot

Pair of Shoes

That feeling of happiness you get

When new clothes are all set,

That smile which appears on the face

The race of getting dressed with a pace,

It’s a pleasure to get a new pair of shoes

That naughtiness on eyes and the great moves,

Old shoes can be discarded now

Which can’t work and walk anyhow?

Cold bare foot he walked on the streets

Watching others enjoy their treats,

Now the time had finally come

For my own pair of shoes,

Sitting on the staircase numb

Sharing that feeling with mum,

The love in her eyes as reaction

For the gift she gave with affection,

Under the pillow he kept the shoes

The excitement of something new flew,

That feeling of happiness is set

When the new pair of shoes you get...