Baahar ujaala hai.....andar veeraana...

Kal ek savera hai, jis tak jaana hai,
Raasta andhera hai, lekin paar to paana hai,
Mod hai ye ajeeb kash-m-kash ka,
Lekin kashti ko kinare tak to pahunchana hai.

Dedicated to the miseries that I see sown deep in those few whom I love deeply. Keep faith, this is life and remember, there shall always be a few who care. Inspiration, as so many times before, came from Varunda.

Mysterious Girl...

Sometimes you come across a person who leaves a lasting impression in the shortest of intervals. What follows is some part of the plethora of emotions she left me with. Needless to say, do not look for an ending because this is life and it has no end except at the very last. But do try to look for similarities in the emotions you would've experienced at some point or the other, for there are bound to be some; for all, leaving no exceptions.

Cool vibes,

Teasing jibes,

The way she moves,

With poise and groove,

Swinging hips,

Sexy lips,

Charming ways,

Piercing gaze,

Naughty as hell,

Hence all's well,

What's in store,

No clue anymore,

Joy seems to come my way,

Only hope its here to stay.

My Rhythm

This particular scribble is extremely close to my heart. Perhaps my first scribble in college, it has a blend of emotions concocting a mellow cocktail of nostalgia, pain, hurt, frustration, confusion and yet, hope...

Here's my rhythm...

Rhythm in life's a must,

So we can be in harmony,

But life's not so just,

And lays for us troubles many.

Coming from a background gentle,

I seem lost in this backbiting haze,

I wish the change was subtle,

And not this ridiculous haze.

I wish I were away,

Back to the good and sweet,

Where friendship held sway,

Always there and silently discreet.

Bonding that always grew further strong,

Making us feel good,

And even find our wrongs,

As ideal friendship should.

But here life's different,

And interaction is less,

Coldness floods in torrents,

Adding to my stress.

Oh, I seem lost here,

But what will I get by lamenting,

Nobody cares,

So its no use even pretending.

Still I try to march on,

Towards that beacon of light,

With the hope that I'll not find it gone,

As I might break down then, I might!!