I Love You

The way you look deep into my eyes,
I feel totally complete.
The way you hold my hand tight,
I feel I don’t need to compete.

The love we’re sharing each day,
Is sweet and lovely in each way
Sweet to have a person like you,
And lovely with my feelings for you

But the world around, complicate everything
Questions every feeling I feel
Tries to cover my love for you
In myriad webs of faking reel

Being honest to you-I do get strayed
I get confused in their translations of love
What is this? Why is this?—I think
And get wrapped in the dark and gloomy bluff

But then suddenly like last flicker of flame,
I hear you voice around
And your heart that I bear-I bear inside
Beats faster after listening your sound

You free me from the maddening crowd
You gimme light and sunshine
I hug you tight & grasp your hand
So that I can tell all—that you mine

Love is a word, which all have customized
“Think twice”, is what they say
But they fail to realize a simple truth
That love doesn’t go by regular way

Nothing’s too soon, nothing too late
It’s just a moment away
A moment of that deepened look, a hearty laugh
That sweeps your feet, in a single sway.

So let lose yourself & fall in love
Forgetting all the Ifs & buts
Feel the grasp, love the moment
Cause I love you - i love you so much

Whatever the relation it might be.. She is there beside me...

The deep ocean of her eyes
Grasp my breadth every time
I lose my sight to see the truth
That she can never be mine

But still I feel
I feel deep inside
That the world will conspire
To place her by my side

Like a friend, like a foe
Like a ribbon like a bow.
She shall be there with me -- in one way or two
It may not be understood by all, no not at all…
But our feelings shall be true

The relation visible to naïve eyes
Would be distant and far
But our hearts shall speak to us
In unheard rhythm of a guitar

The world around us only weighs to measure
Love or lust, is all they’ll say
They’ll customize the purity of diamonds
As mere pieces of glass clogged with clay

But the heart is true audience
To the purity of love
Which cannot be defined
In these worldly relations of bluff

Few shall understand
How love will allure
And makes every possible logic
Look totally obscure

I Am What I Am !!!

The colors I bear are my own
No need to adapt the background
Be proud of yourself, the way you are
Cause you once lost cannot be found

The world always wishes
To paint all in its hues
But the irony of situation is
That world will never be happy with you

So stop customizing your life
Your own style and your own mind
Cause when you’ll look back after the change
You’ll realize you’ve become some weird kind

So better walk your chosen road
With your head held proudly high
Following your own path step by step
With your own handful of sky

CITADEL

The citadel of love comes crashing down and down,
Dunno where it shall fall,
The crumbs of my heart are scattered apart
Dunno how far they went from wall.
This wall I’d built to save me from attacks
But it could not sustain my identity for long
Got cracked in the changing weather of love
And exposed the truth-that I’m not too strong
The changing face of the people around,
Is what baffles me the most
One moment ally, minute later a spy
Is what haunts me like a ghost
My once dear friends - I considered them my world
Turned their backs too quick too soon
Dint realize where I’ll land, where all can understand
But I landed in a lonely cocoon
An aloof soul of mine, cried and whined whole night
Gasping for a grasp of warmth & care
Unsure of my fate I stood up all night
But no one came by - left me in despair

This world I fathomed as a lovely place
But to my dismal it has lost its grace

Greed and selfish-seems most dominant
Feelings and emotions-are no longer prominent

Is this life?!--where friends go so far...
…with earned money in hand and a brand new car!!

Man invented machine -- to relax and ease
But not to replicate its stiffness and evil grease

But that’s what has become of man
Leave their friends alone in cocoons
Cared nil of the years spent together by each side
All they care are their new silver spoons

With these last thoughts in mind, and tears in my heart
I look at my citadel, fall all apart…
Piece by piece, Brick by brick
I had built the citadel of memories
Cemented with love, structured with friends
I made the citadel, through flawless amends
But today my citadel finally breaks down
Citadel I built,, --- Citadel I cherished like a crown….

Chameleon -- Changing Colours of Friendship

What exactly is friendship…
Just the number of likes, comments and friend list on Facebook does not guarantee u have tasted the fruit of friendship.

This word had always bedazzled me to such an extent that I gave al my might n my heart to make, keep & maintain the beautiful relation with my so called friends..

Friendship is more of a fancy among school and college kids, when their amateur minds are more open to bizarre ideals, and they consider the smallest gesture of care as divine. Their naïve minds speak, think and see the world painted in colors ruled by heart and ignorant to the LOGICAL & RATIONAL weighing machine.

A balance without any scales… that was the kind of life we once lived,, and what a life it was… personally speaking , friendship meant worship to me, and friend no less than god… but I was oblivious to the harsh truth, that all come and go..and in life if something is permanent – it is change… change…a small and simple word, capable of demolishing the castles of myriad and lofty dreams and expectations we had built from our childhood days… change can actually change anything and everything.. from U to me to entire world.. not criticizing ,, infact I like change.. but drastic change is my topic of concern.. change in behaviour of people towards their ONCE close friend is my concern….

People fail to understand that change is important for growth, but not for forgetting the main essence of our human relationships… change should be your boost towards success, not a stair to stampede on the people u met on the way..

Some may disagree by saying that as we grow, people become busy…. But I would like to reiterate that change is not bad, but drastic change is.. Similarly clarifying, its not the fact that to spend the same amount of time in human relations, but in respecting the human relations and giving the quality time as and when required.

Reinforcing, with my own example, my list of good friends call me almost once or twice in month, and few of them mostly call only on my birthdays… but the point is, that when ever they called, it was a conversation filled with genuine care and emotions, and can vouch on anyone, that when I’m in trouble, they’ll always be there…. I think this is what friendship truly is…

(PS : Facebook may help us in SOCIALISING but not in deepening our friendship bonds…)

Lucky Charm

What are these things...the small jinx characters with which we start associating the good & the bad going on in our lives..
Well, to break the ice, i believed a lot in them, i attributed and observed my success & failure onto these small tricks...wear the same uniform with the ink blot on the pocket to the day of exams,, to always keep my old stuff as my lucky charm...
all this and many more...

but u know wats weird, we usually start believing a superstition when something good happens with us.. i remember, i bought a nice dress but i dont know how come all the bad things happened to me...or..well... i believed it so...
but i dunno when i took my mind off this jinx, and i ended up overcoming that thought...

So the nutshell here is, that wen bad things occur due to something which u consider unlucky or something, we should just let it pass,,,4m our minds...
and if something is attributed to be ur lucky charm, well den u can obviously don it just to be on a safer side...

(PS : Excess of every thing is bad. God has created us with beautiful and enormous powers, which stay hidden in us,,rather than exploring these inner jewels we rely on the stones. So choice is urs, to explore the eternal sunshine of spotless mind or rely on the hearsay and dubious thoughts of our shrugging responsibility of our lives.)

DARE TO WEAR THE ROSE TINTED GLASS--DARE TO DREAM

The dreams in my eyes are like rose tinted glass..
Admired by the lot
As a different species n upper class
But as it breaks the truth reveals,
Glass is just a glass…rose tinted it mite be

It’s just the illusion of the colored glory
But the reality is bitter n bright
It hurts u most when u least prepared
And leaves u gasping for some might

The broken pieces if touched n dared
Shall pinch u more than ever
Shall leave the scar, n bruise the vein
With sweet pain n blood al over

But the valiant ones are those who dare
To play with the sharpest knife
They feel the pain n laugh at it
And rule the laws of life

For them the pain is the sweetest gift
The act of valiance is all that counts
For them the rosy tinted glass
Is just the way to surmount

The way to learn the way to rise
The way to cross the leveled bar
Bar which created the hurdles of thoughts
And left the achievable dreams also far

So lets al of us challenge our thoughts
Let al of us finally dare
Dare to dream through the tinted glass
And to look at eyes of life n stare.