duniya jise kehte hain..
jaadu ka khilona hai..
mil jaaye toh miti hai..
kho jaaye toh sona hai..
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
hm..
There is this distance,
Amidst the two of us,
Which seems a non entity one moment
and the only entity the next
I wonder how it is
Still surviving the tests and trials
The bond that is described
To be as delicate as dreams...
Amidst the two of us,
Which seems a non entity one moment
and the only entity the next
I wonder how it is
Still surviving the tests and trials
The bond that is described
To be as delicate as dreams...
Monday, January 21, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Of the yawny morns and days filled with impish joy,
Of the thunderous laughter and stubborn tears
Of the sketch pens, crayons and my lil barbie doll...
Those were the days I cannot believe are gone …
The days of justified restlessness, all along,
Normally a consequence of a hidden demand
Those nights of wonderful thoughts
Of how amazing the world will be when I eventually grow up
Growing up was a fantasy then
A means to do the wonderful things we’d planned
Bursting with ideas and passion for living
We finally moved on to look at the world, dreaming ..
Dreams, ideas, plans and reality…
World told us they were all a possibility …
Nothing’s for sure here, when you arrive
You have to find your way, up or down, the way you strive
Amidst the mist I stand,
Trying to figure out the vagueness ahead of me,
Vagueness at it's best I must say,
Leaves me with a strange clarity within,
Gives me an assurance that I'd have to work it out my way,
Has me and the moment affray,
The moment that is me and my own self,
Fighting it out over why I should have,
the thoughts, the words and the sentences,
For it wants to re-iterate,
Ignorance is indeed Bliss ....
Trying to figure out the vagueness ahead of me,
Vagueness at it's best I must say,
Leaves me with a strange clarity within,
Gives me an assurance that I'd have to work it out my way,
Has me and the moment affray,
The moment that is me and my own self,
Fighting it out over why I should have,
the thoughts, the words and the sentences,
For it wants to re-iterate,
Ignorance is indeed Bliss ....
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