Agony of Allegations

It’s being a long summer,
In life without
being green my love.
My eyes became deserts,
And my vanes drain empty,
Without presence of moisure,
Produced by your touch.

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It’s a day before long night,
My heart going to be frozen,
And my eyes will remain on sky.
In waitings of awaiting.

Each moment passed after your departure,
Teases my soul, that
I let you go.

Can you unwind me from my allegations, that
I let you felt alone
When you needed me.
Can you rain on me, with
drops of forgiveness.
Can you sing same song, that
You sang in my ears.

I am not alone in real world,
But inside my heart,
Preseved that same tears.

They require a justification,
Can you give one, which
My heart can hear.

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Achieving- unachievables

Sometime in deep shadow of stars,
I stare in their eyes.

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Believed that I am brigher then them,
Being a tiny piece of meat.

I fought for my place,
I dragged myself to these steps,
I dares to put into comparison,
To that fortunate placement of yours,
In sky.

It’s my willingness,
To be counted, among
You.

And why not?
We all are equally created,
If there is supereme power.

We all feed with same,
Desire.
With same will to be shined,
You at top of my head,
And me at top of your top.

See see….
We all are proportional.
Need both as companion.

Come near I want to say something,
I dare to measure our heads,
I dare to cross your path,
I dare to change your light,
I dare to build new sky.
Can you?
Tell me who is more brighter…

A butterfly’s guide

Fragrance through the Garden,
Caught several time my pardon.
It is a little new born Butterfly,
Who broke it’s exoskeleton,
Recently.

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It was hanged from number of weeks,
Just above my head,
In tiny balcony of mine.
I used to see  it in those days,
I grew few flower plants for it,
2 white lilies and one Mogra.
I wished it would stay here forever,
As my child and part of mine.
I created few artefacts of flowers,
Decorated windows as garden.
And spread scent to feel home.
Its not been a day it came out,
It gone through all flowers,
And it tried to break glass,
To left my home and to pass.

I forgot its a nature,
Whom I tried to tie,
In my selfish little desire,
But its a nature of new born,
To fly.
Only fragrance could it tie.

Fifteen Days to live

I have been left with,
Fifteen more days.

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The moment I start,
Counting it last.
I came with numbers,
Fifteen days to be humble.

This nature, those beauty,
Picks my hand and,
Create it fruity.

But I know where to end,
Will it stop me?
Oldish and useless trend.

My hands, my dreams,
Only fifteen days to live.

Can I fly or Jump other side,
Which will show,
New hide.

Or I live which amazes,
To my future and,
Buried old tradition.

Do my story end here?
Or, Will I create a new?

Do I count future as pain?
Or, Ends here to be remained.

Oh! Forgot to live,
My last fiteen day with whom,

I care, I love, I feel as me,
My dear, without fear,
My irony soul’s last tear.

I forgot to count,
That melody which never dies,
In his voice, and smile.

I walk below the path,
Let me walk,
Fifteen days to live.

Let double the days,
And multiply the nights,
Will spend together.

Let catch the moments,
Filled with joy,
Being together.

It’s hard to accept,
But not to avoid,
That I have fifteen day of my own.

Let me,
Fly over mountain,
Let me swim in sea,
Let me die being living.
It’s fifteen days to live.

Sorrow came in my tears,
Flow like old big rivers,
Would I done somthing wrong,
So, I left with only fifteen days of my own.

I tried to live beautifully,
I loved as I never did it,
I travelled in places untouched,
I slept night without being disturbed,
My body had different skin,
My breaths blew as twin,
Mine heart beat became faster,

Stop!Stop!
May be I credit his name.
But it won’t be any wrong.
I felt free in his arms,
I felt increasing my charm,
He accounts for these days.

But I want to be remained.
But I want to be remained.