Smile......

when there is no one to believe
when there is nothing to relieve
when you lost the only one whom you love
when heap of broken dreams is all you have
Go and look yourself in mirror and smile
because this is the smile of relief
the relief from unmoving past
the relief from something that could not last
the relief from someone who shred a doubt
the relief from nightmares of night
this smile has the promise of future
it has the power to endure the failure
it has the love of souls who care
it has the beauty of innocent dare

a butterfly

With color and beauty
Butterflies create the picturesque vicinity
Everyone is jealous of its radiance
While forgetting the agony of its emergence
Yes my dear butterfly began its life as larva
An ugly, unwanted, shy caterpillar
Hiding under leaves like a wanted killer
Nobody was there when it was hungry
Crying out to get attention of all and sundry
It remained alone inside its cocoon
Until that day when it decided to transform
It was that day when world felt its presence
The caterpillar had taken its vengeance
It metamorphosed itself to stunning excellence
Leaving world gasping as its perfect brilliance
Yet the young butterfly always keeps in mind
That his entire surround is not so kind
It should spread across love and glory
Yet forever remember his amazing story

Rowing the boat of life

With the power of self
I am rowing this boat of life
In this perilous sea so wide
Rowing without a compass to guide
Through forces of imperfection
I have been trying to find a direction
For some reason Stars are being unkind
Can’t understand the language of wind
Yet hope to awaken something within
Before this boat sinks-in
Not a single island has yet surfaced
Fatigued body wants to get refreshed
Inability to see the shore
Creates emptiness never felt before
They say many guiding boats float around
But those needs to be found
Sea changes flow as you perceive
Help comes to those who truly believe

Had & Yet

I had the fire
I had the desire
I am yet to get out of quagmire
I had the charm
I had the form
I am yet to become the norm
I had the glow
I had the flow
I am yet to become a rainbow
I had the time
I had the power
I am yet to have my finest hour!!

Human beings are convenient !!!!

On that day I was sitting on ground
Staring at butterflies flying around
Yeah I was in a perfect serene place
The place was full of peace and grace
The pond was filled with water so clear
I was afraid lest I make it dirty by going near
The grass was soft and green
It was a beautiful place unseen
I could hear some distant voices
Coming from some eternal sources
I wondered why nobody was around
Was I in heaven or earth, living or dead?
Why are the voices coming from so far?
Why has this place given way to scream?
May be I was asleep or was seeing a dream
Suddenly I had regained the bliss
Wondering yet, what was that thing amiss?
Slowly I am loosing that memory
I can recall only the beauty and serenity
Yeah we human beings are convenient
Perhaps I can not explain as matter of fact
We forget the bad and only good remains
I am glad that this amnesia sustains

In the end

In the end the efforts put does not matter

In the end the broken dreams does not matter

In the end the desires of heart does not matter

In the end the fallen glory does not matter

In the end the goodness of heart does not matter

In the end the values of life does not matter

In the end the moral of system does not matter

In the end teachings of school does not matter

In the end I do not matter

In the end not even the life matter

In the end nothing matter

In the end the what matters does not matter

The wish

Scorching blazing heat of afternoon
Gave way to sunset bringing relief
Moon and stars gathered in sky
Cool breeze welcomed the eve
Birds chirped with mischief
Trees sang a song of relief
To play under dusky sky
Came running kids with joy
Alas! This blissful dusk gave way to night
With that came shadows and fear outright
The moon tried to keep mood upbeat
Kept showing way with gracious light
Stars did their best to shine in sky
But when has monsters been shy?
Gone are the birds chirping
Gone are the kids playing
Cool breeze has gotten chilling cold
Trees are standing holding fear untold
How I wish the sun rise again
Even when it brings burning heat foreseen
Enjoy playing out without constraint is
the wish without competent!!!