A Trance!

Holding a cup of coffee I was looking out through the window. Patto ke arr se girte huwe baris ki bonddo me laga jese ki jindegi ke kuch pall gum ho jeye. OH! Barish ki bundo me to Love Story chupi hoti hai na?

It was Monday morning; through the rain I was on the way to office. The traffic was heavy and slow moving. OH! I could hardly hold my frustration. Nothing worse could have happened; I was stuck in a traffic signal and the traffic was not moving. I was late for the office. Dimag kaharab hojaya. Bagal me ek add board pe nazar pari, us me likha that “Bheja Fry to 7up Try”. What rubbish!

I was looking around to find a spot to come out of the traffic some how. My eyes stopped at the girl waiting in the traffic with her Scotty. Fore a moment I was lost and only one song was coming to my mind “Aaza Meri Gadi me beth ja…. Aaza Meri Gadi me beth ja…” We were moving at the same pace. The way she looked after she was wet in the rain; I just could not resist myself from falling in love. Couldn’t have asked for more in that traffic. Her left eyebrow was raised with anger and baris ki bunde us ke ballo ko chute huwe gir rahi thi. The blue salwar look just the right choice at that moment. Pulkho me jame huwe basrish ki bunde, aur, aur, aur...!

Suddenly I heard a very familiar sound “Sale Kumbhkaran aur kitna sowega. Office nahi jana hai kiya. Uth ja. Uth sale.” The sound was coming closer and was getting louder I looked behind and suddenly it vanished. So again I looked at the girl she was gone. I came out of the car to find her but she was gone. Again I heard “Sale Kumbhkaran aur kitna sowega. Office nahi jana hai kiya. Uth ja. Uth sale”. I could recognize it is the annoying sound of my cell phone alarm and I discovered my self in the same old bed. I looked at the watch it was 9AM and I was really late for the office.

Mother Land….!

Mother Land….!




The grass is so green, the scent is so sweet,
In a distance the hill touches the blue sky and below it the river passing by.
Someone painted a hut at a distance with smoke rising and rainbow behind.

The place where life starts with a pure smile like the morning dewdrop on the meadow shines like the diamonds on green sky.
The breeze touches you like your love, taking all your pain and scuffing way.

The morning starts with the melody of the birds and the rising sun behind the hill to the sky.
The sky is so blue and the grass is so green, this how god wanted the earth to be.
The beauty is untouched by time and the place is pure with its shin.

The spring here looks like a canvas,
With all the colures scattering to the endless horizon narrates the imagination of the painter without a word.
The winter here is like the touch of a mother making us fill safe before the night passes and a morning starts.

The grass is so green, the scent is so sweet,
In a distance the hill touches the blue sky and below it the river passing by.
Someone painted a hut at a distance with smoke rising and rainbow behind.

I have been way for so long; I have never felt the same before.

Just A Day……..!

Just A Day……..!

The melody of the birds woke me up,
I looked outside, it was the rising sun.
Lights from the sun through my bedroom window shine my room with a warm glow.

The darkness is cleared away,
God has given us another day.
Let the past go way and start over again, make the future right and don’t have to look back again.

The light of the sun spreading over the sea, tells us how beautiful life is.
Hop is every where and a chance is all we need.
God gives it us but we dot see it.

A day comes and goes with the sunset spreading darkness all over again.
We wait for the sunrise to scratch the darkness and spread light all over the world.
Hop is every where and a chance is all we need.
God gives it us but we dot see it.

Glory Days!!!!!!

Glory Days!!!!!!

Gone are those days……..!

I looked at the mirror this morning,
Found myself not a child any more.
I looked at the past; it seemed those were glory days of my life!

As a child we come so far, the time has changed so fast.
Life looked so good in those days; it was sweet and fresh like scent of the soil after the first rain.

Days use to start with the Sunday cartoon and ends with a feast.
Going for a walk holding hands with mom, chatting with her all the way long till we return home.
Go to play with yours friends and return home late and get busted by the parents.

Mom comes with a glass of milk before you go to sleep.
Even if don’t like it you have to drink.

Watching TV with your sister and teasing her till she burst out in anger, then run and hide behind your mom and say it was not your fault.
Going to school without doing the home work and tell the teacher that last night you had a high fever.

Life was so simple and so good.
I would never like to come out.
I miss those days so much, I ask for nothing but just one chance, to go back and start again.

I looked at the mirror this morning,
Found myself not a child any more.
I looked at the past; it seemed those were glory days of my life!

For a Friend……

Well my 1st POST. I would like to start with some lines which I wrote for my 1st friend. I was not really sure to say that was and I suppose I was not old enough to understand what LOVE was. Time moved on as we and the space between our friendships also widened. Well I think that was the end.

For a Friend!

Days go by, time moves on,
Memories of childhood grow warm as we grow young.
With the friends we grow,
Childhood never remains but we grow with the memories of those.

We were friends when we were child;
Now we meet when time has passed by!
Every moment was so wonderful when you were around,
Missed you very much when I was alone.

Even though days have passed by,
The memories are as warm as rain drops on the meadow after the clouds passed by.
Now when I look behind the path in time,
I can only cry saying Those Days Are the Best Days of My Life…………….!

With Love.........