What is love, the question comes to my mind,
Whose answer I still try to find.
Is it only an abstract, that
Can keep you off your track?
Or is it a feeling that two friends share
Even when nothing is there.
I dont know ,what you mean by love.
Because still, I can't control my heart.
Is love something,that changes your nature
By the beauty of the persons personal features?
Or is it something that makes you life,
It is the choice of the Almighty's dice.
Love is a feeling that most of us mistake
For passion towards others, that you say.

You dont know what is love,
As it is something you've not got.
Is love only beside some lakes?
Or under Victoria's full grown length?
Or is it in your mind's deepest corners,
That is impervious- an unbreakabledimension.
Love is something you won't understand
As you have not seen it nor observed.
I know, what is love, because I have seen it,
Observed and felt it.

When everything else was doomed, it
Was love that had my life bloomed.
It was love that gave me power,
When everything else was washed out of my area.
There is a difference between love and affair,
I wont tell you as you don't care.
I love someone who perhaps loves me not, but perhaps hates me,
Anyway fate is in my favour.
If she loves me ,I am in her heart.
If she hates me, I am in her mind.
The answer as to what is love, is
Something you can never find.

Zindagi bekaar padi thi,
Tum doston ne sudhara hai,
Haari hui baazi mein,
Tum yaaron ka sahaara hai,
Jahan ishq ke wo ghum the,
Wahan zindagi ka paath padhaya hai,
Seedhi saadi thi zindagi,
Yaaron ne ise bigada hai,
Jab udaasi chaayi thi zindagi mein,
Yaaron ne use samhaala hai,
Khamoshiyon ke pal ko,
Tum sabhi ka hawala hai.

Apni zindagi ke kuchh alag hi usool he,
Dosti Ki khatir hamein
Kante bhi kabool hain,
Hans kar Chal denge
Kaanch ke tukdo par bhi,
Agar dost Kahe yeh Dosti
Mein bichhaye phool hain.

Chand se jab mulakat hoti hai,
aap logon ke baare mei baat hoti hain,
woh Kehte hain mere pas khubsurat sitare hain,
Hum Kehte hain unse bhi khubsurat Yaar mera hain!!
Dost chahe Kitna bhi boora ho jaye,
usse Dosti kabhi mat todo kyun Ki
pani chahe Kitna bhi gandha ho jaye,
aag bujhane ke kaam ati hai!!

What we see is false,
What we hear are rumours and laments,
What we feel has no truth
Because everyone have their secrets to hide.

You think you know someone.
You think she is the one.
But seldom do you know that
Even she has her secrets.

You feel sad ,you are down,
You think you are an open book,
But even you yourself have your own
Secrets to hide.

Life can loose all its meaning,
Speech can loose its strength,
The body will slowly grow weak,
And you will be all alone.
Your mind will wander off,
And will hardly ever return.

Life may seem strange,
Everyone you know will be a stranger,
You will think you dont care,
But it is you who cares the most.

Every single man has a mask on,
You can't judge who is who,
No one will be there by your side
Because, everyone has their secrets to hide.

She sat in the corner,
Visible to all,
Yet unnoticed.
Why is she always alone?
Some wondered.

She came and went,
Sitting silently, talking to no one.
Why doesn’t she talk to anyone?
Some wondered.

She kept to herself,
Had an impassive face.
She was not popular,
Neither a social outcast.
But she was not approached,
Neither was she asked for help.
Is she arrogant?
Does she think herself to be superior?
Is she proud and haughty?
Does she have an ego?
Everyone wondered.

One day, like everyday,
She came, sat in silence.
Impassive face and alone,
She sat in her corner,
And she sat went, like always,
Unnoticed.
Next day, she had become Invisible,
And then noticed.
Everyone wondered,
Why she did it?
Have we made her do it?
Did she really wanted to do it?

Slowly past images of her flowed,
Memories were shared,
She was being remembered.
Thoughts voiced,
Views opined,
Now she was Remembered,
And Noticed,
But after Death took her away.

What did she ask for?
A thing as simple as food.
Humans betrayed while she trusted us;
Her death we wnsured.

The beach is a major attraction.
Identified with travellers and tourists,
But recall the dead birds and fish there
The mass killings by plastics.

Down, in the forests and meadows;
Away, away from towns and ciites,
They never endorse or oppose
Still suffer from our atrocities.

Their homes are cleared, cousins wiped out
Hundreds face death.
And now the world’s biodiversity is struggling
In the environment to retain it’s breath.

This day would be forgotten tomorrow,
Many more will come and go too.
Yet all and sundry would do nothing
Except wish ‘Happy Environment Day’ to you!

Life is a journey of long and winding roads.
Visibility can be poor or non existent at times, of what lies ahead.
But it doesn't mean there is no way ahead!
The landscapes keep on changing.
Life is a journey of long and winding roads.
Visibility can be poor or non existent at times,
of what lies ahead.
But it doesn't mean there is no way ahead!
The landscapes keep on changing.
Each turn has the promise of taking us nearer,
and nearer to our destination.
Yet, it is the journey that will take us,
to our destination and therefore worth relishing every bit of it.

She was beautiful in her own way.
But sadly, I thought she was 'The One'
My unique nature seemed absurd to her.
Not her fault though.

I used to over react.
Didn't know what to do.
Dramatics was my field of art and
Silence- her's.
A coward- that what she called herself.
Braggart- what she called me.

She never knew how I felt.
Didn't hope that to be.
I had feelings,
Long ago though.
Now I wanted friendship.

Tried to explain that to her.
'Sorry' she thought.
And now out of oblivion, she doesn't speak to me.
And me. Being here, and no where to be.

As I sit here, wondering what the hell to do,
'Writing a poem' is all that I am compelled to do.

'Goodbye' should I say or stay just quiet.

Help me out o'readers, cause I am in need of some.

I read quotes, I read tales,
About heartbreak.
I always thought, I could relate.
Bluff. It was.
Just because I had a crush,
never meant I was to be sad.
But now, maybe I am.
When I heard news, I was supposed to be angry,
I was supposed to be sad.
Rage was supposed to flow through my veins.
But.
But.
A Strange calmness reigned over.
I tried to get angry, But peace suddenly triumphed .
It felt numb. But even after everything,
I tell myself. 'That was an end to another tale. A tale well told, well spread.'
Maybe, we all pick the wrong book,
Have wrong idea, frame the wrong stories.
Start of well, end....there is none.
The book never ends, it's just another
Chapter that comes to an end.
Or does it?

A small glimpse, at her soul
captured his mind.
A little teasing from a friend,
tempted his heart.
His brain warned him,
but emotions overpowered.
Past experiences knocked on door,
he had already changed address.
He was stupid. An idealist.
Sentimental fool. He claimed to be
Sherlock. But just was John Watson.
That girl in the corner.
She seemed alone. She was
beautiful. Looked as though she
needed help. From a friend.
But he was stupid then.
Maybe he is stupid still.
But his heart was clear.
His objective simple.
But she had a different view.
She was told that he was the
worse. He didn't know.
He never knew.
He never knew.

One more step was all it needed,
One more breath was all it took,
We failed still miserably,
For we left it too soon.
We thought it was impossible,
We had no idea how close we were,
And thats the thing we never thought
One more step was all it had.
Just another strike would win,
Just another step it should take,
Same mistakes were repeated again
We left it too soon.
Hope lost, despair crept in,
One round of strength was all we need.
Hands worn out, feet all burnt,
Faces were down, as tears fell down.
There was this chap, so happy and lively,
He was all, but a little late,
He came in and saw us weary,
“get up you guys, the goal is so close”
He said so dearly.
We were convinced it wasn’t the truth,
Bravery though was our attribute,
One more step was all it took,
One more blast was all we needed.
We celebrated the ascension,
We rejoiced at our success,
Unable to understand, what it truly meant,
What meant to be motivated.

You look into the mirror, hoping to see the better you,
You relate to characters of fiction, hoping to strengthen you.
You put your faith in God, realising He is the true one.
You look at yourself, wanting to do better.

You think you’re the best, also that you’re no good.
You get mixed feelings, by none other than you.
You look at people, you browse, through everything,
Hoping to get some inspiration, but no luck.
Maybe it’s not your day, maybe it’s a bad year.
All you need probably is a good win.

There’s a thing, that you don’t realize,
The fire in you is real.
You tame it, like it’s fake, like you need a real one.
All you look for in the mirror, is Validation.
The fire burns, in all its glory, waiting to erupt.
The ink in your pain dries eventually,
Hoping you will pick it up.
The typewriter is now dusty, all it needs is a brush
The one’s validation you seek for, isn’t the one you should trust.

So look in the mirror, see for yourself, Look for who you really are,
Some validation needing person, or the strong one with the fire .
Rise up and shine, for the world hasnt come to an end.
All you should need is to trust a true friend.