for you

few lines from e.e.Cummings, one can't help falling in love with these few words.. expresses what one can't express...

I carry your heart with me...
I carry it in my heart.

I am never without it...
Anywhere I go, you go, my dear...
And whatever is done by only me...
is your doing, my darling.

I fear no fate...
for you are my fate, my sweet.
I want no world, for, beautiful...
you are my world, my true...

Here is the deepest secret no one knows,
Here is the root of the root...
and the bud of the bud...
and the sky of a sky of a tree called life,
which grows higher than the soul can hope,
or the mind can hide...

It is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart...

I carry your heart.
I carry it in my heart.

shayari

after a long time, few lines transpired in hindi...

wafah ki ummed nahi ki humne kabhi...
unhonne toh dagah ka bhi kabhi hak na diya

raah takte rahe hum magar...
unhonne ek nigah ka bhi kabhi hak na diya

royye viraane meh hum bhi kabhi kabhi...
par aansuoun ne bhi girnne ka hak na diya

Dreamer

Born to be a dreamer,
and dreamer thou shall be
wishing for someone,
to show the reality...

Clocked in the dense forest,
and plagued by the sinuous torrents...
thou wait for the real love,
as trees holds the dream-tied gloves...

Born to be a dreamer,
and dreamer thou shall be...
wishing for someone,
to show the reality...

for you lay timeless,
along with the dwarfs...
fast asleep,
in the coffin of glass...

veracitas

veracitas or perfidie,
veiled liaison intervened...
one step here
one step there
vécu vie...
an enamouren fool
beseech mercēs
over fallen moons
veracitas or perfidie,
veiled liaison intervened...

autumn

branches,
stripped clear
leaf by leaf

breezed
by the vile time...

falls...
scintilla, scintilla...
a graceful dance
for the chrome salmon painted grounds...

kisses it, at last!
and
dies a silent death...
its hope stripped
part by part...

still,
lying peacefully...
waiting to be brushed aside
giving hope,
that a new life would start...

till then,
paint a golden picture
my dear leaves!
for sooner,
the virgin drops would fall...

ennoble?

nobility and vogue
care not go in one...
for one brings day
and lesser,
the doom...

behind all flashy smiles
lies calculated sums...

perhaps it might...
but
i am yet to find
a heart
pure as sun...

glass

Watching though the glass...
trying to forget the past...

winters remind me
of your warmth...

rains slaps me...
showing our lost dance

falling leaves
laughs and curses
me to oblivion...

summers reminds
of the long waiting nights...

why isn’t it easy!

looking out of the window
am moon again
remembering you
breaking my heart...

S-o-phillic Shipshape Sunshine ;)

Sun slowly sails supreme…
Steering sublime stars sans sky…
Sea sweep-starts ship…
salūtāre 2009 :)

puissance

A person is powerful...
not by his strength or position.
but
by the belief in self
and what others believe of him...

one can only stay powerful
if one remains humble enough
to accept this.

because,
not only great responsibilities
comes attached with power...
but
when the seeds of ego
and pride sprouts...
then begins the unknown fall
down the steep hill...

realized only when down...

dubious dreams

Am i sleeping?
or
getting awakened...
Is the reality slowly striking?
or
is it the clock tickling away...
Would anything change?
But everything does change...
isn’t it?
So many questions
still no answers...

Stamping across the closed door...
Would the bleeding hands
pass though?
Or
shall faint
at the vestibule...

i hear a faint call
Someone is singing!
or
is it the ringing
alarm for another day...

getup gal!
Time to smile for the world again...