IN THE MOVING TRAIN

Among a silent crowd

A midst a million thought

On a dark morn

I saw a ray.

A ray of hope

A spark of joy

A drop of tear

Fell from my eye.

I know not why

Why should I cry

A journey to end

A new one to begin.

The nature plays 

A salient game

It flies to run

Eyes run to fly.

A help from sky

Winds tear the fragile fabric

Sun peeps the cloud

A call from the world.

Little thoughts of past

Few future plans

Bricks the present

Builds up a poetry.

MISS YOU

Sometimes out of the blue,

                                                                                                    I want you;

To miss me too.

 Gone are the days,

All those have become past,

But still in my memory

They'll remain till the last.

Those talks,those walks,

Those waiting, those meetings;

The things that I only possess,

Are still debating.

 No claim, no blame,

No words, no promises

 Is what all I want.

If you still wish

If you still feel..

 That I was not wrong;

Forgive me and oblige me.

 For I am here

Weeping, all alone...

On a Rainy Evening...

No..don't make a mistake,

Thinking them as a symbol of sorrow,

Neither do I have any demand

It's none of your faults.

These are my tears .

My prized possessions:

I cry because you had loved to see me cry ,

This reason is sufficient for me

To bring them happily out

No don't think they come out of compulsion

It's my honour to bring them out

And make you happy in my imaginary thought!

Those thoughts bring 'em out

Those are not my past

But a support to survive in present

And hope of living in future

When I cry and look in the mirror;

The crimson eyes speaks of your love

I cant take off my eyes from their beauty

And make them redder, more than said above.

These tears burn my sins;

And purifies me from within

They bring me closer to divine

Who is the only friend of mine.

So I plead

To tell me not to quit

From doing this work

Which I often commit.

If Only

If only....

Could I,soar high:

And leap this earth;

To take new birth.

Unfurl my wings ;

And take long swings.

Look beyond my vision;

And avoid collision.

Steer my way;

To discover a new ray.

Play a game

Which is yet to be named.

Climb up the moon

And search its tomb.

Colour the dew;

With a new hue:

Shout out a word

That would blunt a sword.

Laugh to the extent;

So that all hearts are quenched.

Love thy no matter what

Nobody would have imagined of that sort !!