A Reflection

They didn’t like her voice

Neither her steps fumbling

Then what was about her

You found so perfect?

They never knew who she was

Neither she could tell them

Then what did you hear

In the words she never spoke
?

They never saw what her eyes did

Neither what her fingers painted

Then what you saw through

those glasses she wore?

They never noticed the spark

Neither they saw her burning

Then how did you discover

The hidden flint ?

They never saw her wild

Neither how she loved being it

Then what made you feel Her

soul was fluttering to come out?

They could not read her mind

Neither the dreams she carried

Then how can you say her

thoughts were same as yours?

They never saw the walls around

Neither they knew it existed

Then how did you sneak inside

And just met her soul?

Few questions are more beautiful than their answers ….

<p style=”text-align:center;”>They didn’t like her voice

Neither her steps fumbling

Then what was about her

You found so perfect?

They never knew who she was

Neither she could tell them

Then what did you hear

In the words she never spoke
?

They never saw what her eyes did

Neither what her fingers painted

Then what you saw through

those glasses she wore?

They never noticed the spark

Neither they saw her burning

Then how did you discover

The hidden flint ?

They never saw her wild

Neither how she loved being it

Then what made you feel Her

soul was fluttering to come out?

They could not read her mind

Neither the dreams she carried

Then how can you say her

thoughts were same as yours?

They never saw the walls around

Neither they knew it existed

Then how did you sneak inside

And just saw her soul?

Few questions are more beautiful than their answers ….

My Half Story

Originally posted on A Shade Of Pen:

Sometimes, I ponder upon the uncertainty of life. what would happen if someday, it JUST ENDS.. there’s no warning.. No omens, no soothsayer asking me to beware of something and right like that in a flash.. it all ENDS…My story will remain incomplete.. it will end as a half story..

There are so many things I want to tell to people. There are things I wish to do.. There are secrets I want to show.. How will all of that happen? Who will finish my story? I will end up as the INCOMPLETE tale. So, this is the post where I will try to be as honest as possible.. No, there are things I WILL NOT say.. I can’t.. but I will TRY

When I’m not here,

When I am gone

When I’ve drifted to a faraway land

I want you to tell my Dad

I ALWAYS loved him

Even…

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Two Worlds

I close my eyes to travel and see,
The world in which I want to be.
A world so vivid,
A world so true,
A beautiful World
To get lost into.

But suddenly my alarm rings,
and I return to this world in a blink.
The world of reality and lies,
where to be alive, I have to try.

I fly in those dreamy skies
Where my wishes come true
and the sun is brighter in blue.

I have to drag myself
out of the bed,
To rush when it’s green
and stop when it’s red.

I close my eyes and discover
The mountains and the terrains.
Dive into the waterfalls and
To dance with you in the rain.

It’s a cage of glass
Nowhere to go,
Just watch the apple turning brown
and the pendulum moving to and fro.

My nights are at the most beautiful beach
With sky full of stars, to gaze,
I lie down on sand or grass-field
and suddenly all my wounds start to heal.

There’s a distance, a void
between you and I,
Yet to be filled,
which the society doesn’t abide.

I feel eternal, I feel divine,
When I see the one with a heavenly shine
A Shine enlightening the soul
of mine,
Which guides and sets me wild and free
and takes me on an infinite adventure spree.

But I also know I have to live in the reality
full of irrationalities.
To make my own way
Even if the society thinks I’m going astray.

I’ll make all my dreams come true
And fly higher than anyone,
Yes! In this world too.

If you are too
A wandering soul
and yet to find your life’s goal

It’s as simple as it can be..
You just have to close your eyes and see
The world in which you want to be..

Another duet from Aakashima….Aakash & Ashima.. hmmm..i don’t know how it came up, let’s leave it to the readers.. I’m just happy, coz writing with you is great and yeah it helps me to know a part of you!
Aakashima – Wild, Free and Fearless! B-)

How will it be ?


Aah ! I wonder
How will it be
when spring comes my way..

Frost shedding off the pines
Clouds will not be grey ..

Warmth will wash off
the layers of white
Along with sorrows
buried in them ..

Aah ! I wonder
How will it be
when spring comes my way..

Mist which hides me
will descend down
And i will forget
what is to mourn.

Aah ! I wonder
How will it be
when spring comes my way..

Streams of ice
will burst into water fall
The crater will be outnumbered by
fishes : red ,orange and yellow
diving in shades of blue.

Aah ! I wonder
How will it be
when spring comes my way..

Dormant seeds will crack open
embracing the rays
Swinging will be the winds
Land of grasses and hay.

Aah ! I wonder
How will it be
when spring comes my way..

Birds will arrive
and will the flies
to disrupt decades of
silence , solitude and sigh .

Aah ! I wonder
How will it be
when spring comes my way..

Mirage

I could hear
Footsteps sneaking closer
familiar like yesterdays
Making soft crunchy sound
as they fell on those leaves arid

I turned around again
after those tears dried
holding my heart in hand
To find nothing
but myself , WAITING ..

A special Thanx to Aakash for an instant help :p ! U noe we can try writng again .. looking frwd … :)

Poles Apart

ashimabinny:

gv a try

Originally posted on ashimabinny's Blog:

She is an angel with curly hair,
a face that is full of flair
Has a beautiful but delicate heart
which continues to love even if it’s hurt.

Hah! He is being called a devil since child
Face full of  mischief.
He shouts and hounds
Until he is in a good mood
he’ll rarely be found.

She is like a mermaid,
who dives deep into the oceans of the unsaid.
She is a free bird caught in a cage, waiting to fly,
write poems and stories which societies don’t comply.

He is like an open book
Predictable and stubborn
He never waited, as his
Patience is not yet tested
He likes to sleep and booze
unaware of the reality and rules.

Sadness doesn’t wash away her smile
and wants everyone to be happy
even if she herself cries.

He’s selfish and rude
doesn’t care about anyone else
Except few ones in his…

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Poles Apart

She is an angel with curly hair,
a face that is full of flair
Has a beautiful but delicate heart
which continues to love even if it’s hurt.

Hah! He is being called a devil since child
Face full of  mischief.
He shouts and hounds
Until he is in a good mood
he’ll rarely be found.

She is like a mermaid,
who dives deep into the oceans of the unsaid.
She is a free bird caught in a cage, waiting to fly,
write poems and stories which societies don’t comply.

He is like an open book
Predictable and stubborn
He never waited, as his
Patience is not yet tested
He likes to sleep and booze
unaware of the reality and rules.

Sadness doesn’t wash away her smile
and wants everyone to be happy
even if she herself cries.

He’s selfish and rude
doesn’t care about anyone else
Except few ones in his life who have a special place.

But sadly, he hurts the ones who care for him,
and regrets over his deeds when the lights go dim.

Ah! Her brown eyes, her soft pink lips,
Her perfect chin and a glorious smile,
remains undefined

His dark brown color of the eyes,
is his charm
which steals every girl’s heart.

She wants to discover new horizons to explore
Scream her heart out from a mountain top
and feel the gushing waves on a shore.

She is a  mystery in herself
yet to be revealed

He aims high, but stays low
Has a short temper and is ready to blow.

She likes to be carefree,
but still wants someone to understand her,
care for her, comfort her and make her feel whats love
It’s the small simple things in life,
which makes her happy.
but still dreams as high as the sky,
Which makes her unique and special in this world of lie!

He never dreams as he gets what he desires
He never made a habit to share
Love is not his thing he thinks
Try to break his loving heart
who loves only himself.

He is free and wild,
But still caught up by something,
Something yet to find.

They never understand her,
The way she feels, the way she loves, the way she cares,
It’s beyond their imaginations shared.

His heart is true and full of care and love,
But that is all locked up, waiting inside to erupt.
He waits patiently for the one with the key,
To open up his heart and grow a beautiful tree.

But to your amazement
These two poles are entwined together
Like sugar and salt in water

She melts his unwanted rage
And he brings out her hidden craze ..
They fight and tease
But have each others back still.

The roots of trust growing deeper with time
And their branches strongly entwine.  

 

Well its a duet written by my best buddiieee Aakash Gyan and me so called “Aakashima production” :P hahahah.. I cant say how well it came but i m happy i evoked the hidden poet inside him :P .. Moreover  i am very very excited posting my first duet that too with my bestiee   i hope we can write more ..

 

You Are Beautiful In Every Single Way

Originally posted on A Mixed Bag:

As i was trying to think of a title for this morning’s post, I decided to put my music on random to see if I could get some inspiration, and one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard came on. The song is Beautiful by Christina Aguilera.

Every one of us is different. We are male, female, transsexual, bisexual, gay, old, young, able-bodied, disabled, healthy, ill. But each of us is beautiful, whether you are a man who loves women, a woman who loves men, a man who loves men, or woman who loves women, we all have the same things in common – we are human. We are beautiful. To love is beautiful, to be loved is beautiful. Start with yourself. You are beautiful. Love yourself. I will say it again …

YOU

ARE

BEAUTIFUL

Thanks today go to:

Christina Aguilera

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