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

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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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Which way?

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Where will you run
in this thick Woods ?
Which way would you choose ?

East its pride
West its hatred
North its ego
South ,your tears know well
Above its rage
Under the ground lies revenge

Twigs get entwined
As you move inside
Grows thick and thicker
With days big and bigger

Where will you dig
for the love
gone , lost and ripped apart?
There’s no direction left !

Where will you run
in this thick Woods?
Which way would you choose?

Which way

Where will you run
in this thick Woods  ?
Which way would you choose ?

East its pride
West its hatred
North its ego
South ,your tears know well
Above its rage
Under the ground lies revenge

Twigs get entwined
As you move inside
Grows thick and thicker
With days big and bigger

Where will you dig
for  the love
gone , lost and ripped apart?
There’s no direction left !

Where will you run
in this thick Woods?
Which way would you choose?

You’re A Mystery I Want To Solve

Originally posted on A Shade Of Pen:

Words have always been her best friend. When she was too happy, she wrote. when depression got better of her,  she wrote. for someone who isn’t really pretty, for someone who isn’t really smart, for someone who has read more about things than seen the world, it is the words that comforted her.. because they never judged.. they accepted her for who she was.. they might not have loved her back but wasn’t love hugely overrated?

She was determined not to fall in love.. not to let her guards slip because if she loved once, she would love forever and what if she was not loved back. who loves a misfit anyway? But, does life follow the script? Life mocks you as all your well set guards and clearly defined rules will slip.. the barriers break.. the guards melt and you find yourself washed by the power that life holds…

Surprisingly, she was not sad…

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