Silence thats silent...

Is the silence within,
Or is it outside,
Lots of voices around,
But still its very quiet.
A war thats tearing me apart,
Of it Am I a part or not.
As with the nature do I blend,
Or its just the silence that says.
Lots of words spoken,
Least understood in nature,
War is within me or nature,
Or its just the silence.
Am I afraid of myself?
Even though I dont know myself,
So, whats making it worse to live,
My own self or the silence.
I fail to understand the implicit,
Yet silence cannot make it loud,
Its in the nature of nature,
Do I change for worse or better.
The silence is hard to answer,
Answers that are well spoken of,
But answers that cannot be answered.
Its the silence that wants the answer,
Its the silence thats the answer.
I dont know who Am I?
Its the silence within me that speaks,
Such is the meaning of silence,
It makes me speak its tounge,
The language of silence.
I speak, speak my heart out,
Its only the silence that I say,
Rest is understood by you...

Confused...

Bahut kuch ho gaya hai,
bahut kuch hone ko hai,
jaane kya kho gaya hai,
jaane kya khone ko hai.

Life has got nothing special in tow,
Its going on in a silent row.
Am trying to shore it up,
Dont know where Am gonna land.

Difference...

The blue sky says it loud,

With it I wanna shout.

The morning rays so calm,

Just like mamma palm.

Life is like a dream,

Like some topping cream.

So much, yet so less,

As always its hard to guess,

The purity of heart melts into soul,

Happiness around is my goal.

I may be small,

I may not be tall.

But I can make a difference to all,

With love in my heart thats pure,

I can and will make a difference for sure.

Writing...

They say writing is a beautiful art,
When written with feelings in heart,
A sweetness in the words is sought,
In the web of feelings its caught.
I write just to relax my mind,
And to help me n myself unwind,
My words though not make much sense,
Its a way to cross the internal fence.
All the written is the thought of the moment,
Sometimes later do we lament.
But I feel happy and light,
When I take a pen, and just write,
A smile thats crossing my face now,
Makes everyone wonder How???

Armaan...

Aaj hain bahut armaan iss dil mein,
Jaane kis kis ko pura karun,
Khashmakash mein he baitha tha aise,
Sochta hun baatein kaise kaise.
Kuch na aaya samajh mein,
kaise karun , kya karun,
Bas tha ek he khayal ab to,
Inn armaanon ko pura karon.
Bahut samay sochne mein gavaya,
Par kuch na samajh mein aaya.
Ab jab aaya hai ek khayal aisa,
Maine paya aarmanon ko bhula jaisa,
Woh armaan he ab na rahe,
Jinke baare mein maine itna socha,
Aaj dekha to bas paya,
Woh nahi tha kabhi bhi sach,
Sab tha dhoka he dhoka....

Friends Forever...

Through the unspoken we traverse,
Walking through the sands of time,
Thinking bout our past and future,
Together in our present times.

Brought together by the unseen,
Held together by the unknown,
Our bond just grew stronger,
Which is felt not shown.

Life may lead us to many paths,
Some common, some apart.
What matters is in our heart,
We just stay the same, never apart.

All things may come and go,
What we want we may never know,
Roles change all the while,
Still I like you and your smile.

Years would pass like grains of sand,
Through which we all live by.
Am still yearning to hold your hand,
While watching the morning sky.

Time will makes us meet again,
Though our looks will change,
But within heart we remain the same,
The same ol' stupid "Friends Forever"

Superhit life...

I flow with the tide of time,

Never knowing the broken line,

A heart so full of joy and laughter,

Everyday is life's new chapter,

I write as I want to write,

Everything's beautiful within my sight.

Love is what is within my soul,

The world looks lovely as a whole,

As like time, I flow with it,

People say my life's Superhit...

:)

Sapling...

I start my life as seed,
So innocent & unruffled,
Sprouting into a new world,
So unknown & full of trouble,
That’s my thought as a sapling,
Whose trunk is soft & leaves shining,
Taking in wisdom from air,
And knowledge from beneath,
I start weaving my way,
Through the cluttered world,
As I keep rising in the glory of sun,
The young plant of me,
Looks to proceed to bend before the tree,
He thinks himself as master of all,
Waiting for his great fall,
Oh the proud & tall me,
Falls on the feet of almighty thee,
The wisdom within becomes wise,
And the starts to attain new heights,
The pinching glow becomes my glory.

Barish mein bheeg jaun...

Barish ki boondon mein aaj phir jhoom jaun,

Sunhare paloon mein youn kho jaun,

Jhoom jhoom ke aaj aise naachun,

Masti bhare mann se malhar gaun,

Aisa hai manzar aaj is sawan ka,

Sab bhulkar main boondoin mein bheega,

Barkha ki hai aisi mast ghata,

Aaj uske aanchal mein main lauta,

Woh sawan tha mere bachpan ka,

Aaj hai ek sapna mere mann ka,

Khushi bhare mann ki hai ye aarzoo,

Phir se jee le un palun ko tu,

Bheega hai aaj aise mera tann,

Jaga di hai mann mein nayi umang,

Ho raha hai aisa boondon ka nasha,

Aane laga phir se jeene ka mazaa,

Aise naachun jaise vann mein more,

Har pal ko jee bhar ke jiyun chinta chhor,

Phir se bheegun iss saawan mein,

Phir se kho jaun unn boondon mein,

Phir se jiyun unn yadoon ko,

Phir se paun unn hasin palun ko,

Nacchun, gaun masti mein kho jaun,

Khusi ke inn hasin palon ko mein kabhi na bhul paun,

Bas khushi se jeeta jaun,

Aaj iss saawan mein phir jhoom jaun,

Yadon, palon sab ko sanjoon ke laun,

Barish ki boondon mein aaj phir se bheej jaun...

Aaj phir se bheeg jaun.....

Phir se bheeg jaun.....

Melody of Rains...

The rain drops were loud yet silent,

Pouring like the musical waves,

Stirring up the melodies within the silence,

Something enigmatic is being played,

Something thats esoteric to me,

Still the sweet melody plays on,

Even when the rains are gone.

I still hear the sounds, sounds of drops,

I lay still, so still as to capture it.

A burning desire within me to feel,

Feel the music within and out,

Voidness all around overflowin with the sound,

I smile and laugh, peels of laughter,

In sync with the music around,

Turn into tears from eyes outbound.

Just like the raindrop, tears play a melody,

Just so obvious yet goes into oblivion.

The music is still there but now more subdued,

Tryin to make out its meaning and truth.

Its pouring outside and within now,

Don't know whom to control and how.

Its such an irony of life,

You have both the feelings together,

Melody and meloncholy at the same time,

Heart's overflowing with the sound,

Oh! listen. Oh! Listen, Listen to the sound...

Melodies by rains and tears abound,

Yet so silent and yet so profound.......