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.......

Friends Forever...

One fine day, I sat thinking bout my old days,
The time when I was a stranger in the crowd..
The time I was a lonely face around...
When I was ushered into this mean world...
All I found was a flurry of unknown faces around,
Each one so distinct, yet so alike,
They all looked different from outside,
But beneath the skin it was the same thing,
A feeling shared by all of them,
Of the unknown, in the unknown world...
And in the midst of that, a bond was formed,
A bond thats so mild yet so strong,
The feeling brought them all together,
With the passing of time the bond grew stronger,
It was like a family in all measures,
Where everyone was different yet together...
And when the time came to leave for destination,
No one understood the unsaid relation,
But tears welded the bond to be more stronger,
The strangers have become now my part,
They all are with me in my heart,
With an unsaid resolution we all did part,
Though apart, we live in each others heart,
And wont forget these beautiful days ever....
We all will remain FRIENDS FOREVER.......

Time...

Its true that time flies,

But more than truth is that people change.

Time may be the best healer,

Also its the best eraser,

With memory it also erases poeple from your mind,

For a person time does not change him,

Its the time that has changed.

But in reality he's too busy to notice,

that its othe other way round.

With passing time we grow and change,

We forget but not usually forgive.

We remain in present but live in past,

We look the same but heart has changed.

True that time flies,

But I have changed more than time,

People come and go and so do you.

While I lament on time for things,

Its I "myself" who has to learn things,

Change is the only thing constant in nature,

And even though I change with time,

The change should always be for better,

I may grow with time,

But I shouldnt forget my friends of life,

Even though they are out of my sight,

I would never want them to be out of my mind.

True that time flies,

But I will change taking all my people along...

Khamoshi...

Jaanta nahi main kya hai ye,
Kya hai aisi baat,
Kahane ko hai bahut kuch,
Par zabaan pe aati nahi koi baat.
Kuch aisa ghira hoon apni ladai mein,
Bhul gaya hoon duniya ko.
Aaj hoon khush to main,
Par nahi baant pa raha hoon usiko,
Shayad yahi hai zindagi,
Koi nahi samjha kya hai ye zindagi...

Lost in the Crowd....

Walking amidst the crowd,

I fathom whether lost or found.

Through the raging men,

to the shrill sounds.

No one knows my heart and its sound.

The stormy feelings,

to the cloudy eyes.

In the standing raings,

I hide my tears.

Keep allaying fears,

in the crowd's jeers.

Crowd comes and goes on,

But the feeling holds on....

Lost in the crowd...

Am "I" or the "CROWD"

Beauty...

Through the dark woods I traverse,
Not knowing the destination.
From the streaks of lights that I see,
I create a path by imagination.
From the rustling of leaves,
To the song of the flowing waters,
This is a new world altogether.
The colors so vibrant, yet so mild,
Spread all around in the wild.
Beauty is not a virtue exposed outside,
Its the inner self which makes things beautiful.
What lies within you, is seen by you,
Thanking god for what he made me,
Beauty is what to me, is to thee...


© Manish

I and Me...

I stand there thinking of what to do,

Not a single direction which i didnt look into,

Lots of things are going around me,

Still am lost into mind tree.

Am waiting for thee to come,

But thou shalt not come this far,

Or is this the other way round,

Am rooted to the spot by my "I",

Its not He, whos not will to come,

Its my "me" thats not making me move.

Thou has his heart open for me,

Its my "I", thats unable to enter thy thee.

Lifting the shakles of my "ME",

I raise myself into the hands of thee,

For all that I was thinking I am,

It was just a myth and false calm.

Now am free, free to live my life,

Free from "Me" and free from "I",

Only peace is left now....

Inside and out...........