The Lines

I found something…
I found something in you,
Whenever I see your dp.
I found myself in your eyes,
Whenever I look into your dp.
I found myself eager to touch you,
Whenever I touch your dp.
I found myself resilient, 
Whenever I’m trying to swipe your profile away.
I found myself best in you,
Whenever I’m not with you.
Yes! Maybe I have some interest in you,
But, whenever I find the stop in between you and me. 

I saw you…
I saw you smiling, 
It made me to smile.
I saw you to be kind with dogs,
It made me to believe in kindness.
I saw you spreading love,
It made me to believe in love.
I saw you crying,
It made me to believe in crying.
I saw you struggling,
It made me to admire your strongness.

What I want…

What I want from you,
the smile you have.
What I want from you,
the kindness you have.
What I want from you,
the sadness you have.
What I want from you,
the tears you have.
What I want from you,
the love you have.
But, dear I don’t want,
you and I live in the distance.

Maybe I’m alone…
Maybe I’m alone when,
I realised, no one is blessers.
I think tis other issues,
but found issues in me.
I felt depress’d being alone,
got to know, am not the lone.

Maybe I’m alone when,
I believed, tis like death.
I think tis depression,
or my desperation of being like.
I learnt being alive alone,
make any sense or tis need lone.

The Life…
The life, I imagined
its not the way it is.
The day, I thought
Left so long over.

The time, I wanted
childhood games.
I lost the time, I never
wanted to loose.

Struggled with my problems,

Now I’m used to it.

Most of the time, I wanted
all problems again and again.

I’m thankful to the God,
for bringing me these problems.

The Grief…
The day I sat in the restaurant,
Felt being humiliated-although.
Tried to figure out the mistake,
Lasted with the grief inside.

Somehow being overlooked through it,
the feeling of vanishing in the blood carrier.
The blood-overburdened with the grief,
the carrier refuses to bring to heart.

The restless day complaints about weight,
loads of grief being stuck inside.
Structure…
Waiting for you desperately,
another year ended now.
Unknowingly awaken if you
come again, to keep me alive.

Maybe you aren’t aware but

I’m still waiting for you.

Unexpectedly I still remember,
how you structured my life.

Maybe your smile enforces me

to awake; or maybe not.
First day is here waiting to,
recites with new memories.

Although we’ve spent the good,
times together in the past years
or maybe not. We both waits for 
our upcoming good life together.

Maybe it will come or maybe not.
Happy new year-Live happily!

My Apology…
I know I made mistakes and,
I regretted upon my childish act.
Maybe! My life was not so important
for you. Although, I apologize to my
action. I may’ve brought sadness
in your well-being. I apologize dear!

I understand My action hurt 
you a lot of buddies! I apologize.
I never wanted to hurt you,
But at the end I know I had.
Maybe my action depicted the 
importance for you! I apologize
for my every action hurts you.

 
Once in my Life…
One day, waiting to leave the campus
don’t know the fact I will be fond of.

Exactly I fond of with the beauty,
I wasn’t aware I will stick in that.
How I stuck in that loop, because 
maybe I felt something for that beauty.

It’s been 8 years with this fondness, maybe
that beauty noticed me watching or maybe not.
I thought I’ll hold that fondness for me,
BUT how that will be hold with me.

I only want that beauty to spread fondness,
with the dot below the sultry made it lovable.

Craftmanship…
Everyone’s art deliberates their hard work,
And their presentation of craftmanship.
Later thou some showcases their arts,
With their different parts of practices.

Weather some astonished by presenting,
Verbal and some are by their writings.
Thou witness with their presentation,
Some presents silently or some publicise.

Evenly also witnessed! How every artist,
unveils their life’s events and grief with it.
Sometime finds newest one and sometime
continued with the old one’s portrayals.

Pearl…
I appreciate God’s creation, but
How God can effortlessly display it.
I want to say the fig attracts most,
Might be fond of it, apparently.

Curvedness of the sultry made me to,
Dive deeper into the ale of God's gift.
I know I could only dream of,

The pearl like globule on that sultry.

I often complain! I don’t look for it,

But in end I became fond for the sultry.
Maybe the love I expects, But the way
It got appeared in my dream! I wish!

 Graves...

I've been dead long so ago,

Might be found in the graves.

Graves witnessed my dear one's,

Sought fully graves being mourn.

Mournful graves weeping though,

Might be from the betrayal laugh.

Betrayal laugh?

I saw them being free, searching

Love and care from new partner.

I wished-This grave must see them,

He had made them feel important.

But being betrayed afterwards his death,

The death being opportunities for them.

My Shadow...

I saw you tieing urself in responsibility,

There I got to know your sacrifices.

I witnessed you holding my back in,

Wherever I fall down! Thank you....my shadow.

I know and saw you weeping on the death off,

But you never let us know that you were broken.

I know the pain you holds but the responsibility,

Never let u the grief comes! Thank you...my shadow.

 I saw your weeped-laugh! I know that contains your deepest grief,

I admire you upon! How you taken up the responsibility. Thank you....my shadow!

I felt grateful and lovable to have the brother as,

I thanked the GOD for this gift. Thank you...my shadow!

                                       

Transformation...

I know thou' you work hard to,

Upholds the bonds between us.

Witnessed the transformation of yours,

I bet...it's your maturity.

The responsibility which you upholds,

I bet...it's your compulsion.

The tears you holding secretly.

I bet... it's against your wish.

The way you stopped caring about world,

I bet...it's your art of keeping us together.          

Blurred...

I've been looped-in so long,

interrogative about life.

Always wonder to know realm,

but remain unanswered about.

With all tired days in bucket list,

never found the answer towards.

The realms which I dreamt earlier,

now appears to be blurred lights.

Stucked within my own thoughts,

some says I'm overthinking about.

But I seemed speech less towards it,

don't know what to reply or how to.

Sucked by the past which I've,

never known about whom to tell.

                                

Whispering wishes…

I saw the birth of a star in the universe,
It lit the cosmos with a thousand joys.
I imagined the day when I was born—
How you held me, with eyes full of happy tears.

I saw you fight with Father, just to fulfil
My dreams and bring me every comfort.
I saw you weep when I didn’t perform well,
And I felt your silent anger, your aching heart.

I know you always pray to God above,
Whispering wishes for my health and happiness.
You are the GOD I see on this Earth,
The one I run to—with hopes, with cries.

So many times, I’ve hurt you—
With my words, my actions, my careless ways.
But still, you forgive me with silent grace,
And your tears speak the pain your lips never say.

Desert...

During the world’s night—we stirred like silent guards,
Trying to sprinkle stars upon the blackened chart.
We’re not the same—but share so many similarities,
Both of us, apart, across this endless desert of silence.

I know you’re burning in the silence of your pain,
Like sand that burns but never drifts away.
In the darkness of night, you calm your soul,
While fragments of stars rebuild the light you lost.

Waves that Disappear...

It was an astonishing life in the heaven of three years,
These years changed me deeply—shaping my character.
With the approaching darkness—I’ll be vanished,
Along with my unusual emotions and experiences.

Beneath the veil of an unexpected life—imagined,
I may find another traumatic or beautiful lesson.
With the approaching darkness—I’ll be vanished,
Like a wave in the ocean disappearing in a blink.

With winds and thunderstorms unexpected,
Life’s events strike like lightning to bring change.
With the approaching darkness—I’ll be vanished.

Yet in this fading night, a dawn will rise,
Carving new hopes beneath the endless skies.
Though with the darkness—I’ll be vanished,
My soul remembers where it once flourished.

With the Train’s Departure...

I’ll remember, with my tears in the silent night,
How I awoke from a weary phase of life.
I left the place that shaped my character,
With the train’s departure—all memories remain.
I understand the meaning this place bestowed,
It brought my life’s order in the dearest way.
I left the place that shaped my character,
With the train’s departure—all memories remain.
Though distance carries me far from its embrace,
Its spirit will guide me through every place.
I left the ground where my soul had grown,
But in my heart—Haridwar is my own.

Matters...

Upon the journey of unknown paths,
I chose not go on blurry paths.
Found my self in the poth holes,
The divinity in me gaves hope.

I tried calling everyone to bring me out,
Somehow I managed to come out.
Again got an option to chose another path,
Still I chose not to go on blurry paths.

Although path seems to be short,
Ended into never-ending poth holes.
The fear of getting into darkness,
I chose not to go on blurry paths.

My Shadow (Part - 02)...

The life you left for fulfilling the family responsibilities,
I’m speechless about it, can’t express – My Shadow.
I witnessed how cleverly you burnt all your dreams,
I can’t even imagine, my brother – My shadow.
 
I saw you laughing, with misty-eyed after burning,
I’m speechless, how you had lived upon – My Shadow.
Still witnessing you…with your wept laugh,
Just to fulfil our family responsibilities – My Shadow.
 
I always asked God, “Why him”, He stayed silent,
And saw his eyes also become watery – My Shadow.
Seeing you like this, I turn lachrymose,
Yet find my strength—to stand by you – My Shadow.

Reliving the Memories...

How much I was mad about the imagined life,
Seeing your photo made me relive that time.
With the passing time, the life we planned—
I wish somehow, we will be living together.

My misty eyes still remember our memories;
Your portrayals, I never wanted to be burnt.
Time to relive together—I’m still obsessed with it;
I wish somehow, we will be living together.

Your portrayals, I never missed to see the beauty;
I know it’s already over—but really want that.
Those memories which are burnt, still memories kept it;
I wish somehow, we will be living together.

Reliving the Memories (Part – 02)…

I still remember the time we lived together;
Through very hard days, we both passed last time.
I still wish to give another chance for that;
With the bunches of buds – I tried to forget.
 
I still remember the oaths we made to ourselves,
The time we never wanted to be burnt in.
I still wish to hold your hands against all odds;
With the bunches of buds – I tried to forget.
 
I still remember the day we were separated,
The time we both never wanted to come.
I still wish we had not been parted that time;
With the bunches of buds – I tried to forget.

My Shadow (Part - 03)...

With the remembrance of childhood,
The happiness you upheld is the answer.
How you decided—to be always there,
For the struggle of the little one – My Shadow.

With the remembrance of childhood;
The smile of being an elder brother.
An infant came with great responsibility,
Being elder—you kept it perfectly – My Shadow.

With the remembrance of childhood—
The care the child got by your love.
Even the divine power left that child alone,
To struggle out in the cruelty – My Shadow.

The Silence After You, Papa...

Still that day keeps haunting the present,
The day you left this earth — so traumatizing.
That life was the happiest life,
When you held every responsibility — Papa.

I still remember the time when,
Our home corridor echoed her laughter.
You were her pride and love — Papa.
After you, Papa —
The bangles she loved now lie silent,
Her neck still misses the mangal sutra,
Her maang’s sindoor has vanished,
Her pride in your name still aches in absence.

It’s haunting, Papa — without you, her smile
Just went missing; she only tries not to weep.
And your words proved true — the elder is capable,
To uphold the family’s strength — my brother, your shadow.

Reliving the Memories (Part – 04)...

The memory of your beloved smile,
Reminds me of the time we shared.
It keeps our love still gently glued,
Together within a dream of flowers.

The memory of your beloved smile,
Recalls the dreams we once envisioned.
It brings that love to life again,
Bound within the weave of destiny.

The memory of your beloved smile,
Still passes softly through my heart.
It keeps our dreams of togetherness,
Pressed between the pages of my diary.

When We Were Two Boys…

Yaar!! Secrets we shared never blurted,

Whenever with you always relived that childhood.

Being my cousin’s son – but the friendship,

Always answered with togetherness – We feels.

Yaar!! Life we imagined never lied about,

Still kept struggling to make our life separately.

Best time together now haunts with silence,

Always answered with the memories – we made.

Yaar!! Betrayal never touched you by,

Spent every moment together being child.

Were being with me – in problems,

Always answered about silly things – We asks.

Karma’s Call…

Some years ago, he fired a bullet at the

beloved — out of betrayal and obsession.

Morning illusions kept haunting;

the act he’d done must not be forgotten.

The drowsy and barren land of life

mirrors the karma he had made.

Some years ago, he tried cleaning the dirt

dried long before he ever thought to wash it.

Memories’ leftover stuck together with

watery eyes and drought-like mistakes.

His act shattered the illusion they lived by,

mirroring the karma he had made.

When Love Becomes Ganga...

Through the sleeper van, he started the journey,

To a place of crystal-like water she always praised.

With wonder, she took care of her little son who loved her,

And her joy bloomed whenever she saw him laughing.

With every jump he made out of pure love for her,

She beautifully nourished the life growing within him.

Her possessiveness never let him drift away,

And in her warmth, he saw the grace of Mother Ganga.

Lost…

Being a wanderer searching for clarity,

He ended up with unsolved misery.

With a subdued smile, he kept the memories,

Dying off — like a bee’s love for nectar.

Is it love, or only a need?

In finding the answer, he kept going darker,

With the emptiness of the ink pot.

Through blurred memories, he still kept fading —

Carrying the weight of those 180 days.

A Crime to Love?...

He was near the flowing water when he saw a thirsty boy.

He wanted to calm his thirst — but saw a signboard.

It was prohibited to drink from the river;

If caught, he would be treated as a criminal and fined.

His thirst vanished because of his empty pocket,

And he wondered — is this really a crime to love?

Can’t a lover calm their thirst in the flowing water?

Why Did You Leave Me, My Beloved?

On a tree’s branch, the parrot and parrotess

were making promises never to be parted.

In their understanding, love was inseparable—

God alone knew what lay ahead for them.

A man stood below with a nest in his hand,

seeing the chance to capture and trade them apart.

The parrotess escaped the sudden attack and flew,

but the parrot was caught by the man.

Parrot: SQUAWK… SQUAWK…

“My beloved, don’t go away — I’m trapped!”

Parrotess: SQUAWK… SQUAWK…

“My beloved, I’m not leaving — just come!”

The man took the parrot along with him.

The parrot kept crying out — Squawk! Squawk!

After some days, he escaped and flew away,

searching the forests for his beloved.

But he found her being eaten by a cat,

and he shattered completely — seeing his love as someone else’s food.

“O my beloved… why did you leave me?

Why, God… why did You write such a destiny for us?”