Rose n Woman!!

rose n women are very much alike
one's features typify other's character n life

rose is a beautiful flower;
being a woman is too a beautiful feeling...
presence of both helps in healing...

rose n women are very much alike!!

pollens in rose are different n numerous;
as feelings in her heart are serious n humorous...
petals in rose are folded one over the other;
like folds in her heart rasp as well as smoother...

rose n women are very much alike!!

prickles all over the rose;
like the hardships through which she undergoes...
despite the prickles, rose is beautiful;
despite the pain in her heart, shez always bountiful...

this is how rose n women are very much alike;
one's features typify other's character n life...
one's features typify other's character n life!!!

"Night"

standing in open... staring;

vaccum... space;

stars... audience;

darkness... language;

all looking at me... making me feel raw;

sometimes laud; on top of the world;

showering all their love;

sometimes savaged; out of this world;

laughing at me;

this is how i feel with my frend;

when i am happy n when i am sad...

night... my frend!!

The Comfort Zone

I used to have a comfort zone
where I knew I wouldn't fail.
The same four walls and busywork
were really more like jail.


I longed so much to do the things
I'd never done before,
But stayed inside my comfort zone
and paced the same old floor.


I said it didn't matter
that I wasn't doing much.
I said I didn't care for things
like commission checks and such.


I claimed to be so busy
with the things inside my zone,
But deep inside I longed
for something special of my own.

I couldn't let my life go by
just watching others win.
I held my breath; I stepped outside
and let the change begin.

I took a step and with new strength
I'd never felt before,
I kissed my comfort zone good-bye
and closed and locked the door.

If you're in a comfort zone,
afraid to venture out,
Remember that all winners were
at one time filled with doubt...

Separation

I had a loving little sister;
Who was always cheerful;
She made me laugh;
She made me giggle;
She made my life so joyful;
She was sweeter than honey;
Her actions were so funny;
No! !
She was REALLY funny;
But, now, she is not here;
I have lost her forever;
She had filled my eyes with tears;
And gone to stay with the “stars”… … …

सात "seven, the super"

सात की कहानी बहुत अनूठी
अगर कभी सोचें ये हम तो सात का है बहुत महत्व...

सात समुद्र इस धरती पर, सात ही हैं आकाश गगन में,
सात अगर फेरे लें हम तो बाँध जाएँ सात जन्मों में...

इन्द्रधनुष के सात रंग हैं, सरगम के भी सात स्वर हैं,
सात रंग और सात स्वर दोनों ही, मेरे जीवन में अन्तरंग हैं
सात रंग जब मिल जातें हैं एकसार वे हो जाते हैं,
सात स्वर आपस में मिलके एक गीत में खो जाते हैं...
रंगों और स्वरों के इस जग में काश यह दूषित हवा न होती,
सुन्दरता और सौम्यता ही यहाँ चहुँ ओर तब होती...

मेरे नाम के भी सात अक्षर हैं,
यदि यह बन जाएँ कुछ रंग और कुछ स्वर तो,
मैं भी इन सम चहुँ ओर कुछ सुन्दरता और सौम्यता बिखेरूं...

सात जो हैं आकाश गगन में, वहां मेरे कुछ प्रियजन रहते हैं
खुश रहो तुम चिरायु हो, मुझसे हरपाल यह कहते हैं...

इस "सात" का रहस्य जो कहूँ तोः... मेरे वो प्रियजन भी "सात" ही हैं... ... ...

Darkness!!!

I am not afraid of you Darkness, I never was…
Deep down in your inner side, you hold secrets from me…

Slowly and skillfully you beckon me to your home;
Your inescapable vast vacuum, draws me to it;
Sucks me into its nothingness...

Fascinating in my dreams, you are the beginning;
And the end of everything alive and;
Living in its tiring, meaningless existence...

Seduce me with your damp soothing fingers;
Embrace me with your peaceful lullaby of pain;
Glorify me with your audience of thousand eyes...

The fascinating life within you, I grow weaker;
And tempted to merge with your tranquility...

And someday… with your I’ll rest;
For black is the rainbow… I like the best... ... ...

Dreams… ~~this I wrote when I was in 11th std ;)~~

Dreams... Dreams... Oh Dreams!!!

Yes, I do have sweet n candy dreams in my eyes!!!

Donno where from they came into my life? ?

They are in my eyes, beat with my heartbeat... make me realize their presence somehow...

They are in flowers, stars, clouds, sky, raindrops...

I can’t see them, but their warm, tender and soft touch always mesmerizes me...

When I call back of their inception...

Nothing replies back but the same unheard silence and untouched touch...

Then I think if they are my imageries... that I want to see attaining life?

Want them to always remain there in my heart... like happiness and rejoice?

And tomorrow, if they don't happen to be true,

I'll keep their sweet memories in the core of my heart.

Those Memories of... first dream... first feel... first desire

Of a young heart... for ever n ever n ever........................................