Dream World

Sometimes i wish i could talk to you for ages...
Like time limits, there wouldnt be any cages
I could talk to you without any fear...
Just the same you be far or near...
That everything around us would pause...
And our conversations would be the cause...
I hope that such a dream...
Would one day like reality seem...
Till then i shall fall back into reality...
And donate these thoughts to someone else as charity...

Everyday

Everyday I see things I hadnt ever seen,
Going places to which I hadnt ever been.
Both harsh lands and and lands that are green,
Everyday I understand what things around me mean.
To know more I am always keen.
Wondering if that is perhaps in my genes?
Although i am the same person it might seem,
Everyday I get to know a new part of me...

Hoping

and i close my eyes...
hoping to see a surprise...

when i wake up again...
life around me sans any pain...

i wish if going to sleep,
could help me keep...
all the hatred and pain i see...
buried deeper than roots of a tree...

if each smile could...
from this rain give hood...
to those getting wet in this shower,
of suffering and thirst for power...

if dreams that i thought as a child,
would someday not sound wild...
be instead the world i could call real...
with everything around me clear...

till then i shall keep trying,
closing my eyes, hoping...

when i wake up again...
life around me sans any pain...

Mera

kya hai apna aur kya hai paraya?
jeevan ki hai yeh kaisi maya?
kabhi kuch kareeb toh kabhi kuch duur...
yehi toh sochne par karta hai mujhe majboor...
ki kya sahi mayeene mein hai apna aur kya paraya?
jeevan ki hai yeh kaisi maya?

Answering

what is new and what is old?
is it on the basis of what we are told?
who is close and who is far?
is it physically how we are apart?
what is true and what is false?
who makes the final call?


there maybe thousand such quesions,
that might be taking revolutions...
inside our mind during the day,
and for an answer we may constantly pray...
for this darkness to end from our lives...
so that towards the light we can strive...


sooner or later its time... when you...
may find what you call the truth...
reach that stage of realisation; if you may call it...
and might think of yourself as actually a stupid...
because the answers that you were searching in others' brightness...
was always there if for a few minutes your eyes were open... to what seemed like darkness...

Just for a second

Just for a second our eyes met...
On our faces angel like smiles were set...
Then my bus started to move...
Even if for a second... The love story came true...

Faint Light at Night

When I stay up at night,
And love the silence and in the room, and a faint light,
From the street-light across the road,
I tend to get into this thinking mode...

Today my mind asks me to answer this question...
Why do we meet some good people only for a short duration?
Some people who are worthy of more than a special mention...
Who my mind thinks should be a part of me or at least my extension...
... Who my mind yearns to be with...
And starts acting like a kid...

That is when I tell my mind...
To stop this usual grind...
And be happy that you at least met,
Someone you haven't forgotten yet...
Leaving the universe to pay this unpaid debt...
Within the time frame you set...
Someway or the other the universe will pay back...
and make up for this time lag...
Between what you thought were the last moments...
And the soon to be presents...

Till then my thinking machine,
lets just enjoy this beautiful scene...
Of when I stay up at night...
with the silence in my room and the faint light...