Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Autumn and I



I read, reread your intrigue saying you last wrote in the book
''Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall''
I wonder how you can be this close listener of my heart!
There is a beep for you deep in me that tune everyday 
To ask, if you're too longing for me? 
My love for autumn, my love in autumn, my love is like autumn
There is a mystery that carries along same as the crisp air in autumn
An ease of sensitivity and indifferent that crave for seclusion and peace
My feelings are colorful and are mostly red with the essence of your love
After reading your words, being far yet close heart to heart I feel like flying
But then my instinctive fiery and nature disclose the reality I fear of!
''I swing high and low
Ruled by the air's (love) blow
Upside I see the vast sky
Downside a little fly
Getting ready to chase
Unaware of a sudden blase! ''
It's not that I don't want to fly in the dreamland of You and I
Like there is always a reason for everything,there is a reason behind my fall too
I can not fly but I can fall!
I can not be a start but can be the end of all!
We can never meet but we're known to each other
As the colossal sky and boundless the earth
Once, someone said, ''true love is faith!''
I believe in the same and thus follow your words
''Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall''
I hope you would listen the silence of my fall 
to give it a new song the next season.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

My Friendship turned 3 !! Few Miles about to turn 4!!


Like these hearts soaring in drift
strange to destiny,away from rift
 Feelings and thoughts suppressed  
Inner flare split walls compressed  
That's how the journey commenced 
My Friendship, the saga recommence   


Resurrection of sensitivity when splashed 
I found many like me, we all clashed 
Not for a letup or a fight but to unite 
We stood together to inspire world knight
My Friendship, the saga shines bright


 A single word itself holds power
to change the world it has tower
that rise above straight with transparency
with the only sword of words I'll turn over controversy 
Within few years, I see my world has changed 
My Friendship and Few Miles both poetic pen 
blessed with sagacity 


Turning Three and Four we are still the same
have always seek for love and not for fame
translating life into words would have been impossible
without your generosity and comments sensible 
each day smiles with flying colors 
My Friendship and Few Miles, the saga of an unknown 
beautiful relation.


Happy Birthday dear Few Miles! Congrats on turning 4. I know I know it's tomorrow on October 20th. See, I remember the date too :-) 
But like every year I want to be the first one wishing you. It was you to whom I met first in my blogging journey though we weren't introduced well then. Always been my inspiration that reading you I shine brighter with my own words. Our relation is like,
 your words and my rhyme
several roads to same destiny
 Few Miles and My Friendship 

Sarav, I heartily congratulate you for your achievement and thank you for making all of us a part of this beautiful journey, blessing us with smiles and tears. Much to say...but next time ;)
Wish you many more years of Blogging journey 
-Little One

Sweet wishes from Valli 

Thanks Valli for such a beautiful caricature :-)

Best wishes from dear friend, Namrata

Its a little gift to MY FRIENDSHIP with a sweet little girl Simran
My heartfelt wishes to her on this very special day! These words of mine would remain with you as a token of our sweet friendship :-)

MY FRIENDSHIP

In the bosom of  the boiling desert ,
flutters my friendship.
It anoints my thirsty throat,
As does a perennial oasis.

In pain and plight and dismal night,
it lulls me down with ease.
Sweetness of the words it shares,
Blows over as a soothing breeze.

It shoves my boat away from disbelief,
when the world growls at my mistakes.
It comforts and cajoles me,
and does for me whatever it takes.

My friendship is my worship,
My love, I foster within.
I pray it meets eternity, 
to stay and keep me serene.

A surprise dedication from my dear sister, Mohini 
Glad you remembered the anniversary and truly I love this beautiful token of love!

Sunday, October 06, 2013

Lost color


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 42; the forty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "COLOR"
There is all around a deep silence
My heart and mind are at it violence
I lackluster and yet I feel laying back
My own thoughts are hacked
Life is out of colors; it is black!!

It had never been like this before
Euphoria of being alive was pure
With my smile I colored fade
I was an angel for all without wings
But hinge of life the way it swing

Everything was perfect and sweet
With him my life was complete
I, his zephyr and He my heartbeat
Without him life refuse to replete
Let me loiter for I've lost my fleet

How can life be this cruel ?
It asks me go on snapping my fuel
The whole world drenched in color
Except my own world inside so blur
Life does not stop with someone's depart
But part left can't be filled it remain stark

My heart sink at thinking of all that again

There is all around a deep silence
My heart and mind are at it violence
I lackluster and yet I feel laying back
My own thoughts are hacked
Life is out of colors; it is black!!
Lost colors!
                   


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