Her

dont know when tears rolled down
dont know when you blew us away
dont know when we became feeble and clowns
will there be angels on earth
will we ever be humans again

Meeting in the sky

I saw an eagle flying high
our eyes meet, made sky so shy
we hate those who are down and low
lets go far where dreams dance and flow

The Possession

There was none then smiles of hope came along
one night a holocaust to kill my dreams came crawling
visits of darkness kept lingering
so was the mind wandering
in the dark they say stars come out
i saw a starlet
to vanish on a stormy night
behind the clouds no where to fret
clouds then played hovered from one landscape to another
there were dark... grey
silver clouds
my shine my silver cloud was
nowhere to be seen
did it hide or wandered
gone forever to see moon
i don't know
it took chunk of my heart along
there it goes ...dancing away to horizon
was left with a acceptance of nothing
sweet surrender it was
some whispered clouds vanish
after a much awaited rain..........

soul saver

holding those little hands tel me to be patient

seing those eyes innocent tell me there is dream

watching them run for a butterfly

say don't fail in the hopeful run

their virgin talk with greens, sandy beach

tell me there is more to converse with the horizon

lips beautiful whispering sole survivor of their tales

they touched her awakened her soul

enlightened the search for happiness

To this life and afterwards

If thrown a life again

I want him as my love

my soul my man

Let him be my knight who rides

In the moonlight with shining armour

In a white horse , not a fighter , a peace rider

Do not change him a bit my lord

For he is who completes my world

solace

i am answer when world goes atrocious
i am solace when self confessed soul cries
i am ears when that little heart speaks
i am listening when love in u whispers
i am the songbird you cage when love flies
i am that dove who flew seing your nest beautifull
i am love
i am her
i am what you need ever!

Single and Adventurous in ND

In a city what you do when you realize that you were an instant failure in knowing a man and getting him , do not forget that a lady is looking for a man read A MAN (in bold just in case it has to be reiterated). You will think here we go again... "women are emotional hazards so keep them at bay" let me enlighten you ..so are men! that's why the search is for a real stunning MAN, the Darcy story is not fake it does exist.

Story goes like this.Woman in me falls in love, falls the second time then pit is too deep to fall so she jumps tries long jump and there too saga continues . There is no rising here people! the man doesn't let her . He is cruel a devil . Wish I could write more adjectives but net net and total of everything after that, the story ends without a happy beginning!  It all started at a day in office I fell for his voice first, then everything .  It is right now to say that love inspires and influences you. Which obviously worked  ! So here I am writing something I donot know ie love and about a man
who failed me completely and made me realize who I am .Yes I can be more and there's lot of me before I meet the man ..Now I can be a vamp .. a liar a dumb ,duplicate girlfriend an emotional loser,lover etc..in all this turmoil I realized I knew what love takes . it takes a lot to love someone ,then rise and be careful not to fall . Apparently we cant afford to fall .
Today fall seems to be the buzzword ..everyone falling NY and Bombay stock exchange falling together , uncle in US falls for the crash at a discount store , mom falls for gold at south ex part 2 market ,airlines falling for mismanagement but then at the end of the day
everybody falls for good Sarkozy falls for Bruni, Obama, falls for change Al Gore for global warming . Our own Aamir fell for Rao didn't he ..ah theres hope again! So where does graceful and classy love stands ? Love stands no where and is definitely confused .It is
like Olympics you just cant get enough of the golds. In a city like Delhi where everything begins and ends in beauty and style, I refuse to blink eye on a handsome man I stare at central park or at a chandni chowk and I definitely refuse to give
up on love.

Here

I am here sitting,thinking.. alone..eh I dont think I can club my thinking power and loneliness together because internet wont allow you to ! PC is on 24 hours , i am getting all updates from my family friends, loved ones ..strangers ..bloggers ! I am getting distracted. I think I want to run , escape into a dark deep green forest where there is still whispers of leaves. where Lush silky water flows and somewhere when you look up in the sky, birds telling you I am free. Freedom is precious. Freedom to do what you like , to be yourself no matter what because that ignites the work for passionate moments. Time flies by and you realize that you just created a master piece. It is often effortless and leaves you smiling. Freedom matters! 

servile goddess

wings of passion
niched to a nail
fireflies my friend are gone
whispers of a forest with giggles is lost
my being is scrutinised with a bolt
hopes perishable to a limit
goddess speaks love once again
love of a firefly finding peace again
hopeful but adamant all once again

Storm of love

their smile i care

they make me walk the clouds

what if world doesn allow us

the storm will engulf every dust

there i shall dance ...in the rain after the thunder