Sweet Symphony

When she smiled,
it lit his heart
When she cried,
it tore his soul apart
Her temper was like
thunder striking out from clouds
The serene water in the river
reminded him of her calm nature

She sat on the bench
at the Northern Hill Park
Her mood was like
the grey clouds
waiting to burst any moment
the heavenly showers

He knelt down in his knees,
and asked her
, "My Love, What's wrong?"
She looked at him
with teary eyes.
" I can't be with you anymore.",she said

The colour of his face
changed from hope to loss
"Why? Am I not good for you?", he asked
She didn't meet his eyes now
" It's me. I don't deserve you",she replied

He stared at her
and smiled instantly
He sang to her
the symphony

" You are the air I breathe
You are the light of hope
in my life that is like dark dungeon
You are other half of my soul
without which I am nothing
You make everything seem easier
when life is tough on me.
You are beautiful inside and out."

At last the rainbow came out
in its seven colours
She smiled though tears never stopped
Belief was once again instilled
And the negative thoughts disappeared
Like the grey clouds that were slowly vanishing
Her love for him enhanced
Thanks to his sweet symphony
that saved him from losing his love

Friends Forever

Small promises
Large commitments
of being together
and never letting go,
we made as children

Tight hugs melting hearts
Sharing dark secrets
at rainy midnights
Laughing carelessly
At our silly actions and reactions

Fighting for no reasons
and making up within few seconds
strengthened our bonds as friends forever

We were like  soul sisters/ brothers
healing our broken hearts
and supporting each other
during stormy times

When light of hope was blown away
by the winds of distraught and sorrow
You, my friend stood with me always
Like pillar of my strength and courage

Let the arrows of misunderstanding
come between us
Let the distance tear us apart
Let The Lord test our friendship
with problems and difficulties
I , my friend ,will never forget
that we are friends forever 

Rain

The thick grey clouds

looked like bubbles

of hope in the sky

to the creatures

of the world

who detests the heat.

The thunder rumbled

and lightning struck

from the top

where the almighty played his game

The cold wind blew

bringing with it,

the sense of exuberance

of beginning of good things

Tiny little rain drops

fall on the ground

making tiny spots everywhere

while the fauna lit bright

at the touch of the water

The monsoon has come

marking the end

of the summertime sadness

Seasons change

bringing with them

new changes in life

If I was super rich

If I was super rich,
I could fly to places
with my private jet.
Filling my eyes
with the evening lights
and mesmerizing nights of Paris
While waking up to the sunrise
and watching the great
Statue of Liberty in New York

If I was super rich
I could drive an Audi
with peering eyes and jealous stares
on the plain roads of Azbekistan
and the narrow paths of China

If I was super rich
I would build houses like palaces
with big and lavish rooms
and a huge library
filled with books
It would have gardens
and sparkling fountains

If I was super rich
I could buy clothes
of brands that I always dreamt of
The colours of rainbow
Would fill my wardrobe
Gowns made by Vera wang
Would be my precious attire

If I was super rich
I would don precious stones
every single day
Diamonds from solitaire
Would be my best friend

If I was super rich
I would be founder
of multimillion company
where I would make
important decisions
and not care about
few losses of money

If I was super rich
I could buy anything I want
I would dine in fantasy resturants
And love? I would get it all
They say money can buy everything
Why not love?

If I was super rich
I could have toy boys
showering love in exchange
of high class lifestyle

If I was super rich,
will it able to transform
 my lonely heart
into happy one?
Will it buy a person
who could paint
my life with colours

They say money can buy anything
but not love,
Love comes within heart
It's beyond diamonds
Or the Vera Wang gowns
Or anything that money can buy

Imperfect

I looked my best
in my light pink blouse
Matched with tight black trousers
The eight inch pointed heel
gave a new look to my petite body

As I walked down the streets,
I saw glances of few strange people
Their faint whispers made me feel insecure
The devil in me appeared from no where
Avenging me for ignoring it previously

The confidence that I had before
Slipped in thin air
I was no more that girl
I wanted to be

Everything about me
was false impersonation
that I had created
In this ocean called society,
misfits like me have no life

Love and affection
 is long begone
Acceptance and forgiveness
are the words of past

Imperfection is looked down upon
Everyone wants to be
carbon copy of everyone else
Perfection in all things you do
is the key to success

What would be a world
without anyone soughting out artificiality?
How would it be if there was a rule
of originality ?
But that's just a wishful thinking

Until world drools over the perfectionism,
Imperfection and misfits like us
have to adjust being perfect.

The right one

I walk on smooth white sand
making footprints of short span
as the ripples of sea water
wash them gracefully

Thoughts scavenge my head
like the brutual vultures
feeding on the dead
I try to brush them off
but they are glued to mind
like the ticks on the fur of the dog

As I try not devulge on to them,
I find myself being drawn constantly
to thoughts about the one
I have never met

What would he be like?
Would he be able to break
the wall I had created
between me and the whole world?

Will his eyes be filled with
love and affection for me?
What would it be like
to be center of his attention
when every other girl is trying
to grab his attention?

Love is blind , they say!
Will he make me blind
by his charms or
Will he be charmed by the
way I am ?

I love to fly in open sky
with colours of freedom
under my sleeve
Will he restrict me
to boundaries of his life?

Will his presence heal
my wounded heart ?
Will he be the seventh one
to wreck my heart?

My heart and soul
has been soiled
by pain and betrayal of
the bad world.
Will he be able to make me
believe that good still exist?

I have lost the hope
of my Cinderella man
coming at the doorstep
of my house
Will he instill that hope?

Solititude would be my companion
until I find the right one

Mystique

The wind was strong

that made sun hid

beneath the grey clouds

Darkness prevailed

and the evil appeared

from it’s secret den

People locked themselves

in their homes

fearing their lives

Anyone who stood up,

were buried down

in dungeons of hell

Love thawed,

goodness extinguished

heroes died fighting

against the villains

But everything has

short lifetime

A magician appeared

from nowhere

to dispel the darkness

and bring new hopes

among the people

His good deeds became

the hot news in town

They called him mystique

because of his attire

Dressed in black

with only his eyes visible

His magic was his only weapon

against the evil

The simple tricks

were more than enough

to fool them

No one could ever

get close to him

No one knew him well

except his mystique avatar

Who was he

remained a mystery.

One fine day

the king of evil

summoned him to his court

As mystique appeared

people prayed secretly

for his victory

“ Who are you, the mystery one?”,

the king asked

“ I am your death!”, Mystique replied

Shocked and furious ,

the king stormed towards him

and pulled his scarf

Everyone was surprised

as the secret of their hero

was disclosed at last

Mystique wasn’t a man,

it was a girl..small one

Her innocence and delicate physique

made the king laugh
But it was his last chortle

mystique had already ripped

his heart out,

bringing an end to the demonic rule

Everyone cheered and danced

to the music of joy

until they realised that

she had disappeared again

They saw her last

on that day

Her mysticism remained

though she was not there