Anytime Available 4u....

What is left in friendship

when it's not about you and me..

that we can lift-up our hip

and you count on me as 1,2,3

What is left in the goddam life

when it does involve me and u...

so that we can stay together

and I count on you as 4,3,2

So many people, so many minds

when all are together its a meeting of dumbs

and when we celebrate in our friend's party

we kick hard on them to give b'day bumps!

Life is full of colours and baloons

and we can see our future brighter soon

as we swim together in a lagoon

and we chill & shout & say...KABOOM !!

This is it...this is the moment,

that we mingle and spend

to make our environment sweet and affable

and forget the past which way ago went...!!!

rains make me emotional......

I feel the rain dripping right on my shoulder,
as if some one is calling me over
and trying to say something to me
which gets me colder and colder.

Sometimes I presume it is a starting of an end,
and the rain wants me to send
a message, rather, an alarm
to get off the wrong path and descend

On the other hand, I have a notion
that it says me to use my emotion
and judge what is right and wrong,
and then decide the course of my action.

What is good, what is bad,
i can scarcely understand
cuz the language and tone of the rain
is making me crazy and mad.

Donno what message it carries,
and what all memories it buries
Donno in which direction it leads
and tell its messsage to any Tom, Dick & Harry.

But 1 thing is for sure,
it is only the rain which can cure
and lessen tour sorrows and worries
and makes our heart sweet and pure

the rain and me..!

my words....my creation...

Are there some valid approaches,

to the phase I'm going through

or is it a bad timing for me

that I can't even say it to you

I try to be happy from outside

but no 1 bothers to peep-into myslf

that how much my heart is hollow

and how much I'm being an elf.

The heart dies a slow death

it has regrets  and so it starts to feed on meth

'cuz when no 1 is there to follow,

the only option is to drink your own sorrow

We are all artists in one of a kind

who performs in its own way

and when we find no companionship,

we no more remain happy and gay

But still...life and lusture also teaches

that success is for those who itself preaches

,his duties, his courage and his quality time

bcoz no one knows when life shatters like the sand in beaches