FOR A SPECIAL ONE

FOR MY WONDERFUL FRIEND

Many a times, you might have wondered why is there a kind of insistence for your presence, for your sweetest voice for your writings.

Why even after having multitude of friends, am I writing this for you, only you?

Why is that you hold a special corner in my loving heart

Why do you remain always close, even if you remain aloof, far, away?

Why is that , we have no commonalities, still I love to talk to you & you as a sound listener and believer talk to me with the same compassion , with same exuberance

Many a times, I myself have wondered, sometimes a smile puts an end to my thought and sometimes I evade myself from such thoughts

Are you the one for whom I pleaded from god in the dark years of solitude, seggregation & aloofness?

Why do I feel everywhere your unseen presence?

Why do I feel in each step of mine you accompany me?

You remain with me always in my thoughts.

Why is that it is only you who resides in my thoughts?

Why is that no sense of insecurity bind me and you?

Is that love? I will say "NO".

Because love aims for possession. Possession might be enforced by false impression, by some materialistic attraction, by veils of charm, beauty and youth

But they are all temporary

Is that crush? But answer remains "NO".

Because veils of illusion surround it.

Is that, what all, I am writing is to gain a special corner for me in your heart?

Answer is "NO". Because proximity is no question.

 Because the relation we share is "FRIENDSHIP".

It is a new life blossoming; as beautiful as spring.

Let it blossom and flourish.

 Result would be sweetest fragrance scattered in every sphere of our lives and the binding factor would be this fragrance that spreads hope, belief, faith, love, respect and loyalty

Remember friendship is love without wings. It binds.

Now you might be wondering why I am writing this for you

Because, with your awaited advent in my life. 

I have grown every single minute.

I have grown cheerful, youthful and happiness surrounds me. I feel a new life instilled in me. With your company mornings have become more pleasant and nights more peaceful

In your company, I have observed in me great changes

You might not know, but that's certainly a truth.

What you mean to me, is the question that remains limited to me.

In my deepest reveries I know the answer but revealing is not my habit.

What is most important is that, I share with you the most beautiful relation of the world,

FRIENDSHIP 

 THANKING YOU

THE INCREDIBLE TIME

The incredible time flows,
What flows away , goes away unreturned,unquestioned
Gone are the civilisations,gone are credentials,gone are prefferentials
Like a trembling hand of hope of a drowning,
what drowns ,within ferocious flow of time , are the precious seconds
With sounds , joys , sorrows, smiles , cries , happiness, disappointments and emotions of thousand kind
A heavier 'second' , drowns , not escapes , neither does it find a buoy nor remains anchored

O second! says the next second in order to save
But rather this cry puts him in the same grave
Time flows again and with burial of older ones , newer ones emanate
Newer ones in deathly silence witness the new births , new lives , new cries, new civilisations , new spirits
The rebel 'second' before the one drowning , doesn't lend a helping hand ,
Rather it conquers the former's clan
Accomplishments are time being, conquering just not matters
Thinks, and submits tothe mighty flow
The newer one( i.e the third one) ,more experienced ,now goes on relishing what is going through
Agony of loss of self is concealed within, but moves steadily to mingle with the mighty one
The fourth one now in a spiritual frame ,thinks, loss of self yields a new self
Same souls emerges, same emotions are what they all witness
Now it paves the way for the way for fifth , not in pain but only one thought in vain
What was the mistake of the first ' second' ?
Unnoticed , started the lane , and  with him started all this game
Now new second flows and flows in plain
Engrossed in thoughts mundane
but now these feelings are insane , thinks in vain
With steady place and realising their ' karma ' to flow
Although had nothing new  to plough
Whoever passed had the same glow, the trend that they all saw
With no envies, no prejudices, no preoccupations
The newer ones flow ..................
The developed ascetics now illuminates their path
With a surprising joy and delight ,
The experience of the former ,  etched in the memory  of newer ones
Endowed with rich spiritual wisdom ,
they transmit this godly illumination to those standing farther
Dazzled with radiance , the newer ones inculcate within the saintly wisdom
Swifter they move towards.......................................
Embracing the death......................

BROKEN DREAMS

Some beautiful dreams I have left behind
Some of them blossomed since childhood in my mind
Shattered in pieces and lost their isle
Wasn't isle my dear destination?
Where my dreams & I would have found satisfaction
Thinking" Left them behind or have they left me behind?"-puts me in frustration
Need to find a place where my dreams would find a true cremation
So that I may sleep peacefully, not being affected by their eruption
Chasing my dreams,
Everyday I saw a great success in creation
Waited for it in curious anticipation
Now I look back & see things in sophistication
I ponder & think it was an undone preparation
There were too many citations revealing my indolence
Indecisive behavior like pendulum in oscillation
But still I remember those sleepless nights in its true obsession (its- dreams)
All these thought does not render me any solution rather puts me in self humiliation
Revisiting those days in deep abstraction
I saw, me and my friends, started all with great conviction
But we diverted a bit, it's a true confession
Escapism was our tool giving us false gratification
Connected to our aspirations, were parents' expectations
We broke them all & see their vision now full of suspicion
But couldn't seal our triumph, thinking this, gives my mind affliction
These thoughts have inscribed deep impression& are now beyond omission
Thinking these gloomy things puts me in more complication
Still I look back and with clinical contemplation
What was their in behavior that led to contamination?
Some close friends, I think had selfish intentions
Didn't stop us from going to the road of self destruction
Now when I crawl back, I investigate only a great depression
Where buried are my honest dreams, but what I can do except looking in desperation
Some friends who started as underdogs have emerged as revelation
Now my mind is clear, having no confusion
Trembling I move, thinking false was my conception
Stronger I have grown under circumstances, found a new dreams in parturition
Now educated by bitter bygone, I know dreams are not only compulsion
But they must be, for you, an addiction
New motivation, new inspiration lighting my endeavors, a new exploration
Reliving those ambitions that I didn't choose in hesitation
Bit alteration and modification, now, I move with great compassion
With new companions, new friends & new amalgamation
But those who crossed before are now on new expedition
Seeing them, now, doesn't bleed my heart in mortification
Rather I console myself, thinking I will meet them on some different occasion
On some different voyage & on some other excursion
Where I as a failure will give my representation
To those who sealed my rejection
Fate will support me that day
As I think, I will then have a say
Because on that mighty day
I as a failure & they as accomplishers will stand  proportionate