A DROP OF MY SEA

u're beautifully sketched, till the time I don't erase u As true as the theory of speed of light       Is thy virtue You are imprinted in me You are a stamp that makes me beautiful I can’t hide u Because I fear looking hideous Days when you grant your embrace Are the days when others envy me Just a line sketched on my neck As hard as stone Is my collar bone No matter how much you are there Your presence is a lie You make me always wanna try Try to be someone I’m not Someone for whom I always get an applause The mirror looks at me And transforms my reflection To a part of me which  doesn't  receive appreciation When you seem missing Just a line sketched on my neck As hard as  stone Is my collar bone I see u laugh at me And play games of hide and seek I might ignore u every now and then But u always come around You are my lakme You are my maybelline You are the reason I wanna stay young And in you

   She always dreams to be a princess.. She thinks she is precious.. Every time she tries a new dress on.. She wants to be complemented by the one she belongs.. Closing her eyes to wake up to a horizon.. Where a castle around her is woven..  Where the rays of sun become her tiara.. And ocean gushes to shore in the music of her genre.. The soft breeze flows to wrap her in a gown.. She watches the arms of ocean where sun drowns.. She wishes also to be swept off from the castle of sand.. All her life she dreams of him dusk and dawn.. And when he comes along.. A girl finally becomes a princess.. He amends every thing that was wrong.. Carries her to the throne like his baby.. When he says "i do" for what she is... And strengthens the castle of his princess.. He is her prince.. Whom she always dreamt of.. She needs no mirror any more.. Because in his crystal green eyes she watches herself.. So beautiful and adored..

"Really sorry man...Sorry for your loss"...Heard a man saying these words to Andrew on his girlfriend's second death anniversary... I really din't know him,I'd just come to give company to a friend ...I reckoned that, these words must have run down his spine and would directly target upon his heart to his eyes, bringing out the hidden tears... but I was flabbergasted by his impetuous expressions changing like the seasons in seconds...He glued both his lips very hard, looked down in a mirror, shut his watery eyes for a short lapse of time and then suddenly woke up from that short hibernation..His lips were still stitched together and he looked at the man, held him from his arms and smiled..The amazing thing about his smile was that it was not forced..As if laughing really hard inside, but expressing just a fraction of it...Its like when you look at a cloud, it's really grey and turning black..You'd expect it to explode with a huge amount of shimmering drop

The pages of my book were unwritten The ink of the my emotions was jammed in, inhibition I knew, where my words were locked But the key was put on a clock The arms which were ticking towards that moment That one moment....which would wing the words And they would fly in the sky of my pages like birds... Empty pages were fluttering with the wind Because they had no weight of the words from the heart The book was longing to be wrapped in the ink Like I was longing to feel the weight of emptiness, from the start... When that moment glanced Like a soft breeze on my face I saw, I felt the silence that was masked And slowly revealed the trace The traces of those birds Which in the book were unheard That moment voiced my pages With the sound of all those images Which I let surpass with the years And were hidden under the cover of tears The rain was predicted by the time Poured on my skin And I felt my words pouring from inside, were mine I had to emboss them on my book to give it

THE ROAD I CHOSE The moment of despair or the moment of solace in the middle of the storm…I could never decide between the two… It’s been so many months now I have lost my count on the calendar, I look out my window and fetch my eyes to infinity to discover those footsteps… The sound of those footsteps made my heart skip a beat in anxiousness… I always wished time could feel my heart beating and for once pounding slower than me… But time was always a major condition between us… Had I been God I would have surely frozen those few moments when lovers meet and get captivated by each other’s aura…But thank God I'm not God, else for me, time would never travel when I met you... Alas, when I think of you in my mind, in my dreams it seems so authentic and valid… Yet when so-called reality strikes or should I say when I wake up from my dreams everything just perish into nothingness… Robert Frost said in his The Road Not Taken to choose between the two roads and I also chose a road b