HOPES,DREAMS,REGRETS?

Hopes?
They are like clouds floating in the sky
Sometimes merging to be the elixir of life,
Sometimes making you yearn for raindrops of relief,
Yet all dark clouds have a silver lining
So negative thoughts shouldn't stop you
From looking at them!

Dreams?
They are like flowers growing in the garden
Nurturing and blossoming if you water
Else parching and withering,
Drooping if not taken care of.
Yet the hose of water lies in your hand
So don't stop watering them everyday!

Regrets?
They are lying somewhere in the trashcan
Recycling takes them to their right place
Or else they stink,
Making them worse!
Yet the quantity lies in your hand,
How many to pour in and how many to throw out!

THE POWER OF POETRY!



Poetry is the reflection of the soul
Mirroring all the trapped emotions,
Happiness and plight,
Which would else be chained
Like a bird in the cage

Poetry is the panacea
Which caresses all wounds
Inflicted by life
And recuperates the mind
From anxieties galore!

Poetry is the golden thread
Between your heart and words
A direct pump out of your feelings
Churned within every moment!

Poetry is laughter and exhilaration,
Peace and solace,
Grief and agony,
All jotted down at one place,
Engraved forever,
In the notebook of time!

DON'T WAKE ME UP!

Don't wake me up
I am busy weaving dreams
In my fantasy world
That gets blurred when my eyes open
I am busy restructuring my life
And savoring all that I like
But the structure breaks
When reality dawns

Don't wake me up
I am happy in my world
Where no liabilities exist
And future feels safe
They are castles in the air
But they are far beautiful from the world
Which offers no guarantee
When I wake up!

FASCINATED BY NATURE

The angelic white beauty , spread all over the lane,

The bewitching view, from my window pane,

I am loving this feeling, of clearing the haze,

And looking out,into the incredible maze.

I am getting a translucent view of the world outside,

Peace and tranquility lying side by side.

The mountains decorating the aura in the veneer,

And beneath this heaven is a quietness so clear.

A lonely platform and the swirling trees,

Maddened by the joy of this chilly freeze.

I have forgotten all the worries laid down in my mind

That heavenly feeling, nowhere else can I find!

Whatever is passing by is being cherished and loved,

I wish there were words for this spectacular view to be summed!

FOR OUR NEW LIVES!


Where have the days gone
When games like hopscotch
Were the apple of our eyes
When we weren't that busy
Playing Temple Run on our ipad?

Where have the days gone,
When friends used to meet up,
All together at a friend's place,
When we weren't confined
to friend groups on facebook?

Where have the days gone,
When we would sit by our grandmom,
And smilingly listen to her stories,
When we weren't that busy,
Enjoying hot gossips on the T.V?

Where have the days gone,
When we would look up
And explore the world around,
When phones and laptops
Had not made us look down forever?

WHAT ELSE DO I WANT?



What else do I want from life
A rewind button?
To correct all the follies,
To set things right,
To relive the memories,
I never want to forget?
Do I ask for more,
When I demand a 'pause'
To capture everything best,
To hold on to good moments,
which fly away like wind,
And fall down like sand,
From my delicate fingers?
Do  I ask for more
If I wish to control this remote,
If I hope life obeys my commands
And lets me out of chained feelings
And anxieties of future.
Do I ask for too much?

A LAST LOOK AT THE HOSTEL COURTYARD....

It was a lonely expanse,
But our laughter sprang it to life.
We could sit for hours and hours
Chatting and gossiping
Ruminating on the theories of life
And the courtyard listened,
Guarding our words.

A fight with a friend
And the walls would see our tears,
They would pacify our souls
Releasing all the fears.

Showers of rain
And we would rush to dance
To the melodies of silence,
The weather leaving us in a trance.

The walks would never end,
With earplugs on
And maggi along
A perfect dining arena it was!

Now I behold that last look
Before I leave back for home
No more talks
No more secrets locked
No more dreams it would absorb
The chairs stay as they are
It is welcoming new faces.
Wish it could stop us
For a little more while.