Chasing Planes.....

Let me take you to

A time when everything had

Magic in it……

It was the time when

Playing in dust was the

The thing I loved……

Such beautiful was the time

When the afternoon was

Spent in chasing planes…..

Those were glorious days

When I asked silly questions

but lived curious…

auspicious was the time

when I just wanted to have

and not wanted to be…..

simple were the moments

when I used my hands to

decide  left and right…..

magical were those days

when I trusted everyone

and when my only fear

was fear of ghosts….

 Those were the years when

I was not smart enough

To regret my yesterday

And concerned about my future….

It is the time we all have lived

And somewhere in our heart

We still want to chase planes…..

Infinity- The Life Story Of A Road.....

I know you are not
interested in my story,
but let me tell you
my life is not less than a glory.
My journey can be made into a movie
as my life is kind of groovy.
I cover a minute part of your earth,
lets begin with the story of my birth.
I was born from a path more travelled.
As i was in my infancy,
dust was the only thing i could fancy.
But one day one of your big leader
wanted to traverse me.
All I could give him was dust
and get the small leader bust.
Small leader wanted me to develop,
so he finally opened up the envelope.
I was fed and fed
and was turned into a black bedspread.
The small leader's happiness intensified
and big leader also got satisfied.
But my journey goes on.
When I was dusty
your moment on me was rusty.
But after my evolution,
I hear the engine's creak
and the horn's squeak.
But the thing I am more
interested are your voices.
Sometimes they are happy
and sometimes they are sad.
Sometimes its about life
and sometimes death.
Sometimes its about victories
and sometimes defeats.
Sometimes about God
and sometimes evil.
You put the colours of life
on this black bedspread.
You move on to your journey
but I always wait for your return.
This is my life's unending journey,
and it goes to infinity.........

His sweet voice and harsh noise.....

I felt my phone was acting as a pest
so I decided to give my comrade some rest.
His continuous fleecing of my privacy
called for its respite.
I slept with a commitment
that he will not see the morning light.
Next morning he woke me up cheerfully
unaware of my intentions.
It was hard for me
as I was addicted to him.
But I whelmed my emotions
and switched off his life.
So I moved to my work without him
but his memories were troubling me.
I was missing his sweet voice.
I was missing his harsh noise.
His vibrations were still felt
in my pocket,his abode.
But time heals everything
and this was no big deal.
Hours went by and his memories
started losing its sheen.
I was in a trance
without his sweet voice
and his harsh noise.
But as the sun was setting
people started accusing me of a murder.
They kept on saying
but my mind was not in a mood of swaying.
As the darkness covered everything
my heart started beating for him.
I promised that he will not see the light
but darkness was not in my plight.
So it was the time for his revival
and finally he basked to life
with his sweet voice
and a harsh noise...........

A trip to my head......

I want a trip to my head
and see what's in there that makes me sad
I want to dive in there
and purge all the prejudices
I want to wander through the garden of my mind
and pluck the weeds of fear
I want to swim in its streams
and wash away the ash-like desires
I want to fly in its sky
and inject new hopes
I want to explore my capacious mind
and blow the zephyr of kindness
I want to explore its infinity
and emerge with my mind unscathed
I just need a chance to make it innocent again.....