Monday, 18 November 2013


The friend, with no tags to bear along it,
Simply being open and happy, my advisory kit ;)

That huge smile, makes my day each time I see it,
The long chatter and chatter adding bit by bit.

Though it wasn't for long that it could be so,
Things and memories of past breaking across the row.

Times of sulking and fake anger stay still,
Yet the happy moments rise up on the creaky mill.

Friends don't need a common base to stand on,
In fact its the uncommon that strings it along.

Luck is what I had, to have you as a friend of mine,
Seems so long back, as our friendship grows older as wine.

To the world things may seem twisted all around,
But its us that I know, how pure than the cleanest ground.

Can never thank you enough ever for everything, 
All I'll do is to try and be true and luck it will bring.

Its so awesome to have a friend in you,
This friendship will stay clear as the morning dew.

In the end will ask just a thing for awhile,
Wherever you end up, never ever lose that super smile.

Saturday, 2 November 2013


Runnning at full speed with no bounds ,
Cutting through air, just rushing sounds.

When you can see things happening all around,
Everything is the same, the sun, the earth's still round

The ways beckon you, but you pay no heed, In this very crowd, a simple word is all you need.

Lost and muddled in a jumble of shouts,
Answers, tough to find all left with doubts.

The confusion grows thicker by time and space,
The road becomes rougher and you lose the race.

Yet we stumble, gather the broken pieces at once,
The puzzle would never be complete may there set a million suns.

Why would you be lost if there was never a sway,
There wasn't a maze, just the horizon and a peeking ray.

No fear of getting over the edge, or the crevice,
Walk on, head held high, you ain't a cowardly speck of mice.

Times arise when the one you thought as simply gazers,
Are the ones who hold your hand to guide across many a razors.

Everyone in this wide world is lost in his or her spot,
Sway about, play a bout, dance in the wind for you can never hit the dot.

Why wish ill, when you can wish good for all,
Shouldn't you be happy for a smile? Be it big, be it small.

Myriad are the ways and turns of the path,
You might already be lost even while you take a bath.

It isn't a bad thing to be lost awhile,
For the thing to guide you back would just be HER SMILE....