Loveliest Paint, Like a Death.

Who would like to paint a canvas in which the color used is the blood of your lovable one? She came in between my paint courtyard and asked me to draw my loveliest paint using of blood from her Heart as shining Color.

Silent, Intensive, and bit emotional

Standing in courtyard before canvas

Wanted to think, had nothing, if I could mix love in the paint

The most loving and wholehearted I wanted it to make

You came and whispered with warm sentence

Stab my heart and collect the blood to paint your piquant

It will consist of love you filled it with

Show the world shine of your love in that lymph

Oh my dear! Will I be alive to brush such paint you think?

Instead you could stand along to hold my hand and guide brush to complete it

Wish! My life end in the shade of your love

Why you want my love to be oozed  out of your heart?

You, Your Memories and Care!

On the wall on the roof

The ground and on sky

When I saw a face appeared always

Tried touching, shaking and moving

But felt no one as there

Wandering amazed who is it?

The one everywhere but untouched

Long later I realized

It’s your Image in the eyes

I am so mad still couldn’t recognize.

In rooms in the fields

On the path and in the air

Whenever I passed it smelled something

Tried chasing, knowing and finding the source

But only dismayed I was

Wonder, Confused, Anxious!

What really did it scent?

Was something really or delusion it was

Suddenly the realization came

It’s all Memories that your love gave.

While sleeping it made me thump

Whenever alone strengthen my Will

A hand on the shoulder

There was if any made me sad

Like A thumb and a forefinger

On my chin to make me look up

If mistaken if done wrong

But still unrecognizable feel

One important day it made me known

It’s your Care that you put aside me always.

The Nature Touch!

Nature is amazing, gives pleasure on each of its touch. A little experience I'm sharing with you.....

See the high mountain lofty,

Yes there is trees’ green 

See them rippling like dancing

Yes the wind wave making them to

But also something there is

Hanging and swaying on the trees

They are fruits? They are not

They are savage? They are not

What’s undefined dimensioned? Not known

 

Wow they are moving, uff! now chasing us

Feel their touch how fuzzy is this

Coming, touching, tickling, running away

Really we’re jiggered what are they

Hide and seek playing to make us run

Not even tarrying a while when coming to hug

About to dribble from sieving wrapper 

The dark black CLOUDS, with cold vapor . 

Freedom in Boundaries

 Boundaries, boundaries and boundaries every where all around........... when I see this world with all these boundaries it makes me to think, being superior in thought process how free we are? Really are we free in this boundary-full world? Or better are those who are never asked where they have turned move ?

On the heighten hills, in deep valley

On sea beach and river banks

While looking up in sky, sitting on last mile stone

I have a thought, chagrining me inside

Sapience we are but what we have

Anticipation to prove and boundaries to go

Freedom of restrictions, with fake aroma 

Still feel us the best among all fauna

Seeing the bird free to fly,

Feeling the wind free to flow high

Observing the river free to ways

Staring the sky free of limits all away

Where are we free? Bound everywhere

Bound to continent bound to country, to language and states

Bound to religion to caste and to lineage

In status, in profession, even in cloths we are bound

Still I am,

In the pursuit of Happiness with boundaries all around    

Bigger Enemy?

Is life a joy, no one wants to loose

Or paining truth like enemy?

It’s a journey, shows something every time

Or defeat? snatches whatever we want

Like clear page to be ruled and write

Or a designed module just to go through

More faithful is the death? the ultimate truth

Or disloyal, never comes whenever yearned

It relieves the pain, the soul may have?

Or pains the souls around

It gives the way to reach heaven?

Or to leave heaven we made here, all the way

  

While sitting alone thinking only

Being truth which one is loving?

The life! Made to feel the truth of death 

Or the death! Realized to live the span of life 

MY CHASE: just one breath away!!!!

She is dead and he is sitting beside her with no tears in eyes. Tears are dried because of a deep  shock of her death. He can not tolerate this grief and about to die in little more time. But he has few things to say..................

  My heart is choked and eyes are dry,

Unbearable pain is stuck there in

Can not shed drop of tears,

Can not weep can not cry

A wince is stir in the throat,

And with twinge heart is falling.

You are no more but why I am so quite?  

Where’s that quarrel, where’s fight?

Sitting beside thinking about

You will never speak, never will be in sight

I know it all but why senses are numb?

Why heart is choked and eyes are dry?  

Last time is this, while sitting with you,

Last time is this, when I can hug you

Last is this to feel your touch

Last is the time to contact eyes,

But look   

Just one breath, I am away from you,

That is why;     

My heart is choked and eyes are dry!!!

याद...

वो ख्वाबों  की बातें थी
 ख्वाब गये सो बात  गयीं,
 पर अन्तरमन एक निगौड़ा
 याद करे है बात वही/
                                            ख्वाब थे या कोई पंछी,
                                            पास गये कि गये दू र   वो /
                                            या आशियाने थे वो रेत के
                                            छू ना   चाहा कि हुए चू र   वो /
 ख्वाब तो बस यू ही आते हैं, नीन्द गयी बस याद रहीं

 वो ख्वाबों  की बातें थी, ख्वाब गये सो बात  गयीं /

                                            आज वही फिर याद आते हैं

                                            फिर से मन  मायू स   हुआ। 

                                            सिर्फ ख्वाब नही कुछ खास थे, 

                                            मायू सी   में   महसू स  हुआ।

 काश के वो अपने होते, यादों में नही  तो होते साथ अभी।

 पर,

 वो ख्वाबों  की बातें थी, ख्वाब गये सो बात  गयीं /

Something To Say.............

Something to say from a long time,

Will you be trusting me?  

Will you be not?

I’m with you still and forever

Either you think me or you forgot..

Breath of my life, linked with my heart

which is gona break if you leave me,

Because if you leave, I will be futile;

Like thorn it will pain me a lot

Something to say from a long time,

Will you be trusting me? 

Will you be not?

How can be possible, smiling in situation

Creating around me, I’m feeling all alone;

You hold on my hand just, thump on it once,

My day is made like, it was a joyous.  

Something to say from a long time,

Will you be trusting me? 

Will you be not? 

The Eternal Love!!!!!

I (Girl) don't have a body now...but still I remember that last drops of care he (Lover) kept aside for me, which quenched the thirst of my soul just before my death! Now I am standing and looking down from heaven with few Wishes in my Heart...................

From the heaven-lap, away all the tangibles,

I, rueful smiled and beholding the transient creation,

Wish! I was back and could meet you once again,

Not the time for years, begging just in jiffy,

When I could touch you and feel again the way you cared.

I am nobody now  but the reason why I’m emotional?

I am immortal, but why so poignant? with tears in the eyes,

Wish! I was back and could ask you, once again

To sit along and to realize, all balmy time you gifted me

To hold my hand and to love, to sentiment my parched heart!

I am nobody now but the reason why I’m so adhere?

Couldn’t detach, tried a lot, but all ended futile.

Wish! I was back and could feel the wind around

Which could stroke the way; you thumped with abyssal care

To foment and support, whenever I vexed a bit;

Nothing remembered as I’m no body now,

But what make me to memorize for?

The last drops of care, warmth, and fondness you put aside,

The drops, which quenched the thirst of my soul,

Wish! I was back, and could ask you, once again!

May I fill the bag with, in scurry I couldn't then,

Quarrel of love, tears of love, teasing of love,

Touch of love, hug of love, your eternal love in it.

Wish! I was back and could ask you once again!!

Water- Water Everywhere, Not a Drop to Drink..

Water- Water everywhere, Not a drop to drink......

Think a soul like this, in the velvet but to squirm,

How alone imagine once, world around, but feels lonesome,

Alive, movable, convenes but paralytic.

Feel the pain he may have, in the heart in the brain,

What’s blockade! On life planet but can not breathe,

Grief is in just pinching, about to penetrate,

Oceanic-draught makes him feel as in desert and to sink,

In the garden full of flowers, as there is a partridge,

looking around colored petals but all no syrupy,

So, this place looks so wonderful, I’m bit pensive,

Sarcastically it laughs upon, heightens my anger to seismic.

Choice-less, stunned, to watch even without blink,

How morbid, how lethal, how fatal it is, turns me to shriek,

Miles of distanced radial, or is this place too shrink,

Water- water everywhere, not a drop to drink......

My Grief: How Selfish The World Is?

On looking such a selfish place to pass the life I can describe it and my grief on it as below: (I am Autistic to pour-out through my Lines...)

Dreary, dupe, aghast and alone in drizzled rain,

I’m Clutching, crushing, pulling hairs and withholding blame,

Why’s world so egotistic, self-centered I’m dumbfound,

Even don’t know mortality, transience rule only behaves insane.

Think themselves elegant. fools gamble with truth,

Make fun of life insensible they’re born with death as providence, 

If content even one in a day, what can they produce?

The eventual chattels which I call, "the everlasting fame"!!!!!!

Dedicating the Blog to My Sweet "Chat Pal"

Sunday night, sparkling moon light,

Sitting alone with dreams-bright,

Display blinked, got her massage,

Asking me if alright?

Thought so long, but no guesses,

Caught chin, for little Abeyances, 

Puzzled! With stranger’s sentences,

Tried pointing but was aberrant.

“Yaho O” identity and nothing known,

Also denied anything to disclose,

Familiarity deepen, still quite downcast,

Because revealing, for her was detest.

Unknown to personals but interacted we two,

Abundance of friends but like her is Who?

This is a friendship story, I shared with you All,

And this blog is being dedicated to this “Chat pal”