Fulfilment

What I said that day about my dislike - rectified you, what I told that day about my annoyance - modified you... and I am so happy that have no word to say.

Joy In The Sky, Joy In The Wind

Oh! Joy in the sky, joy in the wind - birds chirping on the branches of trees - how lovely sight everywhere. It's a day full of joy for us - we have broken the bindings of home and became free, we are again vagabond today and will fill the world with the tune of songs,- we are so happy to recall the past days... those happy days...

I didn't...

I didn't like the way you appear that day, I didn't like the circumstantial evidences you surrounded - it looked like a drama delivered by a third grade poet - it looked like a trap something ridiculous way... rather you could give me your same unique look, rather you could pass pretending unnoticed me... I didn't like your leaving me behind, I didn't like your settings of a trap - it looked like a friend betrayed at all - it looked like to take vindictive revenge... rather you never come before me... rather you never come before me...

Peaceful

("Our sweetest songs are those that tells of saddest thought." -John Keats) she is in my heart, she is in my mind, and when i think of her, she comes somewhere to bring peace in my grief... She is in my days, she is in my nights, and when i think of her, she comes somewhere to bring light & shade... light that we want, shade that we know. She is in my thought, she is in my job, and when i use to turn down her, she comes to console me and remain with her abstract presence. when i think that i should forget & forgive her - she comes in my mind and never approve or deny my perspective but remain aloof, indifferent. she is with her intuitive presence and shall be there in my heart not as usual or usefully, but peacefully forever...

Me And My Loneliness

Me and my loneliness use to say me always - she is nowhere, nowhere in the road, nowhere in the home and she forget to call me that I should come and give a company... that she take my side and chat with me, give her look to me off and often, smile to hear my whispers and say not to say feeble, walk with me with a perfect rhythm and hold the umbrella with her first finger keep upside, her locks swinging with the wind and I stare and stare untiringly... but she did not come - she did not come aside and walk, did not give her precious look and smile, so her brownish locks did not swing in the wind and so I did not hear from her any so words... and I found myself alone in midst of road - alone and aloof as forever.

Farewell My Love

I Love you from the deepest corner of my heart, I want you from the farthest desire-land of my mind- but... someday I realized that you don't, someday I came to know that you don't. So... my heart is broken in some way or other, my mind beame shattered in some way or other, but I have no grief or sorrow, I have no repentance or envy, But, I have the feeling of freedom, I have the enthu of zeal, 'cause... from now on I can live my life of my own.

Love Is Like A Flower

Love is like a flower which can never be replaced by any other means - fun friends money and so on... Love is like daffodils - staring on the familiar face of the beloved, over whom one can spare the replacements - happily!

O MY LOVE

O dear you are my heart throb, you are so sweet and hearty that I like, you are so gentle and romantic that I adore, thus you live in my day and night like a dream.

By The Way...

Whoever done the best? Is this a puzzle or riddle, I do not know But when the things go in its way... By the way... It has done the best.

To The Unknown Sailor

O sailor! From where you come and to where you go? I wonder, you have the wander by whom the solitary walker may find the magic compass and discover the path which goes to a mystery land that one never goes.

Sunday

Today is Sunday Sunday is fun day whatever it may be. Today is Sunday tomorrow Monday oh - working day!

Beauty Of A Tulip

Tulip a flower of beauty elegance and tenderness, so I like it very much. It has a very rare look which other flowers dont. When it blossom in the land of cultivation or in a bunch, then its beauty is more sober as it has vivid colours. And when someone comes with a beauty like tulip, - then I feel the same feeling as to see a bunch of tulip.

Breath In The Sweet Smell Of Happiness

It's green and green all over... Leafy... Watery... And the heart is full of joy, listening the sweet songs of humming birds... Laying on the bed of fallen leaf, hear the twittering of "did-u-do-it?" somewhere in the forest - I can breath in the sweet smell of happiness... all in the mundane world of concrete forests.

When The Heart Is Full Of Joy

Time is the healer - I believe in these words, but there are more things in our heart which we may not believe but I do believe... It may mere a thing or something we dont know, it may some colour or colourful heart, it may a rare smile that nobody's property except mine, it may a presence of graceful sense or it may something I too unaware... Whatever it may be - where the mind is full of joy, then whatever name you can give it - it is always the same.

Clouds

The clouds of yesterday are still there, the sorrows of mind are still there, - fostering them with a heavy heart with a faint belief that the proverb may come true: time is the healer!

Where The Mind Is Without Joy

Where the mind is without joy- where the joy is hard to grab- where the grab is out of reach- then how can one be in search of joy! Where the surroundings are full of envoy- full of sorrows & agonies- where the sorrows are unbearable - and agonies untamed- then how can one be in search of happiness!

Smile

In the rainy morning, going to the station, with an umbrella with a little hope to see her at the station and she is there with a smile assemble of four eyes.

Twilight Of A Cloudy Day

Twilight of a cloudy day comes with a maroon message of saddest thoughts, twilight of a cloudy day comes with a dim light that is not so dreamy, but it often reflects the resemblance of a thousand years old misty dusk when someone have had to keep promises, when someone have had to meet someone witha little romance and delight - but the promises remain unkept... but the meeting remains withheld.

Waiting For The Train

I was standing on the road waiting for the train and it was raining and I was waiting for the train
waiting that she come and expectations were so high that I couldn't resist myself to wait for the train in which she use to come. But when the train arrived and the last passenger left the station and the train was departed for the next station, my heart was broken with utter despair to discover that she did not come...