Driving On a Highway

Driving on a highway
On a valentine’s day
Watching cloud and sun’s play
Flashes back those sweet days

Unaware of future
All appeared clean and clear.
Till heart was broken by dear
And what's left were tears

Driving on a highway
On a valentine’s day
Watching cloud and sun’s play
Flashes back those sweet days

Promises were sworn
To live for each other
Words were proudly given
For being there forever

Driving on a highway
On a valentine’s day
Watching cloud and sun’s play
Flashes back those sweet days

Sudden storm stroke in
Vows went thin
Shattered were all dreams
Sulking inside silent scream

Driving on a highway
On a valentine’s day
Watching cloud and sun’s play
Flashes back those sweet days

Days passed liked years
Seasons flew in strain
Dried before blooming, the flowers
Everything was down the drain

Driving on a highway
On a valentine’s day
Watching cloud and sun’s play
Flashes back those sweet days


Life was lonely again
Mixings tears in rain
Hiding ones pain
Leaving grief stains

Driving on a highway
On a valentine’s day
Watching cloud and sun’s play
Flashes back those sweet days

Back was on highway
Winding the roads of life
Passing the world away
Will go on till last ride

Money Gets Honey

It’s the money
That buys you a honey
Makes one rich from pauper
That’s when live rocks and not suffer

Gonna go for money
Least all care for honey
Dollars is, for what one strive
As wealth is love and life.

It’s the money
That buys a honey
Makes one rich from pauper
That’s when live rocks and not suffer

You see your chick with other guy
That’s when u think, money can buy.
You become sad and are devastated
Only money, can get u another date.

It’s the money
That buys a honey
Makes one rich from pauper
That’s when live rocks and not suffer

Killing the human inside you
Gets in the pride an attitude
Smoldering the love
You catch another dove.

It’s the money
That buys a honey
Makes one rich from pauper
That’s when life rocks and not suffers

Essential is money and wealth,
Doesn’t matters, either earn or stealth
Life becomes plush
Down under ethics are flushed.

It’s the money
That buys a honey
Makes one rich from pauper
That’s when life rocks and not suffers

Letter for Sister

The words are falling short
Thoughts have taken a stop
Eyes have moisten up
Memories have popped up

The vision have gone blurred
Eyes are filled with tears
Missing you dear sister
Wishing you were here

Wiping the saline water
Clearing the emotional clutter
Receiving your letter
Makes feel better

Though you are miles away
Mail is penned with warmth and care
Its learnt, need not to say
Everyday I thank to have a sis who is kind and rare

Memories

Memories

Life an enigma with a touch of memories,
a blend of happiness and misery,
in the heart with some untold stories.

As man ages, live to tell the tale
of his memories, live and pale,
awaiting to see the remains of fate.

Recalling escapade of young days,
the land he traveled and stayed
with beloved who in frail faded away.

As he grows old
life takes an unalike mode
his veins and blood goes cold.

Tranquilizing the man
Death lays its icy hands
like waves split the castles in sand.

Silently he lies in the coffin,
surrounded with family and friends
his memoirs is conversed in the end.

Once who cherished his stories,
happen to be a part of nearest memories
so is the good bad and sad fact of life story

Resolution

Resolutions


I never thought of any resolutions yet, though have some goals and aims. Generally people keep resolutions and comfortably they forget them in due course. I heard people telling about their New Year resolutions, and even I was thinking to keep one as well. Same it struck me in the eleventh hour when some minutes left for 2006 to move away.

10 th day of September Sunday evening, when a new season was a waiting to charm the city masses. The time when monsoon packs it bag of clouds to leave, and the sun awaits to give a warm welcome.

Similarly a group of writers awaiting to welcome. It was my first day of Writers Club, beginning with pleasant meet and friendly air. Initially I was a struggler, trying pen down creativity in the write ups. That’s when I thought that there is an enormous difference between daily spoken and written English and the way the author does. In two meets I experience the taste of chewy state of writing, but with in devoted manner my group helped me to cross the barriers called “words.”

Days flew by, months passed away; I started like a toddler with the club in the ocean of words, sentences and the language. Members were increasing and the club was on its way to the pinnacle of popularity. Every meeting was like a chocolate pie of English as a language and literature, which was softly and firmly being engraved on my mind and heart. In short span of time the stream which was flowing as Writer’s Club grew to a river and joining the sea of English dialect. From toddler to teen I grew with the club, going well on the waves of words and language and trying to surf on the highest wave. Writing had become a passion for me.

It was 31st day of December; the glittering evening of Churchgate Café Mocha was very lively. The place was filled in with aroma of Sheeshas of varied flavors. The place was crowded, but the there was a typical lounge mood. Comfortably park their self in Majlis (Arabian seating arrangement), enjoying the ambience. The place where every one was engrossed in the Sheesha or was drowned in the aromatic Kawahs and Coffees served. My quest for the resolution went on, and the time passed by, everyone were greeting each other and the crowd flowing in and out. I was enjoying the Sheesha; all of a sudden there was a commotion. Year 2006 had passed and 2007 entered or rather we entered it, people greeting each other and the placed was filled with joy and happiness around. At the stroke of 00:00 hrs the resolution suddenly struck me. I really thank 2007 gifting me a resolution. I am finally happy to hunt one resolution after a month long quest, as other have for the year 2007

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So what are you thinking at? Oh resolution!
If you don’t have one, join in the Writers Club, you never know, might you may be lucky to get a best one.

The Fact

The fact is true,
That I love you.
Hours are few,
And don’t wanna leave you.

The world may die,
Sun may hide
Days may not be bright,
I’ll be ever at your side.

The fact is true,
That I love you.
Hours are few,
And don’t wanna leave you.

You are the only one,
Very close to me.
Apart from you I know none
Coz you are my life n melody.

The fact is true,
That I love you.
Hours are few,
And don’t wanna leave you.

I may go far off,
But, I’ll never part.
Will keep loving you, none can stop
Silently we are in each other’s heart

The fact is true,
That I love you.
Hours are few,
And don’t wanna leave you.

You are my life,
The one, I wannna be with.
With death shall fight
To be with you happy and alive

I'll Move On

You left me all alone
Never tried to know
Whose fault it was
But made me a cause.

I’ll move on
With the flow of life
Might get roses or thorns
Will love you until breath goes off

Broke the words
That you gave me
Shattered my dream
And as a bird you flee

I’ll move on
With the flow of life
Might get roses or thorns
Will love you until breath goes off

When I stop on way at times
Loneliness is felt till miles
Left me alone and went far away
Memoirs of yours pricks me always

I’ll move on
With the flow of life
Might get roses or thorns
Will love you until breath goes off

Only a pain is left
All seems to be dead
Just have to trudge along my way
Till my soul leaves away