Friday, 23 August 2013

A Journey Together

A Journey Together

If a star is your desire
I would choose the farthest one
For holding your hand and
Having you so near
Till the time it takes us to reach there
Losing your sight,
That forever chasing of the light
Missing your coyly parting lips
And slipping off your entwined fingers
Never finding the warmth of your chest
That nightmare of yearning for your touch
For that moment of journey together,
Would no longer be my fear!

Wednesday, 7 August 2013


~ Taboo-Hater ~

If … love is a taboo,
Let’s do it … once more
You’re eccentric, I’m wacky —
Why not fall in love, again?
Rebellion if we’re,
Let’s break the sugary norms
River does have no course
Meandering on its own
Let their sweet values be the sand
Rubbing its tautness on the shore
For water fears none
Be it sand or stone …
Serene lone we’re … not just … alone
Thus, If you’re told to stay away
Then, let me enlighten your way
Deep, such deep, into my soul …
Being together, if, is our fate —
Let’s play it — not fair — but foul!

Saturday, 3 August 2013

Precious All :)

On August 2nd, my baby was asked by his teacher, to bring this friendship band to school, so that they can celebrate the day together, but what he actually did was a bit devilish. He came back home wearing a friendship band, which he’d snatch from a girl, while the one we bought for him to tie on his friend’s wrist, rested safely in his pencil box.
I’ve been reminiscing the way we used to have fun on this day, and to tell you the truth, it was a matter of honor to get the highest number of friendship band, the same way like it was to get the highest number of red roses on the Valentine’s day (let me share a little secret with you, I got none-the red rose, and always wished some curse to befall on the idiot boys of my class, for now when I collar-handled them, they gave the excuse of being afraid of me).
Anyway, coming back to this friendship day, being a pearl smith, I had and have a very few wonderful-lest(they gonna kill me) friends, so you know.
Now, when my baby celebrated friendship day in his school, I thought it to be very childish to wish any of my friends, and wouldn’t have, if those beautiful messages from my all-the-more-beautiful-hearted friends didn’t have blinked on my cell phone.
So, keeping aside my grown-up self, and making use of this gorgeous day, because no other day can serve the purpose more appropriately than this one, to acknowledge the treasured presence of you, my friends, I wish you a Happy Friendship day.
Thanking you, who have been with me ever since I carried Milton water bottle to school and ate from your lunch boxes (though you never wanted to share, cunning-miser-you), let me say it once more, that you’re loved, now and always. Also to those, whom I’ve newly acquired as friends on Facebook and Blogger, though we’ve never met but you’d help and guided me to develop as a writer, thanks to you all.
Happy Friendship day to all my subscribers, however less in number, you make me feel special, and to those beautiful souls who found my page, A Letter To You, worth liking, and my writings, worth reading.
Thank you all. You’re precious, and your presence in my life makes it even more beautiful. Happy Friendship Day!

PS- Grammar Nazis, Peace… please, disregard any grammatical error, if committed. It’s already 2:30 A.M, and I’m damn sleepy to type correctly, moreover edit. Focus on my intentions rather than on mistakes.
PPS- Thank you, again, for reading this long boring post. Hence, I say, You’re my friend :P
PPS- I’m sending this friendship band, all the way from my baby’s pencil box, which he salvaged somehow, for his play, to your busy walls…Baant lo aur khush ho jao :D

Thursday, 1 August 2013

Sad Songs

Sweetest songs
Sung by heavens
Are born to sad parents
Whom mirth has denounced
And are fostered by gloom
They nurture on their fear,
Drinking their warm tears
Stranger becomes the light
With hope and smile, in arms
Alas! But she fails to sear, and
Carrying away her children
She knocks on another door
And those dark closed songs
Flowing from the charming tongue
Of demons and beautiful angels
Lull your fleeting joy
To stir your deepest thought
And skim your darkest past
Brushing away the laded dust
They touch the soreness
Of your heart!