Precious All :)

On August 2^nd, 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

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!

One Last Wish, Unsaid

One Last Wish, Unsaid

Want to know how it feels?

Free me—for I can tell

Caressing my cold cheek, he said

You look pretty even when dead

My blue skin shivered

Under his warmth

I wished to have life in me

Only to embrace him, one last time

But it was too late—

They locked me up

In a glass coffin

Dragging my heart

To one dark grave,
And all I saw last—

Was his face!

Life

Life

Breathing fire

Feeding on cotton balls

Life is a pretty nubile

Held by dragon walls

Marrying her is the task

Make your skin crawl

To cross those walls

Hell is the forbearer

And is right here

Burning with ardor

Clothed in desires

Life is the bride

Waiting to be freed!

~ A little more … ~

~ A little more … ~

On my way to your heart

Daily, from my lonely home

I want to hold you close

To let my impatient lips

Kiss the innocence of your ears

And glide my whispers

Into your beautiful soul

To let you know —

When drooping and old

I will be your stick

On your evening walk

And a warm blanket

When it shall be cold

That hot cup of coffee

To your trembling lips

For, I will always hold you close

And say it again — and again — once again

That — I will love you my love

Till the end, and a little more …

I Want To Be Alive, Again

I Want To Be Alive, Again

A slice of myself, and

Two spoons of tranquility

To season the flavor

Of this nippy breeze

Serene evening tea

In the porch

Of my being

As the sun sets

In the far west

Muted horizon

Reminds me

Of my lost self

Sun has no hooks

Hence, it ebbs

Into the void

Giving way to

The moody moon—

Waxing and waning

At the wink of its will

As I choose to win

My gravity back

To stand silent-still

On the dried leaves

For rustle of these

Ruffle my sleep

And, coax me to Fathom

My dissolved-deep

A fearsome dive

Into the dreamy abyss

A sliver of dare

To propel my flare

Enticed

Enlivened

Enlightened

Incited whirlpool

I’m dying to suck in

Ablaze air, once again!

Mirrors Lie!

Mirrors Lie!

“Mirror O’ Mirror, let me be enslaved

O’ Beholder of beauty, make me as you do”

Why—why you need to—

Why you heed to a mocked voice?

Which your ears should never yield to

For it’s the mask you staring at

Don’t let the semblance deceit you

That shall beguile all your senses

Silken fables they are draped into

Manifesting those lying dreams

Camouflaged faces will appear true

Look in the light of flickering soul

Candor frescoed to wander through!

 

Ye’re My Flower

Ye’re My Flower

Come hither, O’ my love

Take me in thine embrace

For ye are,

My song of despair

Chime to my deaf ear

Forsaken is the fear

Of my lose and tear

I drink thy silence

In my cup of being

As my death breeds

Seed of loves’ soul

Deep into the grime

For ye shall blossom

On my gravestone!

Pillow-My Other Half

Pillow-My Other Half

Oh my precious slumber—where have you gone

Come by the side of my pillow, for now I’m alone

Nobody is lying near—to kiss my eyes close,

Caress my forehead, tweak my crinkling nose,

And tuck those loose brown locks behind my ear

To stare into my dozy eyes and glance at my fear

Fear in hazel night-eyes change into watery haze

Drops of water, illusion of deep drowning maze

Skimming my wet cheeks, as maze breaks loose

For soon are unfastened—those knotted noose

You would always slid your hand around my waist,

Skim my blushing cheeks, lying on your warm chest

Bygone are those nights, a dreamy dream evolves

Love is lost; touch shadows, and warmth dissolves

For honeyed cotton-eyed pillow is my only soul-mate

Icy-lone goodnight kiss sneak to nocturnal eyes, of late!

Without You...

~With you, I was

Serenely lost…

Without you, I’m

A cold ghost,

With stupefied mind,

Breathing mist

Through my hazed lips

Of fine times, and

Enslaved for life,

On the dark lanes

Of our deep past!~

This picture moved me to a great extent, prying open my heart with these words.