Live, Love and Laugh

I look up at the sky As clouds change their mood Blue to grey, grey to black And, in no time, It bursts out with rain I race against the drop Out to an open, Before, it reaches the ground. As the first rain drop Falls on my face It tickles me hard, With feeling of chilliness And my soul spins in laughter Along with a new found song Which I sing out to the clouds It takes me away, Beyond, and above the worldly tussle The sky roars and reminds Me of my dreams, wishes and my loved ones. Threading water of thoughts Trickling through the heart All crystal clear As a free-flowing rain The enlightenment dwells And the vast sky changes its mood Back to blue, feeling of calmness.

Whirl winds, Blow the trumpet, Make the way, as, “Change is on its way”. It roars and howls, Not to go against the change As, it will still the pace of life, And the time lost, is intense. Go along with it, Strike it back with new dreams, New thoughts, and beliefs. You will run with swiftness, Never known and realized before. Yet, roaring of wind is never ending, It blows from nowhere, and anywhere. Holding on to nothing, Except the feeling of hope, To be able to live a life full of love, kindness, and feeling of empathy

Saw those Twinkling eyes,f ull of life, Tender and mystifying, As gentle as fresh, dew drops. They sparkle with an innocent smile, And its shine lit up my soul, Bright enough, To drown in its intense laughing gaze. It stills the time, and takes away fears, As our gaze dances in rhythm, To speak lost words, otherwise unknown.

I am a painting, Captured on a canvas, Caught in a still life, And Standing out bold, With feminine tones and shimmering. Surrounded with shadows, Or, in colors of life, Known, and mystifying. My price would be to know me, And the artist would have been you. As you, the artist only knows, Where to stroke the brush, Gently with love, And fill it with colors of my soul, With no superfluous strokes, To let me be free; And to make the painting complete.

As a child I thought I am rich As I have a money plant To pluck my money from For my Rita orange ice-cream Parle-G and Coffee Bite. Every morning with care I kept my plant under the sun, Gave water ,fertilizer and with all my love patted the leaves, And went to school. I learnt history and geography, And I taught my teacher About money plant, She looked at me, patted my cheeks And said it is so not true. Back to home after school, With no mind for homework and my afternoon nap and gave company to my plant, thinking it requires love and fondness. I looked closely at the leaves If it is bearing my money? Days passed by But my faith unshaken, Until one day my mom said your teacher has complained that you have not been doing homework. I told my mom I was busy My surprised mom asked me why and how? I told her about the money plant, and my belief Thereafter she took me on her lap And explained me the reality. Reality was so different from what I thought, But still my mind was not r...

Out of the blue, Playing on the radio, Familiar tune, And back in time, in seconds. Listened with eyes closed, Body singing along in passionate rhythm, And heard 'that' one song. That lost song, Stills the time, Reminds you of that one day, that one memory Sudden rush of feelings otherwise lost. And makes you re-live a moment. Heart feels new and beat refreshed with rhythm That lost song puts a smile on your face, Soul feels calm and, Gives the courage to move on with life.

Yeh mausam aur ye doori... Yeh doori aur yeh mausam... Uff! Doori ka ehsas ab sataane laga hai, tere sang, har beeti har ek lamha yaad ane laga hai! Dil ki tu hi hai ek tamanna, Tu aaye ya na aaye tera call ajaye. Jaise hi baje mere cell ki ring "chuma chuma de de!" Dhakano ka metre daudne laga hai, PT usha se bhi tez daudune laga hai! Agar network ki batti naa gul ho jati, Toh hoti khatti meethi baatein. Saari raat, poora din jagte , sote khate, peete, loo karte, snan karte. Aur bill aane ki parwah na karte, Jab tak credit card na ho jata fill, Ya connection na ho jata kill, Ya TV par naa aa rahi hoti Kill Bill! Agar tum hote pass aur na hoti doori, Toh karte hum talk when we walk, Na hota network problem, aur na ek kilometre lamba bill. Toh tumse karte talk on and on jab tak na hota sar dard, Pyar hai tumse itna ki sar dard se bhi ladh jaate, zhandu balm laga kar karte tum se khoob sari baatein. lekin ab na hoga humara jeena phone k...

Chasing behind, Inquisitive desires, To fulfill the heart wishes. But doubts run faster, With overwhelming questions. Viscous and never-ending, Thoughts are painted, On an empty canvas mind. Soul feels numb and twitchy, With bubbling colorful emotions. Some thoughts are clear, some are hidden. Some are smudged, and some unknown, Some needs time, and some have pasts time Some needy, and some free And the heart echoes, You wish, and you wonder When will the chase end? Free yourself from, Rope of uncertainties. And for once Loyally pursue your heart No matter what, And you will have canvas With just a right picture.

Life is a butterfly Seemingly delicate, Dazzling and colorful. Flying high and sailing, In the vicinity of red lilies, Moving swift and looking yonder. The true intensity of her power, Charms many, and kindles their spirit, Unknown to all, But, only one sweet special lily, Experiences her intense passion.