From the window elevated very high
 Above the world of the mortal
There lies the dynamic world of smoky cloud
Stratified dunes of fleecy cotton hanging all around

The sky above clear blue and bright
Dazzles the dune’s surfaces snowy white

It’s the attitude of the pole that glides high
It’s the iceberg in wind hurling wild

Here and there where surfaces are thin
Wade the hand through it and peep the world beneath
More transparent more clear
Than the world that thrive in the ocean deep

Venting sunrays brightens the moors,
glimmers the woods
And ignites the mountains peaks

The sparks through the ribbon of river
Joins the sporty sea,
which hauls in happiness
bounces the sunlight and
ask the cloud to catch

Up the sky is bright and blue
Mid hanging the haven of cloud huge

Churns the fantasy and fumes the passion out.

The heart gallops, glides, skid through the stratum
And pump the Paradise fluid
Bringing back the paralyzed soul to life


   

                         

    

 

 

                                   what's going on 

being captive of our fate 

we are compelled to creep

through the passage only left. 

but the means we are provided with,

tuned us to the frequency we oscillates. 

      for long,deeply you thought

      and precisely you outlined

      the conclusion you shared 

      brought me closer in your way.

guided by our learning and instinct,

i think we are maximizing our passion,

with least time wasting in showing our affection. 

      the action of ours might muddle us ,

      make us to ponder because 

      the fashion is rare and might 

      taste opportunistic in nature .

so sweet heart let us trust the sixth sense of ours. 

ours action is manifestation of the calculation

made by the subconscious minds of ours .

      neither interfering our independence ,

      nor expecting something great ,

      the  'going on'  might be seen as if,

      guided by lust and symbiotic in approach

but we know there is commitment ,

commitment of fighting tears and 

enhancing the cheers of soul ......  

                          prayer paid in endless rue 

every time in my prayer 

the only thing i asked 

the only thing i craved

is the sweetest and the cutest angel

in whose thought if drowned 

oh lord even you were denied  .

             my god being mortal am

             not able to to ignore who 

             are considerate  and  soft.

             being creator, how it is that

             my true prayer from every 

             parts of heart and soul  ,

             was not only neglected 

             but very contradictory 

             decision by you were taken.

you knew how enchanting 

how alofting, fascinating she was

she was the day dream 

she was the fantasy from where 

i gallop in the life you blessed .

she was the one whose presence 

was haven and hell was absence.

             despite you snatched and

             handed her to the hand 

             who can't even care  a 

             billionth as of me 

             i knew she wouldn't have been

             able to understand the feeling,

              the care the pinnacle of 

              eternal love endued in me .

              i knew she doesn't deserve me, my love

but by departing her from me 

you fostered endless hue and cry in me...... 

                   तुम 
क्यू लगते हो तुम इतने अच्छे
क्यू   हो  भाते हो तुम मन को इतने
धड़कन क्यों तेज हो जाती है इतनी
आती है जब भी याद तुम्हारी   !!
                क्यों मचल जाता हु   इतना
                हो जाता हु क्यू तरोताज़ा इतना
                मन में  जब  भी उभरती है
                खूबसूरत तस्बीर तुम्हारी
आते रहो तुम यु ही यादो   में
उभरते  रहो तुम यु ही मन में
ताकि मदहोश रहु मैं हमेशा
अपने ही धुन में !!

           infatuation OR nascent love

Oh teacher mine,understand  my gentle stare .

feel my beating heart which,

beats faster at your mere gaze .

i dreamt tonight about the angel you taught,

why was she not different than you ,

i don't understand .

           Oh teacher mine why do i find ,

            my angel watching me through yours eyes.

            why your giggling and twinkling teeth,

            induces day dream in stupid of mine .

i want to fly in the shadow of yours.

i want to swim in the ether of yours.

i want to bask in the light of yours .

i want your black gazelle's eye to watch me all along .

            Oh teacher mine, i wish you 

            to embrace me by your bosom.

            i want you to touch my lips by 

            red rosy tender lips of yours. 

            so that i close my eyes and 

            in thee i sense my angle you taught ....

        pledge  

even if i'll have to cross the 
ocean of seven deaths of mine.
ill come to thee my  love,
to steal a moment .
'the moment of love and laughter of your life' .
                    to condense the past the future to the present .
                    to merge the thoughts the feelings the sense & the soul.
                    a tick of life when you and only you are all around .
                    we clutch at the core, when you breath and i throb.
to make the moment eternal , love will pave its way,
no matters how much distant away,
in the dimension of time and space thy be may.
                    i'll come to thee my love
                    to steal the moment of your life
                    in order to amplify the moment of 
                    love and laughter of your life....      

                     your smile..

when ever you knock the

thought of mine,i get energized.

whenever i get glimpses of thine,

there's  simply no instrument,

to measure the ecstasy of mine.

the moment you notice,

it sublimes the coyish.

the type of charisma ,

the engaging persona,endue in thee.

believe it or not, pumps life,

in the duffers like me.

it makes the world colourfull,

the day becomes meaningful,

wings sprout in the tiny ,

caterpillar of mine.

throbbing heart  takes a 

long leap in sky.

how much precious are thee,

its beyond you to imagine.

ask the sparkling pearls,

the dazzling diamonds,

who are shy ,who are vexed , 

on being deprived.

it may fun you , it may fret you,

but hell becomes heaven ,

earth becomes living ,

life becomes worth living,

when ever i find you in vicinity .

the autumn the cuckoo,

which were in exile,

from the little garden of this life,

hasten to bloom flowers and 

compose music  all the time.

a mere glimpse of thine,

makes me cool makes me fine.

lord knows what miracles,

the smiling countenance of thine,

can foster in the drooping soul of mine.

when you smile you don't realize,

but its truth , its fact that

someone gets a shower of life...!!!