A poem of absurd

Bleeding,its ma heart
which always tends to say,
whether ma eyes ever lied to u
but never could i...

i was loyal
i was broken
i was humiliated
and of course i was confused
but i never back down

Bleeding,its ma heart
which always wanna say,
"tell the truth of yours
or its you who'll lose"

I lost and no one won
no tears no smile
just numbness all over
"You are nothing"
and no more life!!!

diwali...

one more diwali  eve
this year,the night with no fireworks
no gathering,no laughter
and no one along.
loved those nights with memories
where it blow like a blast
with all the dear ones near.
the nights:bright;colorful;noisy
it's still alive in a corner of the heart,
still  in the back of my eyes.
loved those moments!!
more loved was the 'halwas',
which we all used to share
and those gifts!
Then didn't bothered to see around,
the real beauty of the night.
only saw my happiness all there
but today it's not..
       It feels great to hear the blasting
       with closed eyes
       and screening many faces 
       some unknown
       who may have celebrating diwali
       from a far long.
       it's great to see them living
       it's great to hold up in the world
       it's great to have a family
       it's great to have someone near
They are adorable,
i'm saying you.
they are living
and it worth!!
It gives more pleasure
than the other diwalis.
feels something special
it's good to see people happy
maybe it's what 'celebrations' meant to.
Even it's different,
it makes much more special to me
with no fire-works no laughter
and all by myself here in this room.
    
 the joy,the pleasure,the warmth of happiness
 is not the trace of my own happiness this time
 today, it's through those one who is happy,
 which comes over the nostalgia for the past years..






 
    

I'M A DREAMER

 (to all those who couldn't say their love)

If i was an artist

you would be in my canvas.
with gentle moves of the brush
with lot colors.
and that would have said you,
what you mean to me.


If i was a poet
you would be in my ink.
with smooth flows through the words
with lot passion.
and that would have said you,
how much you mean to me.


If i was a speaker
you would be in my language
with the modest veracity
with lot expression.
that would have said you,
why you mean much to me.


But i'm just a dreamer
with no canvas,pen or language enough
to make you feel my love.
It never fails to say me
which it couldn't tell you...

I am smiling

'Years passes..people changes..but still the love remains'
 i wish if it was so
 but i know its not
 sometimes we miss ourselves somewhere...
 i wish our life is just like Keats' 'On a Grecian Urn'
 Which preserves the beauty..dat love...
 never changing
 i wish...
 but i know..it cant be...
 
 few seconds...my nights were spoiled
 yeah..love is for the whole life for me
 what happened..dont know ...for good or bad
 but i know
 i'm smiling!!