Life after you

There is no smile left in me too,
There no love in life after you.
There is no faith or belief in few,
And one of them is my life after you.

Darkness is calling, Colours are gone,
Seems like there will be no more dawn.
Nothing seems happy, nothing seems nice,
All I remember is those words of lies.

Nothing lasts forever, nothing will do,
So did our love for me and you.

There is no smile left in me too,
There is no love in life after you.
There is no faith or belief in few,
And one of them is my life after you.

Hum sabhi me ek baccha hota hai

Hum sabhi me ek baccha hota hai,
Na jaane woh kahan sota hai?

Jaag uthta hai woh kabhi kabhi,
Rang uthe zubaan golo se jabhi,
Gol gappo ki ladai me hasta hai woh,
Aur holi ki un rango me basta hai woh.
Jo jalebi ki mithas se khush hota hai,
Hum sabhi me woh baccha hota hai.

Jhule par baith jo sab bhool jata hai,
Maa ki koke me jo chutki me so jata hai,
Aaj bhi doston se masti karta hai,
Aur usi dost ke mummy se darta hai. :P
Diwali ki roshni me jo magn hota hai
Hum sabhi me woh baccha hota hai.

I live for you

‎1 for your smile, when you are happy,
and when I am the reason for that,
1 for when you are beside me,
Arms in arms together we sat,

And each breath I take,
is a breath I take to live with you,
And every single heartbeat,
Makes me remember, how much I Love you.
I live for you.

I saw tears in a bird's eyes!

What are we doing to the world guys?
Today I saw tears in a bird's eyes!

The trees, the branches, where he builds his home,
Are taken away for our woodden stools and throne,
The food he needs, we won't let him eat,
With sprays and meds, we protect our wheat.
They only place he really felt safe, the air,
We took over that too, as we didn't care,
With no place to live, no where to go,
With to nothing eat, why ain't I surprised at his sorrow?

What are we doing to this world, my friend?
Are this bird's tears representing the end?

Unknown Destinatios.

Nothing on my mind,
I have no dreams,
Don't know what to do with my life.
No fixed roads,
And no destinations,
Don't know which path I need to drive.

I have no maps,
And no directions,
Don't even know if I should still try.
I may not have company,
no followers,
But I won't get weak, I won't cry.

I will keep on moving,
Keep myself occupied,
I will keep trying new roads,
Till I get a place I like.
In the unknown destinations,
Till I feel home has arrived.

I will keep on trying,
Till I find it,
The place of happiness that I seek,
And if I die,
not finding it,
I will be happy, I left no one to weep.

I will look back, remember,
My little splendid ride,
All the roads and places,
And new things I had tried,
At the unknown destinations,
And go away with pride.

Poetic Fables.

Grandpa And Tree:
A boy asked grandpa,
"Why do you sow?
You will be dead,
By the time it grows!"

The Grandpa said,
With smiling face,
"I know it grows,
with a slow pace.

But when it grows,
and get strong roots,
You, my grandson,
can eat its fruits."

The boy was happy,
Gave grandpa a hug,
and for the next tree,
together they dug.

The thirsty crow:
The sun was bright,
No water in sight,
There was a thirsty crow,
He searched a lot,
And found a pot,
But water in it was low.

He looked around,
Sky, trees and ground,
He came up with an idea new.
Drops stones and rock,
Water came to top,
He drank and he happily flew.

A friend in need?

Asked a man to a tree,
Will you help me?
I am in dire need,
Can you lend me some seed?
I would harvest them,
And wait for its stem,
And sell the fruit,
For some daily food.

Yes, said the tree,
I shall help thee,
You shall take my seed,
And satisfy your need,
But I want nothing,
Not right now,
When time arrives,
I will tell what and how.

Agreed the man,
And he took the seeds,
Because of the tree,
A happy life he leads.

Again came the man,
"Help me? You can?,
I need some clothes"
He comes and quotes.
The weather is cool,
I need some wool.
To stay warm and light,
In this winter night.

Yes, you may,
Take it all,
Save yourself,
This shivering fall.
But again I remind,
I am being kind,
I want nothing,
Not right now,
When time arrives,
I will tell what and how.

He came again and again,
Everytime with new pain.
Sometimes food,
Sometimes shelter,
Sometimes shadow and so on.

Everytime he came,
He got nothing to blame,
His every demand,
the tree would grant.

And one sad day,
In the month of may,
Came a back the man,
In a huge van.
He had tools with him
And he started to trim,
The tree was to die,
When it started to cry.
It shed a few drops,
Asked the man to stop.

He came back from the town
To chop the tree down,
He wanted wood for home,
As his children had grown.
The tree refused
To help anymore,
The man got angry,
He got sore.

He went ahead,
With anger – red,
He did not stop,
Again started to chop.

The tree then spoke,
To that greedy bloke,

Cut me down
Throw me away
Take my wood,
If you wish, you may.
But remember this,
Not long from now,
When you will need me,
You will reach me how?
I will be no more,
To help you out,
No more wool,
No more sprout.
No more wood,
No more bark,
No more shadows,
For children’s park.
He paid no heed,
And let the tree bleed.

A few years on,
After the tree was gone,
Summer temperatures rose,
And winters froze,
People need more care,
Breathing unfit air.
Water got scarce,
Ozone layer tears,
Animals died,
And the man cried.

The neighbouring tree then called the man,
Told him, its not over, he still can,
Turn around and see,
There are still some trees.
Please help us grow,
Just water and sow.