Friday, September 16, 2011

Haiku- Let them not

Those who can't believe,
they will never understand
your exquisite worth.

Its better not to
explain your mastery which
"He" has gifted you.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

In the run of life

Life is running away,
like the water
held in my fist,
how can i stop by,
just to relax
by a smile or a weep,
when my dear destiny,
is pulling me towards it.

I can't even sweep, 
the tear drops on my cheek,
when God Himself 
is holding my hands,
in the run 
towards my dream.

Thursday, September 08, 2011

LOVE- The purest word.

Pouring out the words,
sprinkled deep inside my heart,
here i have come to affirm
LOVE, as a reverent art.

Love is like an orphan bird,
Until born in someone’s core,
and remains a trivial word,
until spirited by feelings that are pure.

Though love is a single term,
but its shadows are many,
which change their colorful colors,
from light black and dark white to,
heavenly blue and earthly green.

Love is the strongest thread,
that binds the two stranger hearts,
and it can be stretched
up to a different world,
no matter how far
the owners of those hearts are.

It starts when the universe decides
to bring a change in someone’s life,
and continues till the last birth,
where souls had memorized
their only mates of every lives.

love is the precious secret
buried deep beneath the silences,
with a fear of losing its worth,
if brought in front of the audiences.
Slowly, it raises and slowly it falls,
with a hope to get some
peace for the beating heart.

Love is crazy to love someone
never knowing the painful reward
of- broken heart and weeping soul.
Sincerely serving the “love” with elation,
it never expects any equal commitment
to be thrown in return.

Love is the purest word,
which should be used with
profuse adoration,
musing it as the bliss of Almighty,
it should not be played like a game
with derision.

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Haiku- Life

Life teaches, only
after you have committed
the perceived mistake.

Haiku- Simplicity

Simplicity is
at its best, when you are in
front of your own self.

Saturday, September 03, 2011

Haiku- Birds Of Your Memories

I tried to kill the
birds of your cold memories,
but remained crippled.

Memories that were
fetched, when time brought us closer,
we breathed same fragrances.

 As it was written,
the separation of hearts,
our life went apart.

But now, every time,
when i close my eyes to open
lonely crying heart,

birds of memories,
fly back just to console me,
with lovely big wings.

I tried to kill the
birds of your cold memories,
but remained crippled.

Friday, September 02, 2011

Haiku- Two Hearts

Two hearts, in their own
world, beating for each other,
with great reverence.