dreamy

these days its raining and i am sick and watching loads of ekta. is it a good thing or bad thing but I am just feeling fine. kind of found my routine back on track. business economy environment politics and a bit of emotion, perfect combination for this rainy season. so far I feel great. system under control.
but one thing I am loosing or opting out of my life, that is people I know. I kind of feeling that I dosent know anybody or am I just giving it a bit of space to grow. no gossip no pollution just calm and at peace and i am loving it.

Our part

The bygone days we cherish and relish
Fights for the unseen unknown till we perish.
All well written and said long before
We just be in there for the part to play.

Touch of youth

The touch of youth is soft and subtle
It’s also have the shade of impiety and rudeness
Both the tones show fear and apprehension
That makes the mistaken part on its own

Love of the mother and yearn for the lover
One set to grow in the arms of the beloved
Most of it are unseen and forgotten often
The transit through it is painful and dreaded

Looks at all the newly lit lamp and oil it
As though you are the one who is desperate
Many a look I had in all but you
Now I use all the might to adore you

The touch of youth had it all in its part
Without which we never share the good
All be in my state I shall declare
I see all of that will be there again

We know it all

A worthy while that was before us
The golden light of five yet to come
Time stood tall, hailed as we passed
Silent the flowers flared with sunlight.

Trusted and hoped, no sings of decay
Those charming moments that cherish
The sound of pantheon church bells
Made a note to pause and leap back.

Share the joy of love and odium
Long before shades of gray lost
Yellow and yellow blossoms on
The pure heart that grieves for more

Shallow the thoughts that cherished
With all those who grew up together
Not seen, touched and heard for long
The memories were to be put together.

Time

who has life peruse the past and future
strive for the fortunes of life so great
looks for the better half so better to be
all the shine be in his part not to part
wish and exert for all the he dreams
tries and tries with no fear of defeat
sees though the hour glass that pours
old he becomes the more he yearns
be the genius he becomes and matures
all the past he lost in the time lost
he who creates the one to follow him
of all the wealth he possess of gold
that time takes it all in its grasp.

stranger

The smile and warmth that spreads on you
The soft and tender hands that holds you
The way your needs are being fulfilled
The shoulder that you rests your head
The loving gestures you longed for
All well lived as you liked and wished
Now find it difficult to try and reach
All left , memories wet and smudged
I portrayed you as a familiar stranger
Life has gone too restive that I lost you.