Will you be my Valentine?

So calm, So Innocent

So engrossed in her own world

With her own worries and own passion

I am blessed to see her smile

It’s rare to be bestowed

Anyone can forget the whole world when she is embraced

So fresh when she is in zeal

Loves to go to her comfort in her apathy

“I love you” is the sweetest phrase ever coined

Anyone likes to hear this just not today
But day after day – Everyday

I am waiting to hear this from her

To experience that selfless love

With so innocence she said "No" when I asked her -

“Will you be my Valentine?”

She had no reasons when asked her "Why" - but just a smile.
Don't know how should I take it, just to wait again -

For the day she will be My Valentine!

Flagstaff – The taste of Liberty!

                   

Every time the road leads to Flagstaff, My mind strolls up in the Heaven

All the flowers rejoice with trembling in my Garden

And this time was no exception

Every time in a new attire to embrace the natural beauty

Sometimes in a snow white, sometimes in a patchy snow

Sometimes attracts my butterfly, while sometimes makes my angel smile

Every time my comrade is just the cherry on the Sundae

Sometimes with a special feeling, Sometimes with a Heavenly one

Sometimes takes away my breath, while sometimes a sweet taste of liberty!

Lost in the wilderness…

When I am in Love, in Passion and In the deep desire to manifest the unmanifest

I feel the whole universe is with me to fight all the odds and evils…

But when my love, my passion and my desire goes away

I feel all alone helpless and suddenly fall down from Heaven to Hell

O Solitude! Where are you?

Don’t leave me in the wilderness of life

I want to seek a light I can follow

Show me the meaning of being lonely!

Both the worlds look so strange to me

Both are unknown and both are illusionary to me

Am I being slothful and running from the reality?

Or Am I being too selfish to seek reality?

Again I fall down with no answers

And seek comfort in whatever I do.

I am so amateur to cross the wilderness of life

I know not what I do

I know not what I do!

  

Butterfly @ Mendy’s Place

When I took my little angel to Mendy’s Place

Dressed her with smart shoes and tiny lace

To get some wellness and the holy grace

I went back my time when I saw the whole Theme

It was so real I painted in my dream

A butterfly on a flower enjoying in a gleam

Sucking the nectar and singing in a realm

I said – O Dear! So you are here

To heal my little angel in tear

Do you see me calling to lend me your ear?

Then why don’t you come and listen to me near?

Have you tried it yet?

This is not a Verse – Just a Contemplation!

Don’t get easily carried away without giving a thought
Else you will find yourself lost in a lot!

A thought can change the way you think

Even a slight impulse can change the very next blink

Observe your thought and you will find you in your making!

Everything is VOID in this world – both you and I!

REALITY is an illusion – A complex data structure with umpteen pointers

You can live with it, but you cannot leave without freeing it!

You can convert it to Void without intricacy! Have you tried it yet?

  

A Routine of Hopes...

Each day starts with a hope…

I go for work and my eyes naively searches for my refreshed hope!

My Happiness entangles me around when I see the state in green

For I know it will be a short moment today while she will be seen

I wrap up my right of way duties to talk to her in clean

But alas! My heart breaks every time she goes away from my screen!

Now this is the only way I can talk!

But I thank my almighty, coz at least this is the way I can talk!

My day ends with a new hope to see her again in green

For I know there is no other way I can change even if I am keen.

Coz this has become a practice in my daily routine -

I feel strange when I write these lines when I really mean!

Why are the good times always short lived?

"If I had all the time, I’d intend each moment with you…

If I had all the supremacy, I’d pause each moment in your tranquility!"

Neither will I have all the time nor all the supremacy

The flowers may fade and the butterfly may fly away

I am afraid – They may get lost in their own little world

-A world so called “The Reality”

I see from a distance, not very long ago

And wonder - Why are the good times short lived?

A mere presence and A fluttering sense

A sweet voice from a distance and A placid talk - was enough…

But now neither will I sense the passing wind

Nor will I hear any sweet voice

And again I wonder – Why are the good times always short lived?