Friday, 16 March 2012

My Letter to Juliet

Dear Juliet,

When I arrived, I was bit terrified.

I came here in search of love and few golden jiffies.

I was raised, and grew up with lots of love and little rubrics.

Imagining my life without a fairy dream, would be so incomplete, may not define later any

I fell in love with one handsome lad. Truly, deeply, madly but bit overate.

Wasn’t so certain, what was wrong? Is it inside some love in him or love inside his hatred?   

The pain is so authentic, the sigh is so entice. I may not live long but this desire is everlasting.

 Tell me, what do I do? Should I carry on or decay myself all alone?

Is there a single ray of hope or I let myself go with prudent thoughts filled with agony and filled with moan.

Here my few words to you, in urge of some answer of my life.

Without your gleam, how would I find my way & how would I come to your lonest Paradise?

Wednesday, 25 January 2012


Few Things, I can never tell you and you can never understand.

Few things which can never change and can never get amend.

At times I think when would I stop chasing people, who run away from me?

Many times I seek, but it always stops & ends in me.

Who do I say? Who would listen?

You done at your part, but still something left, did I commit any sin?

People do bungles in their life, but they still remain same and they are still alive.

What’s wrong did I do, why .. why I am getting penalized?

They hate who commend some crime, some dire felony.

What was my fault …??

I was just in love & with some true feelings & some buried agony.

Aditi ....!!

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

I feel bad, I feel worst, I feel refused, I feel dead.
When I see you going far, when I see you behaving hard.
When I listen to those words, so real, so tough, so foul, so rough.
I feel disgust, I feel little dark, I feel mum, so much edgy, and so much discard.
When can I say something? My words useless, my presence worthless.
As I am no where stand, no significance and no existence.
Feel like a broken tree, a broken bloom, a broken woman and an unborn heart.
Am I supposed to bear that, do you really think that?
Should I still love you? Should I still think you?
What did you give me? What have you got?
What makes you so different? What you are?
I am pretty, I am beautiful. I am perfect, I am wonderful.
I am kind, I am real, I am human, and I am liberal.
You still think I am obsessed, you still think I am depressed.
You really don’t know the real mean of the love.
You never had it, you never got it and when I am here to tell you that
You going far, you behaving hard.
When I listen to those words, so real, so tough, so foul, so rough.
I feel bad, I feel worst, I feel refused, I feel dead.
My words useless, my presence worthless.
I am looking you from far, now I am completely dead, I am completely

Friday, 13 January 2012

At times it’s very difficult to scrutinize the situation which you in. If everything good happens you think it’s the end result of your efforts and so you made it and when it goes beyond your expectation or totally opposite then you induce to think that whatever happens, happens for good however it is just an excuse to satisfy yourself at the end because no one knows it was right or it was wrong and why the hell did it happen? Why can’t we know all the answers which we ask ourselves many times? Why can’t we be so strong to take the decisions related to our lives?  Why do we meet people if we are not bound to live our life with them forever? Life is not only all about getting lessons and improve yourself through your mistakes but it the name of Love & Happiness too. If I am ready to deal with the situation then who is stopping me? If I am here on this earth to get the joy of my life, then what’s wrong with it? Yes, I need to be strong enough but why did God make me & my heart like this where I know each & everything which is happening around me but still I feel myself helpless and disregarded.
Close your eyes and think about  your past.
What did we lose and what exactly we got.
We found enough of people and little gained.
Lost some relations, which can never back again.
We cherished many eves with our family & some chums.
Did days remain same or they got little firm?
Our old, smashed diary makes us smile & at times makes us laugh.
But the intense feeling comes and we think what we really have and for what we really fought
It comes to an end when we badly cry.
We slowly walk ahead, and then we actually realize.
Life is nothing but  you and your dignity
Your work & somewhere your own significant identity.
We fall sometimes, we fell many times.
 We cannot avoid bad things, we cannot be always right.
Trust  yourself and be little strong
Fight with situation but not to anyone
I lived with this fear and do not want for next coming year.
As if the darkness is the name of night then the Morning always brings light.
With this sweet message I admire my past and all of my cries
I am hugging and welcoming you, you my part now and you my new life.

Welcome 2012

Love & Happiness: WHEN TIME SLAPPED ME It was the great time, when she was...

Love & Happiness: Gone You 2011

It was the great time, when she was...
: WHEN TIME SLAPPED ME- It was the great time, when she was born. When a girl was too young and the princes of her home. She had been loved since ...
I see the dark Clouds, the blurred imagination
Is there any chance of my recreation?
When I could walk, I went for sleep
I want to stand but now I even can’t breath
I want to shatter this wall, I need salvation
Is there any chance of my recreation?
The ways were ruined, I found me dead
I fall many times, but eradicate that threat
I am waiting for that flash to get a clear vision
Is there any chance of my recreation?
I have that glow I know, I have that shine
I can even cross horizon and can reach the divine
I need some path to spoil abomination
Is there any chance of my recreation?

I saw you first when I was born,
You not my Dad, you not my Mom.
What relation you have with me?
I can’t explain, It will remain unwritten, unsolved.
You the one who hold me, you the one you raised me.
You made me swim with the speck of your cover,
You kept me like a princes and loved me more than my Ma, more than my Father.
Who are you, from where you came?
God sent you for me, tell me what do I call you, what’s your name?
For others you are a Teacher, a Sister or some other individuality,
I more than my Mother, you my friend, you my identity.
I am thankful to God, as I am privileged to get love of two Mothers in this one birth.
I wish when I would have my next origin, I will get you as my part, my soul in the same place, on the same earth.
I love you more than anyone in this world.
I need you always here, and I need you in each of my birth.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful angel
Was captivated by the earth, it’s beauty and it’s grill
She brawled with God, and induced alottt

God: You pretty, intense but you are so innocent.
How would you survive, why would I send you to crib & to cry?
How would you live and why do you want to die?
Angel: I wana be a Human; I wana be a girl, remove these wings, please send me on earth.

God: Dear, you do not know the real world”, you cannot live, you will be amazed, and you will be baffled. You will have to be tough, you will be so surprised.
You won’t be able to come back; you may lose your conceit & your precious pride.
Angel: I want to see the world, I will go, I will live, and I will grow, I will rise.
Let me go there I will prove that I deserve bliss & your b'ful delight.
So God took a promise from her, until she lives she has to prove humanity & has to be a doer.
And have to choose one man, has to be yawning in their love.
Should marry him and give this veracity to their kid.
If this gift won’t be exchanged, it will be her heaven’s complete exit.
Lastly, she came, she was born, she lived, and she got her Love

Now they are together, they love, they live, they struggle,
Have been proved an amazing & great true lovers.
They both are different, both are unlike.
But they in profound love, without one, one cannot survive.
Many times they have decided to get apart
But one compulsion always remains in this angel’s heart.
What would happen they get separated?
How can her integrity pass this fate?
She requests her love, Do not leave me baby, I need you always.
And bound to tell the truth to him, she loose her self-respect, many time her grace.
He does not understand, as he is a naive
But what she can do, as she has to live with slur and with futile disgrace.
She is mum, scared and in many ways helpless.
If he doesn't marry .. she is nothing, she is hopeless and completely useless.


It was the great time, when she was born.
When a girl was too young and the princes of her home.
She had been loved since she opened her eyes.
Since she came on earth from God’s beautiful paradise.
It was a beautiful home, with her Dad, with her Mom.
She had been beautifully raised, played, laughed & everything was so great.
Everything was new when she went & stepped out.
Was that the real world so rude & so loud?
It’s tough to believe if she is now the same?
Time is big power, it seems when it makes hard, your entire lane.
She had been betrayed, she had been stressed.
She had been exploited, she had been in crisis.
She had to be rough, as she is not anywhere.
She needs to be tough, she needs to be little wise.
She gained some pain, she got some lessons.
She got badly crashed, and can’t smile, for no reason.
People still ask me why you are like that. Why do you think everything is so dark?
I smile and say time slapped me badly
I am still alive but don’t look for my heart.

When there is no path, there is no way
When you lost and can’t find any roof to stay
When there is no single hope that can make you carefree and make you awake
When you stuck, jammed & utterly gone astray
When tears drop out from your eyes
When your eyes search for one good trust, when you lost all your respect, all your pride.
Then you actually sense why you on this earth and for what you breathing?
Why don’t you go away and why aren’t you screaming?
Who you gona trust, who gona listen to you?
Who you gona tell the truth, who gona believe on you?


This heart is like a bird, flies in the sky
To get some reality of dreams, in a hope to a fly
But dreams are dreams, never be mine
With open eyes I glimpse them as neither I am of them nor they are mine
Why did I love them, and why did I cry
I did hold them, they all had gone, they all said lie
I shouted and I screamed,
 It lost its identity and its mean, at last my heart died
 It asked me many questions, but I never replied
I never slept, I never fly, and I never see me
I left myself, left you and I left to see dreams