Wednesday, January 25, 2012

My Beautiful Dream....



He came into my life like a sun,

He wasn’t a bit serious, it was fun.

He had broad shoulders, and broad chest,

He was just amazing not like rest.


When he said "I love you", I felt so bliss,

His voice was so virile, like offering of a kiss.

I don’t know was he a dream or a truth,

But he was like a fountain of youth.


He was little weird, but who does care?

The kind of things he says, who else can dare?

I love his smile, his mesmerizing look,

After all he is, yes he is my duke.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Why m not special :(



Why doesn’t anyone love me truly?

Why there is no one to hold my hand?

Why there is no one,

Beside whom I would love to stand?

Why there is nobody who cares for me?

Why there is nobody who does prayers for me?

Why there is no one who can realize my innocence…

Why there is no one who wants my presence?

Why there is no body, and I’m all alone…

Why there is no body and I feel like a breathing stone.

Why there is no body in whose dream I can swim.

And who can say that I’m special for him.

मुझे कविता लिखना पसंद है… इन्हें कविता पढ़ना बिलकुल पसंद नहीं…. इसलिए अक्सर इनसे नाराज़ होकर इन्हीं की शिकायत… पन्नों में उतार देती हूँ… जान...