deep on the pages of book of my life
happiness, sadness, and a little jibe
few pages back to this refrain start
can you see that jubilient spark
yes the very day I prayed
and the shape of love you sprayed
O dear! on the pages of book of my life
happiness, sadness, and a little jibe

sitting in that aroma store
witing for something that had never happened before
you entered with a beaming smile
there was some change in your profile
tell me if all this was true
was it just between me and you?
O yes! on the pages of book of my life
happiness, sadness, and a little jibe

It was just another day
though many people passed my way
we walked together that lonely land
me, soothing beneath your loving hand
memories, did you happen to see
you realised, how happy you made me
come on, on the pages of book of my life
happiness, saddness, and a little jibe

I had lost myself in that rainy weather
flying high were my spirits like feather
in the arms of the prince of my dreams
your love for me was radiant beam
the silver line at that cloudy shore
with them came my secret uproar
the cold breeze, some drops a few
like me over the leaves as dew
you had harboured your ship on my land
pious and pure were its sand
love on the pages of book of my life
happiness, happiness, happiness, what a drive

but unfurl the closed section in there
a gloomy, turbid shelf to share
my long knit dreams were broken this time
in silence, I screamed, I cried
shattered was my virtual pride
I returned, along an inherent tear
what more, nothing left to fear
I had lost myself at that place
what I was now, was just a trace
I could not cry, neither anymore scream
I was broken, shattered, lost again in that dream
tears on the pages of book of my life
sadness, sadness, sadness, no drive

pages turn along with breeze
again life started with whistle and cheese
burning upright, was the love flame
in my heart, glowed your name
I laughed, I enjoyed every day again
but somewhere your absence, a burning train
back to start on the pages of book of my life
happiness, sadness, and a little jibe

aloof, I cried another night of my life
these were marks of some irony knife
I screamed aloud, a shout this time
I had lived a life time, I died at nine
gray are now the pages of my life book
silent cry and howl, nothing left to hook
Life again had played another game
but still upright is the same faith flame
resting beside the my life book
happiness, sadness, and a little jibe

wait..

darkness of night isinit so dark
its deep bright if you see from my side
cuddling emotions bubble up at the same time
and glorifies it even further
Its not just about the silent night
Its about you and me in the aroma of fumes
fumes, of the passion I carry for you
and the one hidden somewhere deep in you
Gluttering images of the closeness of two of us
your silent touch around the corner of my curl
the silent response with an echo of joy
another feel of that insensible self
stronger it goes, weaker I feel about myself
and the twinkling sensation thats deep in your eyes
one that links you and me and the world around
but the world is out of sight at this point of time
night awaits you and the pleasure you lend to time.

trial

i stop at a point
n run my life so
a turn i take
remain happy n hav fun
just there...
i see a stone
i ignore and have more fun
a hard rock it forms
shatters me and breaks me
another turn and the stone is forgotten
a die-hard mark is left behind
i remain happy n hav fun
again the hard rock plays me round
and i feel so powerless then
i try time n again..

Look..

Look....

Encircles me the hatred,
encircles me the love,
thy attitute takes me along.

envelopes me the distrust
envelopes me the faith
cant i just make one care

Im the one who lives
Im the one who is killed
thy silent pleas go unheard

i long to be part f u
i wish to be just u
my wish dies...n...thy i look...

journey through the nights with moon II

sitting by his side, with no words framing to come out, in silence which said more than words can ever comprehend. i was not looking at him, instead had fixed my gaze on a star nearby. A tear rolling down my already wet cheek. i wanted to ask him why he did this to me? why did he leave me when i needed him? why did he leave me aloof, alone to just rot all by myself? why did he, after this long company, after so much of patience? if he had to do this, then why did he made me addict? above all, why did he let me see a part of his soul and show mine, why?why?why?
I wanted to ask all this and a lot more but everytime i tried speaking something nothing came out except my lip trembled and i could feel another tear rolling down. my eyes, contradicted my thoughts though, they were as blank as if nothingness had just grabbed them in a blanket except them being wet, nothing was saidby them. my head was jammed, it was full of rage and on the other hand it begged for the same old sympathy, so may be in confusion, my eyes wept of helplessness. i couldnot blame him, because he had been with me in times no body ever stayed to live with me, as a guardian, a friend, a parent, a lover, a teacher, student, preacher, everything and even sometimes been nothing, zeroif i wanted him to. so how can i blame hime now, can i?
my lower lip trembled again and this time something broke the silence. in my own war, i had not thought even for a single time, if i can still confide in him, if i can still let him taste my soul, hmm....
so what broke the silence, repeated itself, thats what i think..he said,"whats the matter?"
huh! whats the matter
had he lost his mind or was he trying to act smart and play safe?
what? i tried to repeat his words but yet again nothing except a tremble.
he repeated"whats the matter?"
and i perplexed and even more helpless, helpless beyond nothingness..with another tear rolling down this time i collected the courage and said slowly but firmly. "why did you leave?
did i ever leave you?", "did i leave you?"he asked
and the answer being clear but i wanted an answer for my question, not naother question in reply.
he said I love you, beyond you even yourself can realise but its you who has to face things all by yourself, i can be there but can never actually help. but, u and i are one now, you or me whats the difference.
you are a part of my soul and I, you, then from where does this question arise?I asked
I could sense that same sympathy again, in his eyes and I was all relieved this time.
BUt he didnt seem to have dropped the matter"look", he said."yours and mine souls are connected, but each and every individual has to face his difficulties himself to resolve them, one cannot dwell on anyother person's soul, neither you can borrow my strength nor my weakness, just a small support I can offer you. Its not that I don't like being there with you always or helping you out but this is your time to grow up into something, and at times learn to gather your own strength all by yourself to fight.
"oh moon! you'll always be mine"

journey through the nights with moon I

In this moonless night, when everyone's deep into their sleep, dreaming, I lay here alone, aloof, inside these walls of my mind. Tragedy being the absence of moon. It had been so that I had found a friend in moon but today even his presence was in question.
I always thought this pal of mine would never leave me, but today's that day. for over a month, I confided in him all my secrets, gave a part of my soul to it and tried absorbing a part of his. but today i feel that all this give and take business was adsorption. may be he never felt the same for me. i had cried in front of him for hours, and he was patient all this time, with that sympathising glow caring me all through and in all those times when i was happy and when i was dancing to the rhythm of my heart, he watched me through and through, seen me in all bad and good thingd i did but today when im looking for him with all my might, he , he isinit showing up. with the satisfaction of being cared and protect in his vicinity i had always regained my strength, my strength of character which had become a part of even his character but today when i need his character, his strength, his soul where is he?
where is he hiding?
has he left me, my company or rather should i say:even he has parted away from me?"
like everyone else, like every other person who had once made me sure of their presence, like every other soul, I had thought was mine but never belonged to me. what was he trying to do? is he ever going to realise, how broken, and shattered i'll be if he left me?
is he just like nay other soul?was i wrong even this time that his soul belonged to me and mine to his?
my soul today wants to feed on his soul but where is he?where is his soul?
Oh moon!when you shall be back again?