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My heart has a story to say,
The tears want to find a way,
The hands want to hold you for a while,
The face wants to have a simple smile,
The eyes ready with a request,
But all this looks like a tough quest……
I don’t know whether you want to hear,
The words left cramped in the fear,

The smiles, tears, feelings, words all locked inside,
So much to say and do...............

but all i can do is hide,

An unread Book .....................2

"An unread book in your book shelf……… a book which you bought few years back but didn’t read. Every time you clean or rearrange your book shelf, you
stumble on it, you look at it and even think that this book needs to be read, you remember how long you have had this book, you decide to read it and keep it out or may be on your table . It remains there but it’s never read coz although it appealed to you then or may be looked interesting, but you know it’s yours, so you can read it anytime.
You keep on looking for books which appear interesting to you or may be recommended by your friends. This continues for years, it remains unread. Then one day, one of your friends sees this book in your house and you give it her, she reads it and likes it a lot, she calls and tells you that she loved the book as its amazing…….. You suddenly want to read it ………..you ask from your friend about the book, but she forgets to return. You think about going back to the market and find that book again, but its no longer there………………
I am also like that unread book in your life……………………which you will never find time to read………………



Well the above para is on request from a dear friend who found the paragraph to be more appealing than the poem..........Thanks a lot madam for a fair feedback

An unread Book .....................

She stumbled on the old book by chance,
Don’t know what made her have a glance,
A glance through the pages and a few lines,
Along with it she took another book as it looked better and fine,

For years the old book only got a simple look,
But it still remained an unread book……….
Every year, she would read “ her kind of book”
Which belonged to a particular “look”

She often thought to read the old book some day,
But that never came her way,
Every time she cleaned the book shelf,
She would tell herself
That book is worth a read,
But it still remained a far away heed.

One day a friend saw the old book,
Borrowed or may be just took,
Liked and appreciated it to a great extent,
But never returned the book that was lent………..

May be she wanted to read it now,
But then may be didn’t know how,
Or it never occurred to her,
That she had that book ever………….

May be for her I was like that unread book

Far distant away from her thoughts and look……………
Untouched, unheard, Unknown ……..

I am my own paradox

I want to live evermore,
But accept death as the truth for sure,

Accept that happiness is a state of mind,
But still have money, career, love etc to find,


Knowledge which equips with sense,
But still never give up some innocence


A physical strength to bear any pain,
But eyes which can cry clouds of rain,

A mind which makes me so much able,
But a heart which makes me vulnerable,

A firm belief in the game of fate,
But somewhere don’t accept what destiny has to state,

A hope that keeps me sane,
But the endless wait drives me insane,

An age and maturity to make me mild,
But still I am stubborn like a child,

An urge to say it all and express,
But a restraint which forces to suppress,

A want that she loves me for some time,
But also accept that it’s not possible in this life time

A push to get away from her forever,
But somewhere wish this happens never,


There’s no beginning, there’ll be no end
I am my own worst enemy and best friend,

A simple inexplicable,
I am paradox fable

I dont remember her

I don’t need her anymore,
I don’t miss her like before,
I have removed every trace,
That will remind me of her face
I don’t remember her at all,
Even my tears don’t fall,
My dreams cease to have her,
I have forgotten her forever,
Just ………..
Find it difficult to forget,
The day, we first met.

Why is that people want me to win,
And if I loose it is treated as a sin,
Why I need to get that fame,
If I won’t, it will be a shame,

Yesterday I won and kept the promise,
Thought my sleep will be fine and nice,
But thoughts of winning kept knocking my mind,
Still a good sleep I could not find,

But today I lost a vital game,
Winner was no longer my cherished name,
Tonight I would sleep a loser,
A tired – fagged out loser,

A loss helped me find,
A sleep with a peace of mind…………..

They let me down -1

They could fall at any sight,
They would keep me awake all night,
They brought vulnerability to my existence,
They had no reason or sense,
They made me be called an “emotional fool”
They were responsible for me being a weak soul,

Then I threw them out of my life,

Their disappearance was like a gain,
Nothing mattered, not even pain,
For months and then years,
I was aloof from fears,
They were not there to scare
They were the drops of water called “tears”
Life without them was so full of excitement,
Nothing to emote and prevent,
No howls or whimpers to face,
Nothing to leave a watery trace,
There was no redness in the eye,
Finally I had forgotten to cry……….. ?

Sorry

Life with you was full of fun,
Whether it was in the moon or the sun,
With you, I had more ups than downs,
There were so many smiles and no frowns,

I wanted you to remain in my sight,
Be it the day or the night,
Then there was this fight
Where no one is wrong or right,
In a fit of anger, I ran across the road,
Without seeing the truck full of load.

I wake up in an unknown land,
I look around and can’t feel my hand,
I look for you by my side,
Then I guess that you have gone to hide,

I ask my friend where you are,
He remained silent and tend to ignore,
I could see a tear in his eye,
I guessed that, I was going to die,

I don’t know where is my grave,
But it’s your name I will always crave,
All I want to tell you is
That I always will love you,
But there is something which my mind will ever carry,
I am the one, who should have said,
I am sorry.

My Obituary

All the Facts and words in the obituary are purely mine and any living person going to be dead who copies them is liable to be prosecuted .......

God told me that I have my obituary to write,
Well being a poet, it should be a literary delight,
So with profound grief and some sorrow,
I am on my heavenly abode tomorrow,
I have just signed my not so great will,
I hope my family takes care of any pending bill,
I know some close ones will cry,
While others will give it a try,
Some will refer to me as a noble soul,
Or may be even call me an ----hole,
I was not famous or known for any big act,
I had a simple life for a matter of fact,
When I was born I didn’t play any part,
And neither will I when I depart,
I will never know who came for my funeral,
I am thankful to all who came here to the cremation place,
Also I am sorry as I will not there when they are set ablaze,

So as I write my final good bye line,
I think i will die pretty fine……………………….

Waiting

I waited for u by the sea
But u didn’t come,
I waited for u in the sun,
But u didn’t come,
Whatever be the reasons,
I waited in all the seasons,
Summers left me parched and dry,
Still waiting for u I didn’t cry,
All through the times of rain,
I was all alone in my pain,
Then came the beauty of spring,
I still held the friendship string,
The winter is here with a cold night,
I left the door open to catch your sight,
I lived for so long to see you,
Due to the promise made by you,
Now my life is coming to an end,
I waited as long as I could my friend,
I knew when you promised, u had lied,
Because if I believed you, out of joy I would have died,
I also broke my promise that I will not cry,
I am leaving this world with a wet eye…………….

Let me learn..................

Let me learn not have a smile,
Let me wait for you for a while,

Let my eyes learn to spill some tears,
Let my mind wander with fears,

Let me learn to fall on my face,
Let my heart have a sluggish pace,

Let me learn to miss you more,
May be more than before

But I know whatever I try to learn,
You is what I will always yearn,

So let me learn to die,
Before you say the final good bye.