Raise.

Taken at Shimla, Himachal Pradesh

Taught as we talked
Held the hand, as we walked
Told to dream as high,
Don’t fret in case you fell by.

For I shall be here, looking over
Will catch you, else see you fly and hover
The same words now took a turn,
Ask to mute, left to yearn.

Fly alone, caged the dreams,
No regret, no try to see,
The weeping kid who was made to believe,
Glorious tales of courageous men made to relive.

Unstoppable by any force on way,
Now battling with the same faith.
Told to dream as high, said
Looking at the same love now, in dread.

Mind the gap

Picture taken in Art Couture, Gurgaon.

Every tale been told many times
What different can I put in this rhyme
Craving and yearning for something more,
How to feed this relentless lure

Irreplaceable history to adore
Splendor at its best in every oeuvre
Works of legends to inspirit,
Succinctly murmuring me to quit

Then I look to people around,
All the same, yet different to sound
Classic inspiration in nature’s way,
Beauty of differences in similarities lay.

Mind the Gap

Dreamer’s Sojourn

Commences a salvation of brief
Romance of solace, fading grief
As the eyes doze off, a rove ascends
With no junctions to board, just transcend

Wandering into the dreams
A sailing boat in an ocean without cease
With limits like the sky
Boundless and unending up high

Painting the horizon up so close
Caressing the water, leaving the shore
The sun calls out like a lover upfront
Promising to meet again, on time assured

The shining stars arrive
Glittering and shimmering a tale of might
At distance so far away
Singing ballads of galaxies on the way

And as the promised beau arrives again
The stars bid the dreamer au revior
Rising on velvet cushion
A fáilte to another world, to say.

Magic

Myth of love

Meant to ease the pain
It always seems a way
To make every morning make sense
Endless attempts in vain

But why is it that agony ends up more
With added love in the core
Meant to ease the pain
Just enduring the suffering more.

Once again,
Meant to ease the pain
Looking for love we went
Bought down on knees, yet again.

So where does it end then
The search without gain
Pursuit of constancy, meant to ease the pain
Or a myth of love, again?

Mythical

Eloquence

Feeling it in the shining light
The borders of midnight
Magic is in all the hope
Striving to walk in broad daylight

The elated little kind
Running in circles, hand in hand aside
Walking in happy delight
The old lovers on the aisle

The enchanted ambitious eyes
Staying up all night
Forging a destiny of ambition
Penning down history, one of a kind

It’s all magic,
Driving hope, leading lives.

Magic

Enchanted.

‘Hold me close and hold me fast
This magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose.
When you press me to your heart
I’m in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak, angels sing from above
Everyday words seem to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be la vie en rose.’

Magic