Will You Forgive me…..?

I never spoke that i love you,
But i never said that i don’t.
I never said that I'll always walk with you,
But that doesn't mean that i won’t.

I never said that you’re a part of life,
But that doesn't mean that i don’t care.
I didn't told that how much i need you,
I never told ; just because i am not so dare.

U always said that ,
We can know what’s going in our head,
Then why don’t you see that;
I am alone, is your telepathy dead ?

U always understood what i said,
But you never tried to know how i felt,
U always supported what i said,
Then when will this ice melt ?

I know that i asked you,
To leave me alone,
But trust me, when u flew,
Since then i am feeling very lone.

Can’t we erase these past days,
Can’t we have a new beginning,
punish me for things i said,
but please forgive me.

STORY OF THE MOON AND STAR…

They talk of moon and star,
We admire them, since they arose,
Stories tells us, how close they are,
But in fact they aren't so close.

Tragedy is; that they are so far,
But still we see them near,
They too know how distant they are,
Losing each other might be their fear.

But it’s been ages,
And they’re still there in sky,
They suffered every upsets and phases,
And still they never sigh.

Doesn't matter that we don’t talk,
Doesn’t matter that we don’t meet,
All that matters is that when u walk,
I hope,u always get an awesome street.

In life i still wish u to excel,
I still pray for you,
I miss the times when you used to yell,
But still i want to see you phew.

Maybe just like moon and star,
We’ll have to wait for millions of year,
We might have to live so far,
But still you’ll be always near.

Is it over….???

All those dreams and all that trust,
All those promises and all that faith,
All those moments and all that love,
All those memories and all that time,
All those gossips and all that chats,
All those waiting and all that excuses,
All those fights and all that jokes,
All those cries and all that sharing,

It seems ; we lost those people who we used to be.
It seems ; that era of telepathy is no more.
Just wanted to ask, can we revert back to who we were,
Or is it really Over….???

We will remain in heart.....

Months went by,

with days and hours.

We waited with a moist eye,

and a bunch of flowers.

We might not be together again,

We may not share our pains.

We will live in separate lane,

And memories will intrude our brains.

We'll remember sad phase and laugh on it,

And we might want to start afresh.

We'll remember happy phase and cry over it,

And we might want to hit refresh.

We know it had been too late ,

We know this silence will prevail.

This might be written in our fate,

We have to be apart until we pale.

We know that, we were the same,

Don't know why it ended up like this.

We can never share the same frame,

Don't know why we lost our bliss.

I'll never be using the 'we' again,

I might not ever feel that great,

But u'll always flow in my vein,

And i'll keep looking for all your trait.

I started yet Again.....!!!

Past few days, i was feeling sad,
I was on a high time low,
For me life had gone bad,
And i believed everyone is a foe.


But i thought to wait for the snow,
I thought i must wait for the rains,
I wanted myself to glow,
I wished to get relieve from all pains.


I waited for a long,
Seasons moved one by one,
I acted as if i was still strong,
But i was losing hope on the run.


And then one fine day,
All the dreams were shattered,
Life had been bundled like hay,
And now i was highly flattered.


I moved towards the town,
I went straight into the fair,
I saw juggler, magician and clown,
There was so much fun in the air.


I then sat in a 'merry-go-round',
During the ride, life's meaning;
I had accidentally found,
Now the only task left was weaning.


Like that swing,
Life also has its ups and down,
One day we might be the king,
Then we might be dethrone form the crown.


I decided to live away the life again,
I decided to start from ashes,
I decided to forget all pain,
I decided to fix all the scratches.


The glow was back on the face,
The zeal was back in me,
I again started to race,
But still someday I’d cry in spree.

I ran faster....!!!

When i was born,
They said i learned to walk fast,
When i was little grown,
They said i understand things vast.


I grew more, and they said,
That they adore my speed,
My friends asked me 'am i alive or dead',
Or am i from some other breed.


I felt happy and proud,
I thought of running in life; even fast,
I felt like i was on seventh cloud,
I wanted to touch that gleam at last.


I ran faster and faster,
Believing that world will follow me after,
I wished to be the master,
But then i heard a faint laughter.


When i turned back,
The world was laughing at me,
They said that i missed the life's track,
And that now i am alone and free.


I sat down and looked both sides,
I had two options left with me,
Either to go with the tide,
Or to run faster; and flee.


One option had my loved and dear ones,
Another option could have anything,
Ranging from pleasant moon to the rays of million suns.
I can be the god or might suffer from suffering.


I got up, gathered my strength,
I ran fastest, towards my life,
But till the time, i covered the length,
They all had left me in disguise.


I was broken, shattered into pieces,
They who once clapped for me,
Had now left me beyond the fences,
Who once ran fastest; was now left with broken knee.

Broken Star...

There was a star in life
agreed, it was much loved
when it sank, it did sink.
Look at the sky’s vastness,
so many stars have broken away
so many loved ones it has lost
the lost ones, were they ever found?
But tell me, for the broken stars
does the sky ever grieve?
That which is past, is gone.

There was a flower in life
which, I doted everyday on
when it dried, it dried away.
Look at the garden’s breast,
dried, many of its saplings have
welted, many of its flowers have
that which welted, did it ever bloom?
But tell me, for dried flowers
does the garden create an uproar?
That which is past, is gone.

There was a cup of wine in life
which, you gave your heart and soul for
when it broke, it did break.
Look at the winehouse’s courtyard
shaken, where many cups are
fall, and merge with the ground
that which fall, do they ever rise?
But tell me, for broken cups
does the winehouse ever regret?
That which is past, is gone.

Soft mud, we are made of,
wine drops do tend to fall.
A short life, we have come with,
winecups do tend to break.
Yet, inside the winehouse
there is a winepot, there are winecups.
Those, struck by intoxication
do splurge away on the wine.
He’s a raw drinker,
whose affection escapes no cup,
one who has burnt from true wine
does he ever shout, or scream?
That which is past, is gone.

                     Courtesy : Harivansh rai bachhan.