Wish On New Year

Voyage of this year'll mark an end point
With the late dark midnight twelve
Embracing gladly the New Year
With the visions of rising hopes
Giving variant scopes
In the slopes
Of these mortal lives
Making blunt resolutions tying with ropes
Keeping aside wasted slops
Wishing to get washed away 
with the approaching year, the New Year.

Beauty you are way to the Divine

Beauty you’re way to the Divine

Seen in his intoxicating eyes of wine

Curvy like the crescent line

I leave my inside warmth to shine

His fingers tender like an orchard vine

With the fathom of his Divine touch

He does make me refine

Allowing the beautiful beauty to grow fine

In whom the grace of God is spewing through

And from him, I do fail to confine

The beating beats of mine

In the morning of the frozen cold

Healing up my wounded heart

Hardening my eyes’ brine

Calming down my soul’s sad whine.

Beauty you’re way to the Divine

Which does whisper with gentle breeze

Instigating me to get goose bumps

And that does make me murmur ‘please’

Drying out my moistened lips

Demanding the warm breath of his to rip

Within the core of my blood veins

I realize being in safest height

For, his spirit guides my soul

In such kingdom of beauty

Where,  I’m complete by his grace.

Beauty of his is divine flame

Where I’ve no feel to shame

To get burn my name

For, its being the Nature’s sacred beauty

Endowed by Divine Being

And I often wonder-

Beauty you’re way to the Divine. 

His unreadable black eyes
Heavy with unseen pain tries
Never to get his smile dry
And to stay always bright
In his worldly freight.
O God! 
Never limit my friend's energy
And let him outshine
Without any crime
Flashing with every mischievous smile
It's my wish on his day
In this high night
Hearing the midnight bell.

Time ! The current of life
Can never be managed with bribe
Does locomote with all its attitudes
And sounds with gratitude

Enjoing one to ensue it
Awaiting for none a bit
Nothing but all materializes in time
For all being marionettes in the palms of time.

She had a little soul
In society had her role
But once dipped against her rule
Which she always mentioned as bull.

Many a times tried to take him out
But, within waited patiently about
A second seemed a summer drought
And her inner cried and did shout.

Each time decides she to forget
But fails like misfortune's target
Each time thinks she not to meet
But surrenders she to her soul's beat.

What makes her fall for so?
She could never make her know.

A Lost Girl

Getting like dragged by someone
Bare-footed she ventured onto a moonlit path
Leaving behind endless steps.
At a point, she recognized then
She'd already walked for miles
Where he held no space for her.
Struggled she to revert back
but, could never never
For, she had gone for miles.

Complain

Death ! Why do you late
And make me wait
What does make you so arrogant
To act the way you want
By choosing your time and day
Your touch touches many everyday
To all those who like you not.
Can't you come to those
Who want not their lives?
Now all do I think about, when
you'll make my eyes shut
Death ! not be arrogant
And hug the one
Who in return needs yours.