Little kid, Little kid

Little kid little kid,

You bring me my smile.

I have been lost

And it's been a while,

But as the moon rises,

You bring me my smile.

Dark my days may have been,

And the sun's at a mile,

But as the flowers bloom,

You bring me my smile.

Little kid little kid,

Let me poke a nose,

And tweak the ears a bit,

Pull those cheeks out,

For when those are pinky,

You bring me my smile.

Little kid little kid,

Go out and play in the rain,

Sing me my song,

For its been a while.

For you bring me sunshine

You bring me my smile.

Little kid little kid,

Come dream with me a while

While the rain clouds go away,

You will always be my, smile.

एहसास

काश  आज साये को बोल देता

तू अक्स बन पीछा न कर

अन्जाने तो युहीं  में ,

तू भी अन्जान बन, अक्स न बन.

समझ मैं बहुत आता है ,

जो परे है उससे , तू वो वास्ता न बन,

छोड़ चार दिवारी , मस्त मौला बन.

ना बन पाये तू साकी, ना सही,

हर झूट का एहसास तो मत बन!

Silence of love

A silence of work
Where the grunts are all that be.
A silence of quiet,
Where the smiles of the sad lie.
A silence of stone
To take all the hurt in.
A silence of water
And in flow of life none be.
A silence of the stoic
Taller will the willows be.
A silence of work
To forget all that is.
A silence of words
For when truth may hurt.
A silence of pain
For then blame is gone.
A silence of love
To lease loved ones a life.

REstrained

Let there be a soft bed,
Where I can stare at the sky,
And forgo all who judge,
And fool all, who look in the eye.
Them that I care are strangers,
And strangers do still show care,
This be no place for a heart,
No place for thoughts laid bare.
Let there be a closed room,
Where none can meet my stare,
None to come, none to go,
None to lie about care.
Let my thoughts be a monologue,
And days diminish into nothing,
For stars are a haunt,
The dark is more soothing.
In desires awake and gone,
Of words spoken and feigned,
Truth is this heart stands alone,
Of labours lost and gained.
Let the paths be as dark,
For the darkness I am used,
Let none shine a light no more,
For I cannot stand another ruse.
An excuse has been always,
To think that there was better,
For once let it lie,
Let the silence be my fetter.

The demon and the dork

And a knife to drive into the dork.
By the time she's back
The dorks off.
Nothing the table lacks
The dinner be so waited
is far off unbaited.
So is the story of the demon and dork
An if she comes back
pitch your fork.
For the demon will be back,
And she may eat up the dork.

Windows

And a little boy dreams,
Afraid of the wide world without.
The little window is but so large.
Rough the others play,
With no quarter to give,
Memories do often fade,
But scant do they forgive!
Those little others,
Together they always have been!
The nature of the cruel, they have seen.
These little games they play,
The littlest feels not the need.
But for a little dust on his knees,
He would pay this price, even with his dreams.

That little window was never so large,
But for his friend within,
A friend he cannot lose,
The one he cannot hide within.

A beautiful day

A story I carry, of a singular day,

Of a plot less life, and a somber play;

A wooden visage, of lead and grey,

Of a molten hearth and oaken clay;

A tune to sing of a broken say,

Of the solitude of the sylvan may;

A night so long and twilight grey,

Of them gone, naught but dreams stay.

The roses wilt but a thorn will die,

Behold the day; your god's will lie.

On providence

Thoughts I have had, past and clear,
Blunders done ,scars I now bear,
Leaves have fallen, riding the fall,
Hating the dreams, heeding the call.
How I wish, you could see me now,
Walking the dreams, feeling the droll.
Someone wake me, please ask me now.
Procrastination,darkness was my call.
Listening to reason, failing to heed,
Blind to the signs, doubt to breed,
Searching, craving for what was mine,
Behind closed walls, the mist and wine.
How I wish,we were never apart,
Without the dark, love in the heart,
Oh I have but a life to remember,
A lonely grave and a life to depart.