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दोस्ती

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Forgetting you – July 27, 2009

You say me to forget you,

But it’s an impossible activity for me

I say I cannot do so

As my life is in you

You are the morning dew for me

Whom I touch and feel …

…the freshness of the life

and your presence on my fingers

You are the sun over my head

I feel the brightness of you

I look at the dark image toughing my feet

And I feel you around me

You are the moon of my sky

I am not scared of darkness

But you make me realize that

The each day belongs to me

When I close my eyes

I feel you around me

That is why I cannot forget you

As my life is in you

There is no more of him!

They were of red, they were of yellow, and they were the color of my dresses,

Those were the days when gerbera became my favorite.

It’s been a year now and there’s no more of gerbera now.

Yes, there is no more of him now.

They were the sleepless nights, when music was connection of our souls,

Songs played for each other, and the smiles kept exchanging.

I find hard to remember the time now, when the smile for music was exchanged last.

I guess there is no more of music, no more of him now.

The wait by him at railway station for the arrival of my train,

The flask carrying the tea or the tea at stall is just memories now,

I wish I could stand waiting there till he comes, but I know he’s not going to appear,

It’s not that love, and it’s no more of him now.

The excuses to meet each and other and forget the whole world around,

The time to lie in arms of each other, are just a dream now.

Companies of others make him happier than being us alone.

Now, there are no more of us, and there is no more of him now.

Everything is a history, a memory and a dream for me now.

Everything seems disappearing, his love has become shadow now.

Now, there is no gerbera, no music, no morning sight of him,

Yes, it’s the sad story of him not being him anymore.

Haven’t I waited long for you!!!

It’s the season of spring, and like every year, I am waiting for you

Hoping that someday, you will return to the same place where we belong

The leaves around me are just passing away my shadow,

Saying that they haven’t seen you here since ages.

I search for you in eyes of everyone who passes me

I try to find your name in them, your soul in them

But they turn around me and say “he is gone”

I give a smile and say, “you will never understand” and walk away

The music of our love is in the air of all seasons

The clouds are playing the songs for you and me in rains.

I wish clouds can carry me wherever you are,

And let me see you for the last time before I die.

Exchange of Smiles

It’s been time, it’s been history, and it’s a long story of you and me

There have been smiles, there have been tears, but no matter what, our hearts were together.

Watching you from corner of my eyes, smiling at you when you blink your eye,

Listening to your breathe; feeling the warmth, I belonged to you every day and night.

Watching shiny stars and smiling moon together, till they start laughing along with us.

Feeling the freshness of the greens around us, driving on the roads, till there is no end.

Suddenly the world around me shattered; there is no more of you, your smile

I wait for the sun to rise to the fullest, so that there are no stars and no moon

I wait for my breathe to stop, so that I don’t feel you are no more

I know it’s a long sad story, but I know and have faith in our love

I know this story is not ended, as there are smiles yet to be exchanged back.

My life - colours of Gerbera

It started with the colour of friendship, it started with yellow,

It made me feel that he wanted this friendship forever,

Like warmth of his nature, and smile like sunshine, the yellow gerbera!!

It was the first drive of us together, a long drive,

Respect for me, appreciation for me, the gift for compassion,

Like his cheerful and playful smiles and laughs, the pink gerbera!!

It was the journey of life, the night of Love, the night of us.

The night of purity, the night of innocence, the night of silence,

Like the beautiful colour of life, the colour of our souls, the white gerbera!!

It was the time we forgot everyone around us,

His warm body lying over me, making me forget who I am,

Like the passionate, like the vitality of him, the orange gerbera

The peaceful music transited from friendship to love,

There was something more than what normal world is,

Like the precious soul, the perfect colour of his life, the red gerbera!!!

From Cocoon to Butterfly

I was born as an egg,

Life was protected and well cared.

Was immovable;

And was satisfied with whatever I had.

Days came and days went,

I turned into a cocoon.

Life was challenging,

I struggled and lived.

Now the day has come,

I am neither a hard shell nor a cocoon.

I’ve broken each and every barrier,

And as a butterfly I m ready to fly……………