Mysterious Woman


She weaves magical tales

Of frustration and of praise

She kept playing this harp

Whenever I come to the warp

Silken thoughts and beautiful mind

All my life just felt her fine

To the surprise we dealt at mid

Dawn and dusk are where forbid

I often ask her why

Love and hatred come to her in a tie

As often I could see with my eyes

She was weaving more stories of pies

The words played around her like snow

White, big, pure and worship in a bestow

She calmly set her brown eyes

Out of windows, I can never deny

One glimpse is all that she need to wove life

Striking and charming silk laces to rife

She’s is a dream unseen and a voice unspoken

In the midst of storms a raft silently woken

Magical are her hands to what I could only see

She’s the ultimate story, a book if I get a chance to read

Dilemma of a dawn

This morning I woke up like

Past my life past my alike

I wondered for a moment to be sure

If it’s the same fall on last night lure

Surprising to see

I wasn’t where I was meant to be

Over blue and beyond stack

Green on the right, white on the rack

The colors that cherry-pick bewitched to plea

Or was it the yesterday in a similar dream

Just like a day on the year cream

There I saw a window of sight

Cleared it with my hand of flight

Arbitrary answers and questions to seal

Still wasn’t there I was meant to deal

I try to seek it, for once came out

Blue water yellow sand in a stout

The perspective was wider to see

I could feel much inside of me

The hand rose up to catch a pretty fin

My voice was raised to watch a poise sing

As destiny was purposed to be

A bit clear where It was meant to see

Finally I walked down the ice

I drowned, I left and I purposed it on a slice

And opened my eyes to thee

More alive of life was left in me

The candle which was carried away by wind

Counting on Years and years amass of sin

Was finally lit beneath the blue

To rose under spur and dew

No further did any problem I see

This was all I meant to be

Relationships are not healthy anymore


Once upon a time, there lived a king and queen. With a magical bliss a daughter was born. Laughter and joy was all around, the kingdom rejoiced and there was happiness all around.  Life was virtuous and they lived happily ever after. Sounds true? Well, not so anymore. Our relationships have got much more complicated then wishing to live like a king or a queen. For to be simply put our relations are not so healthy anymore.  One of the basic reasons of this would be unfaithfulness or dishonesty among us and just believing that a little fun won’t hurt.  Sometimes people would just cheat for the sake of pleasure or sometimes they are just not brave enough to tell the other person what their relationship lacks and when the cheating happens fairly near of in the future guilt stays. It stays like an unwanted guest in our home. You want to move him out but you can’t for the courtesy sake.  It does stays in your thoughts, even if you try to move out yourself. It’s actually easy to make or start relation but work it out is a demanding task. . Buying comes about one time; maintenance is set all through life.  Just like a new shiny toy for a kid. He gets all happy at first, use it for some time and when he sees another toy there is an absolute attraction for it. He is still is loyal to his old one, plays it for some time but the new one as his favourite and one day he replaces it all but with scars and marks of being used are left for his life. As so far relationships are concerned, everything is too many whiles treated the same.

Everyone should understand life is for having fun, living it at fullest and delight but also for making a difference. You can have fun in life but making fun of someone else life isn’t an icing on your cake.  Mind’s your own business and be brave to whatever you shall face. Rather than cheating work out your problems or just move on. Or in case you don’t like to consider these options just move around, have a place change, give yourself the time to find what you actually seek. Much time I think Relations are like pure gems in jewellery. Taking away can leave empty places to fill which could be fulfilled again but of it would require gems of same size and shape and trust me not everyone is lucky.

Life happens once and so does loyalty in a relation so why not treasure it while you still can. It’s too short to be mad at each other and move away. The beauty and reverence of relation are when they are together and not apart but only if you want to sustain it from eyes to heart and not as a deal of business with counting profits and losses every day.

Have a good day!

My Desires are to be BORN again

As often as I see

Or may intend to be

My view is at large

Open, out, loud and at par

Family isn’t just a name

Often much more than a game

Even if in don’t choose to be unchanged

My desires are to be born again

I am standing to close the restraint

The desires here trouble me insane

Not anymore it’s a part of inside

Deep shallow, run, quick hide

Whether its sin or to be rain

My desires are to be born again

Random and seldom thoughts of fight

Beaten, wrapped and moved in something of sights

Will the wounds be healed again?

I don’t know for slightest of assurance

Or if I may get the chance

For mind for soul or for pain

My desires are to be born again

When will the heavy sky lifts

Be the grey turned into pink or sky

If I could ever see the maker of these shifts

As I lie down on green grass piques

As to see a person in mane

My desires are to be born again

I love the word us to we

More often than I and me

We try to trust each on other time

I don’t know what stops on nine

I am hurt so badly on gain

My desires are to be born again

Family isn’t just a life

It’s a timeline to never ending sight

One could enjoy a total bliss

As silly or crazy as a sweet kiss

But often as I try to start

Something picks on great brain tart

I may not trust you the same

My desires are to be born again

The Delicate life of Miss, Mr and Mrs

One day as I could see far three persons sat on my radar. One was a Miss as I can easily understand, She was young and she was mad, Half-crazy pretty other half sad. Who I think may ponder often too, is she single too easy to stand? Troubled with her red scarf around the neck, Too windy to go around as pink as peck. She stumbled often as walking down the lane. But all was pretty from toe to the mane. As anyone could see all the way, it was a delicate life of a miss to say.

As I could further perceive, another story folded at spree. The next person I spotted was a Mr who was as shallow as hole in the cluster. He wore a black suit with a purple tie; I wonder it’s just the colour or more than the mystics of the lie. He took some penny out of his pocket and wondered for a while.  His hands checked his pennies to take a good bye as well as getting some smoke in air half grey half dye. As the smoke rose in the air and so he did ply, walking down the same lane as did our miss passed by.

Life’s strange as it happens to be, Much stranger when we take a turn to see, how stupid and crazy we was and would be. The two people sat on the bench taking a view of the far far away woods and the dawn at the sea. By way of it comes about to see, people doing talks even if they don’t meant to be. So as the conversation kicked up here too. One happens to be enthusiastic about the single life of the other whereas she wished for her sorry to be once days to come in scene. Silly is it why don’t we try to take lessons from someone else mistakes done, may be they try to play the wheel of fortune while they are on the same run. Anyway so here we are back while they try their luck in each other delicate life, here comes the Mrs in between taking the break she’s always been keen.

So this is how the third person is here, a woman in her forties, half full half empty, looking confused about life, finding a way to get sweetness and beyond. Her rosy skin has little light lines of worrying about a man, her family and a future to be fine. She took a snap out and gazed at it constantly. As her feet stumbled she had a halt to her uninterrupted break of a long walk. Since morning she had a thought what is she missing and what is over at the top. She saw the Miss and the Mr talking a stroll at their life. She got some answers what it kept her wondering by. There came a greeting of a hello and a Hi. While our Mr and Miss got some issues sorted fine, the Mrs came prepared with a family tie. They all sat down to revive each other roles; everyone agreed individualism and commitment run from pole to pole. If one has to survive as good as it glee there has to be lot of love, sweetness, time and righteousness at knee. So as they could talk to each other for the forever time they can recall. This is first, in a very fine period of time. They stood around, hugged themselves with love of the relations they can now evoke. As it was a family who was getting at the ease, the miss as the daughter, Mrs as the mother and Mr as role of the father with much please. The snap she stared now finally looked complete. They walked with each other per answers in the mind, fully satisfied without hands searching each other empty pockets with or without knife. After all it’s a matter of love and delicate life of Miss, Mr and Mrs