Friday, 12 April 2013

Who are friends !

Friend is a vrey precious word,
Don't wait it on anyone 
It has to someone,
Someone who understands you more than yourself,
Someone who can read ur mind even when you are in your shell..
The one who does not care where you belong ,
Wich cast culture or race you are from..
Not the one who looks at your pocket
Your expensive car, bags and gold locket..
Many come in our journey of life,
Who pretend to be on r side..
Laugh and party in good times
In bad times ,can't be seen anywhere in miles..
So many people will go to a club with you,
But will they visit you home when you have flue...
Real friend might not drink and party hard with you,
May not call you every day,
But in your heart you know he is just a call away..
Do not waist the term 'FRIEND' ,
On anyone you meet and just gel..
It takes time to become someone's friend,
To gain trust and become his strength..
Friendship is a costly term,
Spend it only on the one's who deserve..

Wednesday, 10 April 2013

Lonely in crowd




Lot of people around,
But still alone
So many conversations going on ,
But no one to have a word
Things flowing on a fast pace,
But still in my own space..
Words pouring in ears from all sides,
But not a single going in mind..
A cyclone going inside,
Stuffed,stunned and silent,
Trying to hide ,
but eyes don't allow..
Keep pouring and speaking louder then voice.
Wiping them before they catch peoples eyes,
Maintaining the silence
Pretending to be fine..



This is what I feel when there are hundreds of things going around me, so many problems, so many confusions that I go in a shell and just cannot express myself.People around me are there talking and just being normal, but for me no one exists . i am physically there , but mentally i am on a trip. Everything seems blued . Feeling as if a few hundred thousand of my brain cells have been killed, and I just cant react.
In this situation if anyone asks that" what happened " I know my tears will burst, so I try and isolate myself and talk my time to absorb everything.

This is what I do in such situation, do you people have any other way to escape such times..

Please suggest..!!

Sunday, 7 April 2013

Dil ka dard

Zindigi ke safar mai kuch aise log aate hai,
Jo humpar bhaut gheri chaap choor jate hai..
Hum chahe ya na chahe,
Mudkar dekhne par wo dard yaad aate hai..
Aaj bhi wo zakham nasoor bankar chubthe hai,
Aaj bhi aankho ke aansu nahi rukte hai..
Peecha he nahi choorti unke bewafi,
Jhute wade kasme  or fir tanhai..