You, Me and Our Colours! ( You and Me Part 6)

The white of your purity,

the red of our romance,

the blue of the moonlight,

and black of the followed night.

Me, the blank canvas, and you, my brush,

adding colours to my life without any rush!

The Green to let things go easily,

the phony yellow for our fresh pages,

the pink that makes us best,

the golden of rejoice and then rest.

Me, the rainbow, and You, my sky,

with the droplets of love, never we turn dry!

Emotions ..

".. shy they are,

when held in closed eyes,

when words can be touched,

and warmth of breaths felt,

so one can say,

they never lie,

but emotions do lie.."

"..frozen they become,

to cheat the toil,

of accepting they care,

to calm the turmoil,

of suspension of lies,

so you can say,

they are dry,

but emotions never turn dry.."

"..and when aged,

they are kept sealed,

still they are getting stolen,

through open eyes,

no one can say,

they never cry,

but emotions do cry.."

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Love holds the beauty,

and beauty creates poetry,

he thought,

and as it no longer exists within,

how can he embrace his words.

Moving beyond this world,

creates poetry,

He thought,

and then that night,

he crumbled when wine couldn't help.

On the urge to bring one out,

he detached and torn,

those virgin pages,

and the dried ink of his pen,

scribbled to play with his mind.

He sang it to the world,

and played it on his guitar,

he touched the moving words,

felt love over his scars,

and then he opened his eyes.

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2011: Your pieces, my words.

If I say you were just another year,

I know you will feel bad,

and probably I haven't turned that bad,

to draft your adieu sad.

Of all emotions we shared,

I remember a few that dared,

to challenge the resistance to change,

to face my own thinking range.

Professionalism I was taught,

In diplomats I was caught,

Of emotions, I felt a drought,

To overcome it, I drank a lot.

You gave me job: one, two and three,

you made two love birds set free,

you witnessed me leaving my city to start a new,

finally you brought in amazing people, and not just few.

You enlightened me with not just words,

You gave my life The best foreword.

I lived a decade in a single year,

jotting my life with joys and tears.

"When the End is Inevitable, Celebrate it."

Wishing you and your family a great New year Eve, and the days ahead. J

THE PITCH(ERR) OF LIFE

It's not just the Hanging garden, but a hanging land,
over the threaten sea, under a wet band,
No one knows where it will lead,
even no one knows what it will feed.

Victims, gossips, fears and scars,
devoid of emotion, truths or dares,
noises behind, loud and discrete,
Holding hand, to help or then cheat.

The flower they planted are all so dead,
as the water entered the wrong bed,
whom to be blamed for this unfruitful soil,
May it be ruined, but I can't forget the toil.

To restart all over again is no good strategy,
As all we know, it will end up with another elegy,
from the one who wrote about the pitch of life,
but audience cares of no land, but strives.

Book another land, and be another man,
immoral it sound, but nothing is banned,
of no choices, one has to choose one,
demise they call when you opt none.

The face and the base, all for chase,
the puppets so welcome the misty race,
where droplets, smoke, fines are all around,
High bass and heartbeats are the only sounds.

Takers to makers, all gathers around,
Lovers and love bites, lost and found,
Glories with glare, and glare of glories,
Inevitable and unfortunate, yet twin theories.

To apprehend the true meaning is by no strategy,
As all we know, it will end up with another elegy,
from the one who wrote about the pitch of life,
but audience cares of no land, but strives.

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To err is human talks of wasted strategies,
As all you know, it sounds like another elegy,
but who wrote about the pitch of life,
is sitting along to audience to enjoy each strive.

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Bachpane ki aad mein ..

CCD, Pizza Hut k laayak toh hai hi hum,

par harkote mein aaj mein aakhri tokde ko ladte hai ..

Kitna bhi gannd dekh le raaton mein,

phir bhi Tom n Jerry pe marte hai ..

Gone with the Wind toh apne mein hai hi khaas,

phir bhi Tintin and Asterisk ko padhte hai ..

Bachpan toh gaya,

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par bachpane ki aad mein,

abb badhappan se guftgu karte hai ..