We All Live For The "One Day"

Sometimes i want to cry,
but tears don't fall from my eye,
doesn't matter how much i try,
they always leave my cheeks dry,
feelings are at peak high,
frustration,depression,aggression
is all i seek by.

I use to love my fate,
now i have started to hate,
but life gives all of us a bait,
waiting for a perfect exact date.

We all live for the "ONE DAY",
For the achievement that ll come your way,
for your mate to say what u want them to say
for your parents to be proud and lay
hands on you shoulder and say,
yes this is my child,
he personifies my pride.
we wish for that day,
we wish it ll come soon
we wish it ll be a boon.

Our madness, our rush inside,
keeps us moving against the tide,
we want it,we want it madly
we can't wait,we want it so badly.

But for some it never comes,
The day which was entitled to
make us happy and jump on our bums,
the moment we could hold onto,
the time to which we are not bound to,
the thing we can lay our hands onto.

the thing we had waited for so long,
which has entered our life's song.
the thing we are obsessed with,
the people we want to live with.

But our spirit never dies
because one day we know
it will come in our lives
we just need to worry how?

And if by chance that day comes
we enjoy,jump on our bums,
enjoying life as it comes
the feeling of goosebumps.

but soon we forget that came
and again start becoming insane,
Greediness insides us take its way
After That day we all again say

Sometimes i want to cry,
but tears don't fall from my eye,
doesn't matter how much I try,
they always leave my cheeks dry,
feelings are at peak high,
frustration,depression,aggression
is all i seek by.

Well this is how I think maximum of us live our lives ,we just have craze for something till we get it our achieve it and then enjoy that moment or time for just one day and then again start to live in the hope of Another One Day. if you think this is true please do comment on this post......thank you for reading this.

Love Story Of a Poet

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Chapter One-The Begining

Day One
It all started in a dusty morning,
the poet went to a park jogging,
it was hard to wake up early,
he never knew,he ll do this so dearly.

The time was of sun rise,
soon it was going to be wise,
is what he believed,
walking between the trees cleaved.

It was the fresh air,
he was feeling within,
he was feeling energized,
walking,glancing here and there.

he felt dust rising beneath,
as he slowly moved ahead,
amazing were the long breaths,
he realized its better to be here then bed.

the wind started blowing up,
trees started trembling,
he suddenly stopped,
he started mumbling.

deep sigh he took,
again moved his feet,
again started to look,
this time was birds fleet.

he saw little children playing,
reminded him his childhood days,
in mud he was always dirtying,
sticking to his body all type of clays.

old wise men were laughing,
some were reciting wise couplets,
some were getting romantic,
all at the age of sixty.

suddenly he realised,waking up,
he is not the only one jogging,
saw the crowd,brisking up,
heard different voices,all mending.

but he was all alone,
talking to himself,
started to drone,
remaining into himself.

The park was long enough,
he was tired,bored,
went back home to stuff
the belly which snore.

Day Two

This was the second day he came,
for him this was something insane,
nothing new was felt in the air,
surely this time, love was in the air.

Today new things to notice were few,
things about which he had no clue,
some new faces he saw,
some new relations he started to plough.

no one was just jogging,
some were talking,singing,
listening to various songs,
the reason for walking so long.

he had no reason ,except to walk,
to get fit and not to talk,
something magnificent he just saw,
she was tall and her hair so dark,
his attention diverted,as she walked,
got imbalanced but she walked,
he trembled,fell like a crock.

mud from all sides surrounded him,
girl's thought surrounded his head,
the white top,the pink skirt,
Oh! god there is so much dirt,
why the hell did i fell,
cursing the devils of the hell
at least i could see the face,
why it always happens in my case!!

Well the poet turned pale,
it might have been a fairy tale,
but he again had to fail,
went home leaving behind a trail.

Going back he looked at his feet,
bruummm!!!they collided in their first meet.
Ya the girl was damn B'ful,
poet was appearing a fool.

Said sorry and brisked up,
started to have hiccups.
but still he was happy as always,
this time he saw the "face".





Third Day
Clock said the time is six,
everything was at place fixed,
the girl was at his right,
poet's face was damn bright.

Emotions at that moment he could't hide,
that there were flowers blossoming inside,
by a glance of flower beside,
they were walking between the flowers on two side.

The moment of there first kiss,
was something more than a bliss.
the way she always smiles,
poet wished they walked for miles.

Something at that time was wrong,
well it had to be wrong,
nothing goes so fast! big! bang! and bong!
he was hearing his mother's voice for long,
"wake up!wake up!seven is the time
see how beautiful the sun shines".
well the sun was still rising,
and not rising from the east,
from the bed,poet was rising,
the dream was a delightful feast,
He waked up,realising the sun,
was rising from the east,
in dream it was so much fun,
reality is n't a feast,but a mere bun.

Sun shining sharply over the head,
tik tok tik the time went ahead,
the day had just started but was over for him
to his mom he said i wanna sleep make the light dim




Fourth Day
Half n hour early he went,
to see the girl of his dreams,
though he was sleep deprived,
in the park,his energy was revived.

He was walking,jogging,waiting,
he was in a lot of desperation,
to meet his hearts elation,
oh god!what an unreal adoration.

For quite long he had waited,
through the trees he waded,
music in his mind serenaded,
but the girl was no where ,
and suddenly;she was here,
he saw her totally unaware.

The moment they exchanged looks,
She gave him a mysterious look,
There were different voices,
there were different noises,
nothing was going into his head,
except the b'ful face,
except the blushing cheeks,
except the astonishing smile,
she was to become his life.

Girl didn't had the same feelings,
he was looking at the shining earings,
after a second she walked ahead,
he wanted the moment to freeze,
she was like,in heaven,a cold breeze
he saw the moon in sun seized.


After both crossed each other,
they went on further,
he started singing,
yes!this is just THE BEGINING


Well the next chapter named The Mysterious Girl which will continue from the fourth day only is coming soon and if u liked this one please do comment and write two lines that u liked the most please....

Jaisi Yaadein Waisi Kavita

Bhari Bhari si aankhen thi meri,
suni suni si hansi thi teri.

har pal main khene ko itna kuch tha,
alfazoo ki kami ka siyapa sang tha.

har nazare ko mann main bithana tha,
har jagah ko do baar dekhna kam tha.

chahte the ye waqt yahi ruk jaye abhi,
pichtra hua samay bahut tha hasin.

Is jagah se judeh the rishtey kahin,
bhule nahin bhulte kisse the kahin.

Waise din najane kahan guzar gaye,
haste haste kahin saal guzar gaye.

sochte the juda na honge kabhi,
mile hain bichadkar us jagah hum sabhi.

aane wale kal ki parvaah kahan thi,
wause beete hue kal ki bhi parvah kahan thi.

jo chaar diwari lagte the jail kabhi,
aaj laga basta hai swarg yahin.

ji karta hai aaj fir wahi uniform phenu..
bag uthaun, doston ko phone ghumaon,
aur bina kuch soche samjhe,
apne skul ki taraf bhaag jaun.

main jaanta hun aisa waqt dubara nahi aayega,
parantu uss waqt ke baare main soch kar,
in aankhon main ansoon zaroor aayega.

What can i say-It Was My First Time...

Our life is being represented on a time line,
On which there are marked our very first times.

I had a thirst to get first,
Never worked hard to get it printed on my score card,
This time to get first was destined,
was board class twelfth and i was determined.

It was my Birth day i failed,
due to which the party got delayed,
I was laughing because it was physics i flunk,
people thought at that time i was totally drunk.

The first time I m....bate,
seriously guys don't remember the exact date;
some say they did it o their b day,
I ask u guys do you remember that amazing day.

My mom says the first day in school,
I cried out a water of pool;
Nothing changed fourteen years after;
i left it , crying yet in laughter.

First day i came to kumaon
was terrified and deeply drowned;
by a roomie named alok,
who shouted abruptly beneath the cloak.

Few days back i wrote my first poem,
people were like "ahem ahem ahem" ;
Tushar was not that bright,
that he could actually write.

First time i drove a two wheeler ,
I jammed it into a office of property dealer;
the moment i was about to fell
My brother came shouting what the hell.

First time i drove a car ,
It was mruti 800 next to a sardar;
He had a habit of saying"go slow go slow",
honestly either his or mine head was about to blow.

Yet don't have my very first girl friend,
yet don't have my first kiss,
yet don't have my ..................,
don't ask about crush,i let it flush.

At night the sound of waves were loud and clear,
first time it was then i drank beer,
twelve people,on beach,with amazing sea,
the beer was actually disgracing me.

There are many things lefts unsaid,
there are many thing left undone,
I 'll definitely write ahead,
about the things i ll do ahead.

Now don't say the poem wasn't better that the first,
because it didn't had the charm of being first.

Arbit Feelings

I wasn't feeling right,
thought today i must write.
just to throw some light,
on the future which doesn't seems bright.

Without any aim,
not taking much pain.
nothing will i gain
will end in bane.

success felt good,
where i stood.
but had nothing to achieve,
which is hard to believe.

It was so much fun,
with no work done.
To finish we had to run,
before the last bell rung.

The scoldings i got,
i cherish them a lot.
As i was bold,
it doesn't matter how much you scold.

I miss the school,people trying to be cool;
who usually got cold,with all respect sold.
now people think they are cool,rest all are fool.
Oh! god i have to pray,to give them some matter specially grey.

I miss my friends,
the invented laughing trends.
everything ended with a 'lol',
just had to call.

everywhere there is abdominal lull,
with all peace in my skull.
I wish i get a new aim in my head,
or i'll continue to write ahead.