Yeah !This is not you;
just a snap of yours,
but how do I believe?
My eyes are not worthy of either.

The ambiance looks refreshing
as if promising to live for ever;
the beautiful greenery, the old wooden bridge
and tbe still blue water.

Do you feel I have forgotten
to notice you among the beautiful nature?
Oh ! C’mmon ! I am just fearing
my attempts of multiple failures.

So mysteriously attractive is your demeanour
with the privileged black that you have chosen to wear.
Just one  look at your shining smile
and then I don’t agree to it anymore.

Everything around you
has become so graciously yours;
I just wish I were
on the other side of the picture.

I could smell the moisture;
that has descended along the breeze, cooler;

May be it’ll rain tonight;
my excitement getting intense and longings deeper.

The blush of the past, the calm of the present;
the dreams of future reappear.

The cloud is heavy and pregnant;
and it’ll give birth to me in rain tonight.

Have a great time this new YEAR !!!

 And, everything around me seemed to blur;
Spirits of a strange kind took me over.
 
So comforting it was, however;
seeing the world surrounding, slowly disappear.

Oh, my dance did go a bit haywire;
But when was my walk on the road ever proper!

Well, I remember I missed my grand dinner;
And whatever that filled my heart was as bitter as beer.

Yeah, I know I was drunk;
I gulped down too  much of beer;

But, I couldn’t be insane ever;
Only more real and more sober.

Three cheers to the bitter beer!!!

May be it was the same this morning
untill I was caught unaware by news and mourning.

But, I know I am still sleeping,
I don’t feel the pain, the suffering,

of my fellow men around, living,
and I admit I am shameless enough

to find that the news is shocking
while I keep smiling.

What’s still left in it that makes you shy
for what’s still left is finer and purer than the sky.

May be it’s the illusion that covers the eye
that sees the red blood running in the veins dead and dry.

May be still it’s not sure whether it’s a truth or lie
or the game between dreams and reality has resulted in a tie.

but, one day we have to see it in the eye
and with a smile bid good bye.

May be this has to be lived till we die;
sometimes we’ll laugh at this and sometimes cry.

but, the eyes does not remain dry
wheather we laugh heartly or cry.

Do not treasure the leaves that are dry
make a fire of them as the winter passes you by!!!

It never distinguished between men and women
neither between the colours of the skin,

the thin fabric welcomed the drops, pure and devoid of sin
and the drops once so sweet did become so saline.

They wash the stain as they roll down
like the tears when in pain.

Can we ever avoid the rain
for the destinies of ours, it reigns.

Sometimes it leaves us to shine
and sometimes to flow in the drain.

Still it’s better to get wet
then to be dry and sweat!!!

I can’t even hear you breathing
though, that you never wanted is a different thing.

or this is the helping hand that I never recongnized all along
and I’ll miss everything as you moved to a different world altogether without a warning.

may be you should have never wished for me even as a friend in passing
and sincere as always you were, but here I die to get rid of this passion

and you knew, what ever you said is what I sang
may be to relieve me of pain you have gone silent and never gonna come alive again.

My lips have run out of words and I am far from rhyming
but silently in this undying silence I find myself happily humming.