Think of me as your soul

Every thing is round with ting of gold

Sparkling situation repeat it self for long

Make a wish luck is on your side

Close your eyes see a twinkling went by time

Makes you feel good with tint of smile

Absorb bit by bit in lagoon of wish

Now feel some tickle knocking on a lied

Face the reality nothing in for real

It's all about the sense to be there

Sense that to make you clear

That it's always been near

Stretch your arm to find you're dear

Yoo-hoo I am coming my dear

simply the best of time

we had in mood of crime

does this rhyme

if yes, you are mine

come on dear

still long way to glid

buk up dear

i am in quest of eternity

like romeo and juliet

move like wind

dance in sky

let me your wing

be ready to fly

Dew drop on a lips

Liking desire

In a top gear

Unfolding bodies

Shiny mirror

Perfumed flash

Toxicant eyes

Locked on dear

Burning feeling

In depth of fear

Lighting strikes

In touch of shear

Melting sensation

In coziness of spear

Caved booty

Striking the leisure

Luxury of loneliness

In time of meltdown

Ransacked attire

In tangle of wears

Engraved stage

In desert mirror

Changing sculpture

In search of excellence

Perfect timing

From tip to rear

Blossom face captured in my eyes groomed with n for love

Like part of lovely dream gloomy eyes

flying in a sky without wing

Marching ahead of the rest

Tranquilized in love for love

 shot of arrow tears heart and soul apart

Pouring love from the tip of spear filled in palm of dear

Here is that dear sitting in front of mirror holding palm in palm embracing each other like

perfect match of Jesus

Cherished in album of life time stilled in photo frame for rest of life

Now wind is brushing haze away to clear the pitcher

Come and look from the key hole it's for real that you n me are near to each other  

Fantasy became real rub your eyes wake up dear

See hand in hand 

Head resting side by side close to the ear

Dirty footsteps vanished in stormy night

Created on chest of cruel desert

Gone with the wind of change in a blink of eye

Emptiness of steps is filled with ever changing dust of time

The relentless time, the unforgiving time, the time

The moving maestro ..

Found you my life

In my courtyard you play with yourself .. Lost in yourself

Though passed through that known corner uncountable time .but not noticed you dear

Feeling of my ignorance haunts me like a nightmare

O my life ..Sorry for this n that

Never saw you sitting there I my courtyard in misery of unexplainable proportion

Battered, bruised and touchrad by million thought n perception in hope of self pity

Marks of tear flowing down your checks are very much engraved in your skin with noticeable detail reddishness in your eyes are still fresh to give statement of your suffering in unsaid

You wandering from hear to there in that tight corner in miserable condition with frowning expression on face dressed in clutter

All alone dragging your heavy body of burden, thoughts were shifting in your mind like     pendulum 

You might have called and yelled on me for help from side line but I never listened or must have ignored you really .. Sorry

You were calling me with full stretched arms towards me as I am dear to you but I never bothered to give you reply

You are still very much hope full n humble to give me another chance to as I found you in bits and pieces I think not every one get another chance . to move on but you are generous with me  and I can really feel that sorry is not enough and appropriate to show my guilt towards you dear life and from the bottom of my heart really thank you for your humbleness for giving me another chance to smile, laugh, and for accepting me for better

Thank you

life 

pages of dairy keep on unfolding themself without slightest of wisper each and every day

every new page offers some thing more intersting and exciting to add on positive note

each and every charater written becomes imortal in face of the contex, as context keep on changing

moment by moment every thing dilute in its self and pages keeps on completing its self, few of

theas do remain uncomplete with big ? and ( .) on there side without any answer .

pages written with golden ink become the mile stones in comparison to  written with bit faded

dull experince ink but pages keeps on ….folding in hope to meet some more turning points….

jab we met 10/10/200  we both were like rust of world

me was like hot churning bowl of sweet and soar soup

you were like shivering cup of pinkish jelly with cherish smile on top

 frozen millions thoughts were bubbling in mind like bubbles of open soda cane

we both were left behind in mixer of loneliness to mix with each other , shaken by this experienced

my bottle cap popped out and out came first bubble of carbonated gas in form of  do you know me

You were very much impressed by this splashing pouring sound of words like royal champagne is 

Pouring down in glass of your thoughts according to your liking and your words were like ice cream boat of 

Sunday full of different flavor garnished with crisp smile ..

devine rythem is to love someone with atmost faith and will to be make that persone part of oneself

make him / her feel special