One Last Time

     The end is near
     along with its fear
     but there isn't a tear
     because it's too dear

     I don't refrain
     from feeling any pain
     for all that is to gain
     along with the happy rain

     I want to talk to you again
     because the time is in the drain
     with my slowing dying brain
     to end the unbroken chain

     Give me my last rites
     my sun is loosing its bright
     with tide on the wane
     don't let this pass by in vain

     Help me till I reach my end
     believe me you won't resent
     allow me to depart with ease
     give me your precious time
     for one last time....

    I have become very frail
    guide me on this trail
    with your words of braille
    for my blind heart to follow the rail
    One Last Time!!!

A Dream Accomplished : A Dream Being Realized Continued...

      The kaleidoscopic soul of mine is brimming with confidence...
      The glass of happiness is ready to spill...
      Distant visions of glory are now seeping into my skin...
      Today I just wonder how did it all begin...
      Never had it occurred to me it shall so end...
      With success inundating my worldly shell...
      Bloating my spirit with joy that it brings!!!

A Dream Being Realized

      The fairies of my tale have started to appear...
      The skies of life have changed their beautiful colors...
      The marionettes of GOD are dancing to tunes that enchant my senses...
      The droplets of rain are pouring beauty into this time...
      The scent of flowers has adored the ambiance...
      It is like living in heaven without dying...

Till I meet you

         My heart is beating...
         faster than ever...
         My eyes are waiting...
         more than ever...
         My mind is dreaming...
         wilder than ever...

        My wait is getting...
        just more longer...
        My ears are anxious...
        like never before..
        My nights are arduously longer...
        every passing night...

        The voices I hear ...
        are taking too long...
        To speak with the face...
        I see in those green eyes...
        The winds of change...
        haven't brought me that elusive girl yet...

       Wherever you are...
       I pray GOD keeps you well...
       and sends you soon...
       making you one of my very own...
       near and dear soul...
       

In search of peace...

inspired from busy lives....

            The alarm bell rings..
            & another hectic day it brings....

            Half an hour to groom
           One hour away from doom
           Six hours in a closed room
           Another couple on the return norm

          Grueling ,panting, & exhausted
          With the assignments collected
          Unnecessary solutions to be perfected
          Before the sky is darkened

         Living in the artificial vacuum
         Before embracing the real void
         A question I couldn't avoid
        Where to find the ubiquitous peace.......

Mon Amie

Amie....friend...companion...amigo...someone who makes your life complete with all the elements that make life worth living. When the heart is overflowing with emotions and the mind is longing for company, a friend is the only solution.We find our friends everywhere....whether it is our fellow colleagues at work , class mates, the kids next door...in some cases pets....and in most cases people we often meet and tend to talk to become friends like the watchman standing at your building gate, the clerk who works in your school/college, the fellow commuters who are a regular part of your journey.Hardly do we realize that they are our friends and form an important although not that significant part of our everyday life. Just like everyone I am blessed to have a great set of friends who cheer me up when I am upset, motivate me when I am struggling , make me happy all the time and give me bliss every moment I spend in their company. They etch out memories like the sculptures of Michaelangelo , indelible and indestructible, everlasting and unending moments which will surpass the test of time to keep flashing happiness in my eyes. But that is not it. There's someone very special. A friend who has been there with me all my life...silently living and growing to become a part of life which has been conveniently ignored, taken for granted.But still there are no complaints from my amigo...instead there is endless forgiveness. Now that I will be missing my amie i realize the difference this bonding has made over the years. Before the hype created gives in, I present to you my friend, the king of friends: MUMBAI....yes...Mumbai...I don't know how and when it happened..but I am glad I live in Mumbai...and Mumbai lives in my heart... You expect a friend to understand you all the time and Mumbai has been that way: understanding. A friend should warn you when he thinks you are going wrong and Mumbai keeps warning me over and over again when it finds me doing something wrong. Friendship is the thread which binds with love and care where love is selfless and care comes from the scrupulous heart...kind and benevolent.Mumbai has a place for all my emotions , each place having the uniqueness for every possible emotion. A friend cannot do more than that!!! The seas of Mumbai have taught me to be kind and forgiving...they take in all that we put in them without any complain...whether it be the garbage or the elephant God. The promenade at Marine Lines and the like keep telling me to look beyond boundaries and to never impede my vision with shortsightedness . Whether it be Id or Diwali, Mumbai has imbibed in me the charm of a celebration. With the charisma of Colaba to the serenity of Santacruz Mumbai has instilled in me the confidence to dream and not dread. Temples , mosques , churches, agiaris and the like have cultured in me tolerance and the atrocities that Mumbai has witnessed bring with them lessons of being human. It wouldn't be an exaggeration if I said Mumbai has held my heart in the right place and filled it with all the compassion it needs to live a life with a purpose, a purpose to serve humanity.

Main Hoon: Imran's poem (ZNMD)

Pighle neelam sa behta ye sama,
neeli neeli si khamoshiyan,
na kahin hai zameen na kahin aasmaan,
sarsaraati hui tehniyaan pattiyaan,
keh raheen hai bas ek tum ho yahan,
bas main hoon,
meri saansein hain aur meri dhadkanein,
aisi gehraiyaan, aisi tanhaiyaan,
aur main… sirf main.
Apne hone par mujhko yakeen aa gaya.

Ahsas hi Ahsas hai : Imran's poem(ZNMD)

Ik baat honton tak hai jo aayi nahin
Bas ankhon say hai jhaankti
Tumse kabhi, mujhse kabhi
Kuch lafz hain woh maangti
Jinko pehanke honton tak aa jaaye woh
Aawaaz ki baahon mein baahein daalke ithlaye woh
Lekin jo yeh ik baat hai
Ahsas hi ahsas hai

Khushboo si hai jaise hawa mein tairti
Khushboo jo be-aawaaz hai
Jiska pata tumko bhi hai
Jiski khabar mujhko bhi hai
Duniya se bhi chupta nahin
Yeh jaane kaisa raaz hai

To Zinda Ho Tum :(ZNMD)

Dilon me tum apni betabiyan leke chal rahe ho,to zinda ho tum
Nazar me khwaabon ki bijliyan leke chal rahe ho,to zinda ho tum
Hwa ke jhokon ke jaise aazad rehno sekho
Tum ek dariya ke jaise lehron mein behna sekho
Hr ek lamhe se tum milo khole apni baahein
Hr ek pal ek nya sama dekhe nigahein
Jo apni ankhon mein hairanian leke chal rahe ho,to zinda ho tum
Dilon mein tum apni betabian leke chal rahe ho,to zinda ho tum

Dil Aakhir tu kyon rota hai: Imran's Poetry,(ZNMD)

Jab jab dard ka baadal chhaya
Jab gham ka saya lehraya
Jab aansoo palkon tak aya
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya
Humne dil ko ye samjhaya
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai
Duniya mein yunhi hota hai
Yeh jo gehre sannaate hain
Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain
Thoda gham hai sabka kissa
Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa
Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai
Har pal ek naya mausam hai
Kyun tu aise pal khota hai
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai..

Dream On!!!

The golden ball is gleaming
the bright yellow water is shimmering
& the clouds are kissing
the radiantly light sky

Moistening the beach's girth
bringing much needed mirth
splashing with playful raillery
portraying another one for the gallery

The waves blending like cream
isn't this a wanted dream
desired to come above the din
why don't we push our kin??

the ambiance is full of banter
inundated with windows of vision
having unmatched precision
on grounds of reminiscence

It's time to create fun
without having any rum
in the nostalgic run
rocking, realizing the dreams that come!!!

I wanna grow old with you

When sorrow moistens your eyes
look at the glint of concern on my face...

When happiness lights up your visage
observe the satisfaction I experience...

When fear leaves you in tremors
elicit my belief of your well being...

When excitement sends a chill through your spine
understand the nervousness of my bitten nails...

When anger bolts in your armor
feel my adulation for you...

Try me whenever you wish to
because I will be there for you...
always...

VIVE

Dreaming with my open eyes
to conquer them every day...
Teasing my will
to testify my faith...
Challenging my mind
to carry on in torrid times...
Vive and joyous,I come alive!!

Striking my fear with
the lightning of belief...
Flowing in the mountains of hope
with the river of perseverance...
Inspiring imagination to conjure beauty
comparable to the soothing rainbow...
Vive and joyous ,I come alive!!

Obliterating doubt
with the enshrouding fog...
Nourishing ambition
with the silt of knowledge...
Ascending like the mountains
of steady will and desire...
Vive and joyous, I come alive!!

It's all in the mind...

Life comes and goes as we trudge past things in our day to day life wondering why some things never happen the way we want them to.Seldom do we find answers to questions which keep haunting our subconscious about our abilities while we face a precipitous decline.Just when Murphy's law keeps coming back at you imposing an expectant urge every time you find yourself in a tight spot, the Pandora's box of unique tricks appears to pull all the wrong strings around you setting the wheels in an undesired motion.Perceptions and doubts redeem themselves by breeding negativity and master the mind to have a slave which works on the dark intricacies of impending failures.
The truth however remains very much within our heart of hearts & keeps staring at us right into our face.But busy as we are to notice it,it begins to take a life of its own and keeps reflecting the change which becomes difficult to accept with the masks it uses to obliterate and block.Successful people read this truth, whether it be pristine or obscure.They know the W's-what,why,when and where?What is the truth-in its true form,and what truth do I want to exist?(objective)Why is it not the way I want it to be?(Fear,Negativity,etc)When did the reality start changing against my objective?Where do I see myself from this to move towards my goal?
Everything is difficult before it starts becoming easy and so it is with success.It is arduous to work hard regularly, be optimistic and keep an eye on your goal without the fear of failure.But it gets easy when you train your mind for the battles that lie ahead of you.When nourished with the right thoughts the mind can transform you into a person you dream of being.It is not surprising then that its efficacy has been witnessed in cases where diseases of the reputation of cancer have withered away under its wrath.
And hence it would be quite appropriate to say "It's all in the mind"

Confessions...

With ever lasting fright...
never did I try...
to show you my plight..
failing to tell you every night..
how much love I behold in my eyes..

Your glowing face would leave me agape..
stuttering with my words..
I would keep staring in your eyes..
losing myself in the abyss of delight..
while squandering your words in the aura that hypnotize..

The swirls of your hair..
would evade me like a secret lair...
whilst your fragrance would continue to enchant..
all my senses without any chant..

With ever lasting fright...
never did I try...
to show you my plight..
failing to tell you every night..
how much love I behold in my eyes..

Failing to confess the treasure of feelings..
that lay buried in the sands of my soul..
I write to reveal the jewels of love that twinkle..
& dazzle to brighten my lonely nights..

You are the beats of my heart..
today I confess...
& a ring I wrap to pop you the question..
waiting for my answer from you to confess..
I shall wait till I am destined to hear"YES"

With ever lasting fright...
never did I try...
to show you my plight..
failing to tell you every night..
how much love I behold in my eyes..

Farewell

When you enter the international airport at this time of the year...one will see most of the students gettin ready to leave their country for studyin in the US...a farewell as we call it...which is nt really d way it used to happen a few years back..its ironic when u reealize u haven't got a chance to meet your frnd/relative once he/she enters the airport with his luggage even before the emigrations...and the only way to talk is across a glass pane...as if the traveler is a prisoner barred from proper communication and a proper farewell...it is like the script wasn't completed as it normally does...the movie of life was robbed of a climax that was vital...while we waited in the waiting area and our beloved friend queued up for the formalities...separated by a glass pane...abrupt though it may be tears did fall but not when we said goodbye...and wishes were made with some memories when we laughed together outside..its amazing how emotions well up to weaken us at moments of separation...when we say good byes...and farewells...and those same things become our strength when we make promises and keep them...To all my fellow citizens from India who are going to study abroad....
ADIOS AMIGOS...ALL THE BEST...MAY YOU KEEP MAKING US PROUD!!!!!

ALive

It feels good to b here....kicking and alive in life every moment I live...feels good to look back n see what I have written over the past few years...and nw feeling excited to start again....n write sumthin new n interestin...