Let us forget

the day i decide
to not remember
you fan the
dying ember

the day i decide
to look ahead
thru purani galiyaan
you make me parade

then the old ties
will continue to remain
even those that
cause us pain

my dearest friend
don't relive the past
let us pretend
it evaporated fast

Mark

Last week, life, had
no exciting spark,
Must admit, when I shot,
I missed my mark.

I shot my arrow,
as if I shot in the dark,
and guess what
I shot way off the mark..

The whole week long
sang no cheerful lark,
there was no clear voice,
no intelligent remark!

All the days were
dry and stark,
days placed in a boring,
never ending arc!

Now the week's over,
sit up, get ready, hark
oh wandering soul,
get back on your mark!

Soft n firm

I know someone,
who's a dollop of butter,
His smile would melt himself...
and yet who's solid,
someone who'd never stutter...
you could rely on him,
he'd never seem pallid,
and he'd never bowl into the gutter...

The right reason / The politically correct reason?

Reality and wishful thinking
they merge so well at times,
And things appear out of synch
without any reasons or rhymes...

Every chance look at you
reminds me of the reality..
You're immune to my imagination,
You dare take no liberty....

I know not for this whether,
you, I should admire,
Independent thoughts instead of obedience
You've not even stepped into this quagmire...

I have my dilemna
and the problems thereby,
You seem to be at peace with yourself,
You've not uttered a single sigh!

The real reason may be -
Your reality is your wishful thinking,
All's well for you because -
For you, we have no linking.

Amazed!

Oh, what 'could' have been...
What we could have made it mean...
It was the loveliest dream!
But - you gave me a jolt!
Woke me up with a thousand volt!
Your brilliance left me agape - without a scream.

What should I do?

What do I have to lose?..
Why should things confuse
me, or am I just going to use
this confusion as a ruse
to keep away feelings abstruse?

well!.....

One can't be too sure of others,
One can't be too sure of self,
No one is so pure....