SAFAR

alfason mein  na bayan kar paoun 
us raste ko
manjil ka koi darr nahi
par safar asan nahi
chalti jaun mein kahin
hamsafar hai sahi
ab us manjil ka hamein intejar nahin
mil gayi hamein khushiyan nayi
bas tham jaye ye karwan yahin....

LONLINESS

Its a devil not only outer,
but dwells within,
it makes you porous,
leaving nothing in your mind;
you fail to think,
n everything is lost in a blink;
there's negotiation and termination..

Some people just adopt it,
because they cant resist,
spending and sharing love;
living life for someone else,
makes no sense;
when conversations become formal,
and we start screaming like an animal;
the relationship turns meaningless,
and there's only stress stress and stress,
which later turns life into a mess...!!

LOVE

Cant express those feelings aloud,
seeming to be on the highest cloud;
the world is moving around,
still in the crowd he is found;
all i had waited for has come true,
these incidences prove;
life is too short to be alone,
and there's no place to mourn;
enjoy it with people you own,
and give them more love then what they have shown!!

Kurtis to Minis

Taking the first few steps from matunga station to the first college,everything seems absurd.There is so much to observe and understand.A hundred eyes staring at you all the time,embarasses you.in all this i pulled my courage and put my hand forward for friendship,The fear of lonliness would bring gosebumps.being an outspoken ,caring,emotional person were considered the characteristics of a 'Behenji' and so was i.Wearing long T-shirts on bell bottom pants or kurta paijama could only be a fashion disaster.I passed all the interrogative eyes without answering them and with no guilt headed to explore the college days.I made friends but was aware of their back biting about my appearances.It was only in the last year of college when the climax came into picture.The old fashioned,orthodox,sentimental girl had transformed into a fashion diva,modern and a bit adament.The long kurti turned into short mini skirts,the tears in eyes turned to dark black kajal and the neive little kid got rejuvenated into a bold beautiful girl.This is a true story of a girl who personified herself after entering Podar College.

yeh zindagi mein,

kabhi girte kabhi ubharte
kuch achhe kuch bure lamhein
kabhi saath mein chale
kabhi yun hi akele
kabhi sahi kabhi galat raste se
har mod par ruke
dare kanpe fir chal pade
apne saath chalnewalon ka dhyan rakhte
raste mein milte har kisiko pyar bantte
bas chalte rahe aage badhte rahe
kuch paane ki ummid mein
kabhi kuch khone ka gam bhi mehsus karte
kisika bohot saara pyar pate
toh kisiki upeksha bhi sahan karte
n koi kisiko rok pata
n koi kisike liye rukta
sab apni dhun mein
apni alag duniya basate
keval apne baare mein sochte
aur isi sansar mein apna deh samarpit kar dete