in d midst of sunlight,
building an epitome of height,
where due rests by,
n utopia resides..
amidst d culture of devils,
parrying d aplomb of gibe,
where lyf meets with nosgay,
n yen resides..
in d arcane of sight,
blooming d world of spright,
where esctacy z in air,
n hue resides...
under d sky of light,
meeting accosticks in lime,
where dere z jst u n i,
n esctacy at its height....!!
:):)
na dekh tasveer mere dil k aayine ki ki tu bikhar jaayega,
dekh mere anmol zakhm tu pighal jaayega,
yaad aayengi teri zafaayen tjhe,
tera aansu in aankhon se phir beh jaayega..!!
na milega mera aks bhi tjhe,
milne ko mjhse phir tu machal jaayega,
meri wafa ka har aansu,
zeher ban tere dil mein simat jaayega..!!
jala rakha hain ek diya apne janaaje k paas,
teri yaad mein shayad vo phr bujh jaayega,
jala dena use apni nam aankhon se,
mjhe tere pyaar ka fakt ghuman hi ho jaayega..!! :'(:'(
acute maudlin haunting me,
ripped by desultary thought,
being an armchair traveller,
i nvr cared 2 lodge..!!
driving through serenity,
acknowledging evry spot,
bt what lied abstrusive,
ws an ignesious cornerstone..!!
esoteric threaos dwelling in heart,
eroding me evry spot,
nagging me by atrocizing acts,
acrimony drenched in all..!! :'(:'(
...repend wt i did.
all hopes diter away,
and u r left with 1 threo,
bittering u in esoteric way,
atrocizing ur imbue.
there seems 2 be 1 road,
going awide to n fro,
a beautiful personality cms by ur side,
waving vex n foe.
then sunshine blooms up,
looming bellweather in u,
stones seems 2 asunder,
aplomb engender wid hue...!! :):)
the most maudlin station dat brings in ecstacy in our hearts..!! the playground where all our nostaligies were build..!! the seed that has groomed up our personality to beat competition. the soil where our childhood odours with innocence. the classroom where the lyf resides...."STUDENT LYF". thats the space where looms ovr the aroma of our "SUMPTIOUS 12 YRS.."., Where we started as infants and have grown to adults. where our small melee was sorted by ma'am. where our churlish acts were charied by ma'am. where we chanted prayers, least interested about there meanings. where we were treated lyk kids who were guided under the arms of honourable teachers. the clutter where we were acosted by friends, who vaived tears from our eyes.. n became a part of our daily fights..!! where words of ma mentors always treated me with nosgay. and from there we inherited the quality of emagauge..learnt 2 crush mazzle in2 bins..!! that was completely a vantage station where i could dwell in oppurtinities and shine with pride. and nw m sure..our classroom echoes with our noise( usually made to petulent ma'am), shines with our achievements,dwells in our mastis, and anxiously w8ing for revenants...!!
"THOSE WERE THE BEST DAYS OF MA LYF.."!!
# created ma castles by burning their manse,
i wish them a world brimmed with opulence..!!
# melted their desires in aegis,
created the sky under levis,
that whenever m stuck by a hurdle,
i canvass 4 possibilities..!!
"god bless dem"
# lyk sugar 4 a milk,
a bellweather 4 a novice,
they hv always braced ma kinks,
to lead ma way through sunshine...
with d long passage of tym,
wax melted leaving rock behind,
bleeding beatitude and afflatus,
atrocizing d "divine"..
winds blooming by strong waves,
hunting wounds panging ma intestine,
stymieng dexteriority and mistress,
releasing rude libertine...
with every alluding of heart,
refraining apparatus banausic ma lyf,
challenging delight and threos,
enervating ma "size"....
evry step at god's door,
following him moving divine,
eroding vaiwes and ascerbity,
walking 2wards sunshine....
....sm paths nvr last.....
