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Moving on – A random rhyme

Heart whispered “Stay Back…please”
Mind decided to move on…
In hindsight, the decision seems right
Or one who would remained stuck to events of a random night
Life’s too long to hold on to the past
Some memories do remain… but moments never last
Moving on then, was a decision well taken
Heart was damaged a bit, but life wasn’t forsaken

Kuch Alfaaz…

Kuch alfaaz mere, mein likh kar bhool gaya…
Daamadol iss zindagi mein, mein khud hi jhool gaya…
Thi manzil kuch aur tabhi…jaane kab mein kho gaya
Tha safar woh sapno ka, par safar mein bhi, mein so gaya…

And so go the years…

Below four lines are from a song I like – “I know what it is to be young” by Orson Welles. If any words follow the four lines – those are written by me. Here goes…

There will be days to remember ,

Full of laughter and tears,

After summer comes winter,

And so go the years…


There will be moments like now,

When things seem wrong,

Each phase will fall in the rhythm somehow,

And so will go on the song…


There will be times of happiness,

And times of despair,

Every time will have a tale to tell,

Every tale will be a blockbuster affair…


For we all know, what it is to live,

Life has it’s dramas with highs and lows

Every phase we will live through, we must believe

Passing them all as time flows


For there will be months to remember,

An August of laughter, a September of tears,

Days will pass on to December,

And so go the years…




This tale is of love that started on different Christmas day

Of two star crossed lovers who chose their own way !

Though it wasn’t planned, but I guess it was fate,

That each fell in love with the person whom they were supposed to hate !

Their families were at war, it was an enmity well-known

Yet a random evening changed this equation, seeds of love were sown !

And it blossomed day and night

Love made life different – wasn’t the usual fight !

Families were forgotten – only one name was always on the mind

The lovers thus chose to leave their old lives behind !

They got married secretly, a victory too sweet

Unknown to them though, was a different destiny that they will meet !

Families separated them, much drama followed,

Life for the lovers now seemed hollowed !

Not united in life ….one chose death

Knowing one was no more.. the other too gave up his breath !

Thus ended a tale of two star crossed lovers who united after life

Love was their folly, such was their strife !

Their names are unknown but a playwright gave each a new name

And through his writing their love lived.. rising to a new fame !

A tragedy renown to the world replicated in stories again and again,

For every tale told – brought with it the same sadness, the same pain !

For never was a story more woe..

Then this of Juliet and her Romeo !

Kuch kam hai dil mein khwaaishein…

Kuch kam hai dil mein khwaaishein…
Yeh samaah ab woh nahi hai !
Udte the jahan khwabon ke sehraano mein
Yeh aasmaan ab woh nahi hai !

Zindagi ke saath hum bhi aage bad gaye
Armaan kuch adhure peeche reh gaye
Jis manzil ki aur chale the, yeh raasta ab woh nahi hai…
Kuch kam hai dil mein khwaaishein, yeh samaah ab woh nahi hai !

Life moves on…

Life moves on…connecting one tale to another…
Highs and lows ….keep following each other,
The end doesn’t matter… what matters…is the road.
Make the journey memorable… Why take any load ?
Relish each tale, on this journey of life !
Live life to the fullest, no matter what strife !!



Laugh and be high on life…
Perfect recipe to overcome any strife !
Every now and then one may face moments of gloom…
With a base of laughter though..happiness will definitely bloom !



An artist he was, his art was doors
Everyone preferred them, to protect their floors
Everyday he made one, using some colour new
Rahim preferred green, Ram preferred blue
The door-maker created beauty for all
His art was universal, adorning every wall !


A writer’s nightmare – am I?
A pain on the roads – am I?
Sign of disruption – am I?
An end to consumption – am I?
Not sure who I am
Confusion at best
Or perhaps just an excuse for some rest

For you writer, I am a hindi movie villian indeed
To free your heroine – your imagination from my cluthes, you plead
Cause fighting me is no good, you know that well,
Just adds more moments to your personal hell
But I am just a mere block – to each his own
Seeking solace everywhere, but eventually disowned
Wouldn’t it be nice to be acknowledged not ignored or hated for a change,
if only my thoughts too someone can express
Just try writer, perhaps this will help you come out of your mess


I burn every night
to provide you some light
so that you can write
stories – each with a beginning new
Every new tale is a purpose well served – for my last moments few

With my help
you write new words
Adding life to characters new
Every night you create a new fate
And I feel empowered that this new world I helped to create

For when this life is over
I will live on
In the stories you wrote
characters you created
My life has a purpose
that seems perfect
Every fleck of light I have
has power immense
For every tale read by your readers ever after
will in each word have some of my essense