Splash of Love

A pinch of red above the green of the stem ,struck right in the brown ,
what is so beautifull about this friendship, that rose wears the crown,

The white falling out of the pouch over a clear blue behind shades of grass green,
why do these coulours stand smiling, as if to be clicked over a paper with sheen.

The green in its darkest moods, over hills stretching , adorned with chains of grey tar,
Are they friends with the silver rains, that leave them small drops to twinkle as a star,

The bright clear white sublime ice, that sleeps across the silent bed of water,
while the sun visits to polish him with a glow,
and the moon lifts him in a tide's matter,

Across a black velvet that the night drapes, are falling stars that fullfill wishes,
Wishes, of these greens, reds, browns, and whites,
to love eachother like deep divine mushes!

Over the Sand

Your name I worte over a wet bed of sparkling sand,
With the soft tender stem of red rose, whose thorn drew a line of blood down my hand,

The sunlit lines of your name within the crystals brown,
Sparkled within my drenched eyes too,in the clenched drops of the sand it made me drown,

The gushing sounds of the high tide spread a fine silk over my mind,
And I dreamt of our times together, the only hope my heart could ever bind,

The sun smiled over a tear of mine, which sparkled and galloped within your name of sand,
And I lost one more tear , which cried out your name but was deafned by the numb land,

A soft breeze also drenched with the oceans tears flew past me,
It touched me the way you did, through my skin and past my soul , where i could never see,

When the sun was ready to set, it blew me a flowing row of waves,
Which took u along with them, to someone else, to be that one my heart craves,

My tear seeped within the sands, shall be a closed pearl in a shell,
Somewhere in the depths of my life's ocean,
glowing with the sun's smile forever, across the time's tale.

What Mr.Bachchan Gave Me

As I write this down in my diary, I hear the last few minutes of KBC playing on the television,
The streaming voice of Mr.Bachchan, who has always entered my heart through my vision,

I did not follow KBC four days a week, but felt connected every single time I just heard his boice, or saw through a peep,
The Man, with his grace and charm, with his rich textured Sherwani's, always welcomed me with warmth,
With that care, he hugged almost every contestant, each one of them , grinning wide with content in his arms.
He consoled, cajoled, and helped the ladies up the hot-seat, as u were swiped off your feet, with his endearing charm.
His smile, his laughter, and those soulfull phrases, he spoke looking into the camera,
Have all been stored and locked into my mind, although I still fall short of gathering his blissfull aura.

With Panch Koti Maha Mani, he has spread smiles across lives, in the dusty corners across India,
As i saw him asking those questions, and locking those answers, shayad meine bhi kuch seekh liya,
Yes I know he takes crores' per show, yes I know some say the show is fixed,
But, if I choose to believe the passion and love, he has equally spread across the varied sections of India,
If I choose to believe in this incredible human being, every time I watch him across the glass,
I would still loose my mind and heart to this man,
Who is born once in ages, but dwells within hearts, across light-years of winters and springs.