This is what I call as .........

When life is changing with someone special around you,
When she has started visiting in your day dreams too,
When the sweet sound of music always rings your ear,
This is what I call as "Love" I say to you my dear.

You'll feel the way she touch your hair,
Its great to catch the Flying-Kisses in air,
You feel its cozy when you're in her arm,
When you feel her touch is so nice and warm.

You'll enjoy each moment, you'll love this feeling,
You'll feel the wounds in your heart are healing,
When life is colorful like blue, green and red,
Its just the music of those few words unsaid.

The cozy lounge and the candle light dinner,
Each smile of her make you feel like a winner.
When the Menu has wiskey and the menu has wine,
Dimples of her puts you on cloud number nine.

When the happiness of being together is beyond the limits,
Its the joy of the moment when together you sit,
You share the jokes and you share the tears,
Its the hand-in-hand which takes away all fears.

The throbbing hearts and the fickle mind,
Its the patience you always tend to find.
As time pass by, you'll come so near,
This is what I call as "Love" I say to you my dear.

Wo bhi kya din they

wo bhi kya din they, wo bhi thi raatein,
wo kya they nagmey, wo nautanki bhari baatein.


wo tha cheekhna, wo bhi tha chillana,
wo sabkey saamney doosrey ki zabardast waat lagana,
wo tikhi hasi, wo senti sama,
wo ghaayal parwaana, wo jalti shama.


wo raat bhar bahar baith kar suttey ke kash lagana,
wo baju baithi ladki se chupke-chupke aakh ladana,
wo tirchi nazar jo dhoondti hai usey,
wo num aakhey jismain aansoon hain basey,


wo naachna, wo gaana,
wo whiskey soda pee ke party main dhoom machaana,
wo birthday ke din buri tarah maar khaana,
wo lena chutti college se bana kar isey bahana.


wo jaagi hui raatein,wo vyastata bharey din,
wo dil main machi hulchul,na jee sakenge unkey bin.
wo badappan ke din ka pehla pyar,
wo tadapti hui raatein jab laga dil pe waar.


wo picture hall main item number par seeti bajana,
wo diwali ke din ghar ko diye se sajana,
wo ghar jaaney ka mahino pehley se plan banana,
wo ghar jaa kar waapas time par na aana.


sirf reh gai hain yaadein jaisey tasweer purani ho deewaron pe,
reh gaye hain nishaan jo baney ho pathar ki lakeero se,
bus ab soch ke khush ho jaata hoon, bus yeh soch ke yeh geet gaata hoon,
aur kabhi-kabhi sapno main un haseen palo main chala jaata hoon.


wo bhi kya din they, wo bhi thi raatein,
wo kya they nagmey, wo nautanki bhari baatein,
wo kya they nagmey, wo nautanki bhari baatein.

Great ol' days

A small poem I wrote for my childhood friend, Shreya.


I remember your first day in school with me,
You were so scared as if going to scream,
You sat beside me as if known since years,
I never knew this girl will be so near.

Though eight houses apart, we came so close,
The smell of that friendship is more than a rose,
Never knew ere, what a friendship was,
Where there were no rules and there were no laws.

You had a friend you were close a lot,
To tell you today, I was jealous a lot,
But things changed for better ,things changed for good,
And that friend of yours just seemed to be vanished in the woods.

Thinking of maths made you shiver like in cold,
But I tried a lot to make you a lil bold,
I crown you for my english, I was too much weak,
Your efforts made me write well and helped me to speak.

You remember the girls I always ran after,
The stories of mine gave you tons of laughter,
But I too rememeber your phone talks at nights,
With guard whistling at 2 with all his might.

Remember the numerous Planes I crashed,
Which became a memory in just a flash,
It happened for good I'll say my baby blue,
With someone so uncaring didnt deserve you.

Remember the days and the tunes we swayed,
When you sang the songs and the Tabla I played,
Think of the day we were invited to school,
We were honoured with trophy to make our hearts drool.

Years go by in a matter of days,
And though we go a separate ways,
The light of friendship wud never have lit,
I'm lucky a lot that we just got met.
Thinking of the great days so enjoyful a life ,
sweet memory I set,
Truthfully speaking ,nostalgic I get.

-William Gaurav Wordsworth :o)