Natural Amalgamation

Relentlessly, walking through the silent roads, I couldn’t find a way to escape the thoughts of amalgamation, i would say. People often losses themselves to people around them. The thoughts however keeps hovering into the heads; the thoughts of being you. Why can’t we understand thoughts of delving into the nature or resources the nature has provided? we keep on distancing ourselves from the truth that lies in the natural landscapes. Is it us who is restless ? or is it the nature that doesn’t have enough?

If we ask ourselves when was the last time I smiled looking at the flowers or when was the last time I slept beneath the sky full of stars? We may find some unsatisfying answers to our questions. The love of nature and it creations is sufficient to raise us, isn’t it? We belong to nature itself, isn’t it true? yes it is. Our relationships to people around us is simply based on the fact that; if you do something for me, I’ll do or will think about doing something for you. The nature doesn’t ask us to do anything in return. It stays for us even if we don’t. That makes it more valuable than humans. Nature is generous, it is selfless, it always stands for us even if we don’t.

We live in a world of Hazards, the trees could’t breathe, the water can’t identify its colour, the animals are our foods which is same as killing a life like yourself and eating them. It’s not that we don’t understand the consequences, but the thing is we haven’t seen them. we can say we can handle the consequences, then why’re we staying in our houses, locked. This needs to be reexamined.

The nature is reviving itself when we’re locked. we have seen couple of examples; the water is becoming clearer, the sky is becoming blue day by day, the animals who were scare can be seen walking on streets. As we understand how things are, we understand it more precisely than ever: the earth belongs to all of her resources, she wants us to have it equally. She wants us to grow together, we take care of each other. It doesn’t belong to humans only.

At a time when we are locked out in our houses, let’s pledge for a better tomorrow. Let’s start treating nature as a part of ourselves. we should start talking to them, we should make surrounding better for them as well. So as if they will have a better world, we’ll live a beautiful future.

A Masterpiece

Sitting besides the blue-ish river of Atlanta,
Staring, the filled sky with grains,
Glittering in the nights.
He beseeches for a masterpiece.

A thought, that can change,
his life, before, it ends.

Carving, through the muds of soil,
he began his journey of life.

Some emotions, like an ocean,
with devotion, and his imagination,
created some wonderful creations.

Dolls, to play with,
Sculptures, to decor with,
Utensils, to cook and eat with.
Love and emotions put into it,
to live with.

Paving ways to the thirst of his creativity,
to accomplish, its starvation,
to achieve its thoughts, of giving life,
life to the cluster of soil and water.

Now scattered, within itself,
asks for relief, in search of something,
a masterpiece,
to mark his name,
in the history of this world.

Never found, was a masterpiece.
Found, was never a masterpiece.
Life squanders, to a limitless,
infinite, search for the pearls.

Never seen but catching,
Attentions of all, calling,
hidden inside,
deep and within,
the structured, boundaries of flesh,
Craving, is a masterpiece.

Words at eve of ’em

Say it, the way it is,
-She said

So… it’s not the way,
It has to be.

“Why” – she questioned,
Why is it not the way, it has to be..?

Like a free waterfall, You are, my sweetheart. I am a stone merely on your’re going to go anyways…

Even if I will try, many ways,

you’ll go anyways.

Either you will think of the world or world will make you think of Me.

Poured Romance will melt like ice and will float on water… I will cry in each piece…

Even if I will, the pieces won’t be One…I will try and I will cry…
But Nothing will be one.

Everything is Physical, Everything logical… But not my Love… It’s pure and illogical.

It breaths in hearts and pumps in vein… It goes everywhere but not in Brain,

But not in the brain…

You have logic, I don’t have…you have love, I don’t have… Even if you’re here… I feel the fear.

Of losing you, it haunts like …

I don’t know… Why this??…

Why this?? …

Let’s find our ways… Individual and independent,

let’s meet somewhere.

Sometimes… Somewhere??

Where Our souls going to meet…

In the paradise! I think.


Beauty would sustain and Romance will flow.

You’re loved

Love of two, you came to life,
Love of almighty and love of hopes,
One love of two individuals, you are.

Your hearts is love,
you’re the love of your heart.
This world loves you,
with blessings, care
and amenities it has.

The trees, the roads,
the house,
your little room, loves you.
The friends, the relatives,
the strangers, loves you.

The cold winds from mountains,
travels to you,
everyday, every second,
to love you.

The icebergs melt itself,
to be a river, a lake or a sea,
to travel you,
they love you.

They say to you, nothing,
they ask you, for nothing,
they just love you,
with the each passing time,
they make you feel,
alive and fortunate,
they want to say,
in the most romantic way,
You need not to worry,
you’re loved.

Unexpressed words

Few words of unexpressed thoughts,
Keeps burning, deep inside the hearts,
from the realms of vast expressed lands,
to the sky of lantern stars in the nights.

It fights with people, who never cared,
with attire and gestures of unwillingness,
When it breaks out, it keeps mum.

It sobs with loud voices in silent souls,
with the starvation of living somewhere,
it resides within two black pages, thine.

Drops of thoughts

Few drops of unattended thoughts,
travel all the way from the clouds of imaginations,
not entertaining, but pertaining to something within,
falls on dry hearts.

It’s an amalgamation of a life,
creating a covered, preserved and promising way of dealing,
with pain and strains of lives.

It regenerates lives,
boosting energies of dead cells,
and the tradition of sorrows and happiness.

It opens up the eyes, closed with
died thoughts of the unreal world.
It feels, within a life, the chord of life
and the cure to undied deaths.

वो अर्श से लेकर फ़र्श तक, बिखरने वाली मोहब्बत

आजा फिर करें एक बार,
वो एक ड़ोर में बंधे,
पास वाली मोहब्बत ।

बादलों से बरसने की,
ग़ुज़ारिश वाली मोहब्बत ।

चिड़ियों से चहकने की,
ख्वाहिश वाली मोहब्बत ।

वो शाम से ढलने की,
ख़्वाहिसे वाली मोहब्बत ।

वो चाँद से चांदनी की,
पूछने वाली मोहब्बत ।

वो अर्श से लेकर फ़र्श तक,
बिखरने वाली मोहब्बत ।।

A fond adieu

Known to her
Yearning for his love,
her access to love,
He bestowed her
with courage,
To whisper a fond adieu.

He should betake himself
into the world of money and fame,
for food, for home, for prosperity,
he will be residing afar.

Trembling with fear of losing him,
she stares at the lamp at the corner,
and he stands, to leave.

As they walk in silence,
nothing much, but smiles of love,
her eyes beseech him to stay,
and his charming eyes,
filled with opportunities,
of this blind world,
never cares.

Her adorning face faded gradually,
their humble abode was losing its color.
The floral way to journey, and thrones in her part.

She smiled, to wish, a goodbye,
he got into the car,
a wish he may look back
to see her smile,
he left and never looked back.

Love happens of two kinds

One happens and lives in flesh,
Other happens to fit the soul,
Love happens of two kinds.

One generates, to see some lives,
Other happens, with the course of time,
Love happens of two kinds.

One managed to get the needs,
other for ultimate feels.

One leads to deeds and agreements,
Other to fill the souls.

One gets over with running time,
Other but to live beyond.

One loves and dies for hearts,
Other is static and cooked up in minds.

Love happens of two kinds.

The Dark & Lights

Miles away,
From the flashes of city lights,
in the darkness of woods,
a fluorescent bulb lite up, to illuminate, the nights,
the dark realities, the patches of earth.

The moon, the stars, the fireflies try,
to fill the gap, of life and life, the uneven cruelty, the differences in colors.

some hopes arise, with the rising sun, to conquer, to fight, to stand for the right, but fails to gain the thoughtful light.

A world of change, from algae to men, from forest to the fort, from barefoot to the airplane, from pigeon to the BBM, and a lucrative life.


a divided world, boundaries and the economies, Dark and the Lights, Ups and the Downs, ice and Heats, the world and wars.