Slow-Wicked Smile..!!

Slow-Wicked Smile..!!

Across the metro line

I saw you with a mess around

I starred at you

Smiled & scratched my head

Beautiful in every aspect

Pretty gorgeous in my way

Sexy black heals

Dangling ear-rings, & the silver watch

Complimenting your dress

Every eye was on you

Every stranger was your fan

Luckly I missed my metro

Or intentionally

But you were worth waiting for

And slowly I can see the slow

Slow & Wicked Smile

Smile that was enough

Enough to be happy

Enough to remember you

By just a small name

Slow-wicked smile  …!!!

Coffee & her green tea..

Coffee & her green tea..

Coffee & her green tea ..
Just like us ..
Totally different  & totally alike
I learned to live respecting differences
For her smile
I learned to fail ,
I learned to be after her
To be her support
I managed to be ahead
To hold her hand
I managed to cover differences

Coffee & her green tea..
I enjoy both
One for her
One for me ..

Everyone stare
Everyone have questions
Why ..? How..?
Coffee & green tea.. together

But who cares
I don’t .. nor I wish to answer
Its about me and her
Coffee & her green tea
I will give them reason to judge
But they will never understand

Coffee & her green tea
A compliment
No one can understand ..!!


I m writing about you…!!

I m writing about you…

Writing some words
That your eyes stole..
Starring at me..

It is a soft feeling
I can just try to express…
Its not as big as love
Nor as small as hurt..

I m writing about you..
The way you smile..
The way you use wrong words
Makes you cute..
Adorable for a gentle hug

Falling hair..
With colored strikes
Takes my eye..
With an urge to call you

Yes I agree
I see you pictures..
Guilty admiring them..

But not guilty
For having same thoughts
From your side..

I m writing about you..
Not exactly.

I m writing about us. !!


Didn’t knew her…

Didn’t knew her…

Didn’t knew her art
Nor her action
I knew I lost my heart
With few smiles
With few pictures
With some random talk
Didn’t knew her…

Was far..
Was in my courtesy
With a dignity of a gentle man
Holding unspoken words
Hiding some feelings

I never utter a word
What my heart wants…
But she was pretty and I admired
Admired her for hours

My sleep was in her eyes
My happiness was her smile
She was like an odd
In an even

I was like a nomad..
And she was an inspiration
A choice I made
To smile and make her smile
To walk miles together…

Didn’t knew her. .
But somehow she is an angel
I wished to be with.

Didn’t knew her.
But knowing her now..
Everyday.. Every minute..  Every second
Of my life.. !!

Troubled ..!!

Troubled ..!!

Troubled yourself
For a smile you could not fake
Didn’t mind walking away
Or staying for a while
It was your choice ..
That made you different
And it doesn’t matter you anymore ..

Troubled yourself
Finding rainbow and butterflies
Or a monsoon shower
Holding hands of someone..
And walking miles ..
Who doesn’t belongs to you

Seen you ..
Troubling yourself ,with goodbye’s
And With your wishes
I know that goodbye
That says nothing at all
I know that last wish
That has no meaning ..
I know that last kiss ..
That brought tears down your eyes ..

Troubled yourself
Searching for someone
Who doesn’t belongs to you

You had him ..
And you want him more
With the broken smile
And unexpressed love
With craving of night
And jealousy in eyes

You troubled yourself
Falling for him
And forgetting him

Now… It matters
Now… it hurts ..
A life you wished for yourself
Is in hands of someone else..


Reminding me..!!

Reminding me..!!

She is just a girl
In a leather jacket..
With a light shade of life
And light shade of her lipstick.
Her words are differnt
And so is she.
Reminding me…
How beautiful life could be
With her..

Reminding me.
With the early sun rays or
Sunset view.
How beautiful it could be
With her company..

Reminding me.
How lonely I can be..

Strikes on her hair.
Falling down her cheeks..
With green eyeliner
As carrying the greenery
In her eyes..

What she means
Is always a question..?
Reminding me..
I still don’t understand
Pretty eyes..

Reminding me.
Every minute of Conversation


Her words..

Her words..

Her words for me
Are like my company
In these silent evenings
Her empty coffee mug
Is also my company
Watching me.. Being idle

Her words..
Are imaginary or magical
I dont know.
I hear them, I obey them,
It has been months
I didnt stop respecting them
They dont belong to me..
But still I owe them.

Her words..
Were like the last kiss
More pain then the pleasure
More hurt then happiness

Her words..
Are mine or not
I am unaware…
I even dont know
I have rights on her words
Or not.. But..
Words are her..
And I respect it for her name…!!

Her words