Time as it flows....

Riddles of the past.
Answers of the present.
Questions of the future.
Time an everflowing river.
Changing course whimfully,
The rocks underneath weathered.
Tempered to a smooth shine,
Eroding the ragged edges.
Not a sign that stands,
of the struggles endured.
Each drop of a second,
Mirrored in an instant.
The glimpses that once were.
Moments that shaped destinies.
Moments that sculpted mutinies.
Moments that wielded epiphanies.
Moments that sharded litanies.
Moments that marked deceptions.
Yet we stand here upon,
Another year gone.
And Another to Embark.
As we sail on this river,
Thats an unpredictable tempest.
Sure to thrill and chill,
Eager to flow on forever.


Happy New Year!!! 2007!!!

Salaam-E-Ishq

Ishq hai kya
Koi na Jaane yahaan.
Jannat Hai Wahan.
Jahan Ishq hai sama.
Tanhai Bhi Meeti hai,
Jab Dil Ishq Pe fida hai.
Kaante Bhi Chubte,
Aasoo na bahenge hum.
Ikraar kiya hai unse,
Ishq ke naam par.
Vaada hai jeena zindagi bar.
Saath Saath yahaan.
Mannat hai hamari,
Ishq se
Dil ke Daayre par
kabhi na tum vaar karo.
Baas Thaam Jao
Hamare Zindagi Mein,
Rangat bari Duniya Lekar.
Safar Kare Har Pal,
Kushiyon Ke Dor ke aur.
Ashq hai Ishq se,
Ishq hai Har jahan.
Tumhe Mera Salaam.

The first snow...

You stood there,
With winds bellowing.
Your hair flying.
The cold engulfs you.
Your face flushed red.
You tighten your hold.
Looking up above.
A grey blanket spread.
With pecks of blue in between.
Making up its mind.
To clear or cover.
Hide and Seek by the sun.
Keeps you afoot.
Tingles of chill run all over.
Feeling tickled on the face.
You see the first speck,
Vaguely visible in sight.
A white crystal like a star.
Reflecting a cold sun's ray.
Gently settling on the floor.
A carpet of white elegance.
Lies ahead your path.
The wondrous beauty to see.
Even though a little cold it may be.
The sight of seeing your first snow.
Is a joy in itself.
Nature's hand at work,
A white marvel indeed.