The lady by the waves

There she was, standing by the calm evening sea
Her long black hair describing the cool gentle breeze
In a white chiffon top and a blue silken skirt,
She was a vision of loveliness cast in the usual sunset
The hem of her skirt was chased by the frothy waves
And even her slightest movement was defining grace
Lost in the fathomless sea of her thoughts
She stared at the far horizon till the nightfall
The radiance of her smile, the spark in her eyes
Were captured by a curious eye, when she walked by
She was captured on a canvas and the vision filled with colors
Now she stood on the wall, admired by a group of onlookers
There she was standing on the wall of art gallery Vernace,
And there she remained ‘The lady by the waves’.

10 Things I Hate About You!

I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots,
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick;
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

The Evening...

The evening was never meant for,
for you and me to spend together.
It was meant for you to spend the money,
And for me to enjoy the new winterwear collection by 'Honey'!

The Cracked Mirror !

A cracked mirror hung low on the wall,
the big high wall of the Livingston Hall
Every person who visited the Livingston House,
was drawn towards the mirror, drawn too close
They looked into the mirror and saw their distorted face
The spell on the mirror also showed them their distorted fate
They were caught by horror when they looked into the mirror
And curious they became to know the history of the mirror
No living soul knew the history of the mirror
No theory could unveil the horror
The rumors flew
And everybody knew
There lies a house on the big Adrian hill
On this hill, the Livingston House was built
The history of the house was very much known
That of the mirror was still unknown
But everybody knew,
As the rumors flew
There lies a mirror in the Livingston Hall,
Lying low on the big high wall.

people say to me...

People say to me
It's the best thing that we've parted
'cause you know i'm better alone
Don't Explain to me
How much you're Broken Hearted
I'm busy Mending my Own

Fear

My life stopped,
The progress was blocked,
The time frozen,
When I let the fear in contemplation.

THE CHANGE

Things never change! They remain the same as they were in the past and as they are now. Standing on the edge of this cliff, I see the world as I saw it yesterday, day before and the days that passed by. The deep blue fathomless ocean that lies hundreds of feet beneath my feet never stopped trying to reach me with its engulfing waves. The deep forest, that stretched its hands behind me, never stopped trying to lure me into its endless darkness. The unbounded blue sky never stopped its trials to meet the ocean, never stopped enticing me into its limitless extents and never stopped filling my life with the light of hope. The roads into the woods, the roads down the hill never stopped casting their spell on me, to walk on them and reach a place anew. Yet here I am standing at the same old place led by the same old road. Nothing around me changed. It was I who lost myself to changes. From an innocent child seeking the moon and stars to one whom time has changed for good and for bad. And here I stand today, standing at the edge of this cliff, looking at the CHANGE.