The Day

I was sitting under the shade of a tree

It was pleasant as the shade has to be

Earth revolved and the sun stared at me!

Those beams like burning arrows falling on me!

One arrow struck a nerve between my heart and mind

Making my desires and thoughts completely blind

I was awake but that beat was hard to find

I asked myself this arrow was of what kind?

From within me came a voice

For ice is not forever ice!

And everything will change when the fire will rise!

I wanted to know more; I had to be precise

With the Book then I took a hike;

It said; with a mountain a mountain will be made to strike

Ups and downs would be made alike

That fire-flood will spare no Dyke

The day that unleashes the burning oven

For it is true and it will b proven

The day when my soul would be broken

In my eyes that image is graven

Now when I know about that arrow

Which shunt my heart and made my thoughts narrow

It is not just mine it is everyone’s sorrow

I can’t lend u my deeds yours I can’t borrow

By now I am out of that shade

I want to have a taste of that swinging blade

I wander, out of me what I have made

The day is close, within dust I would be laid

My imprints on this world each one will fade

She!

That sacred feeling of love
Touches me deep inside somehow
The way I feel her touch
 Commands me not to say much!

The fragrence she spreads in the air
The kindness she puts to wear
My heart for it, is to tear
Its siilence I get to hear!

The moment I tread that lonely road
Her heart sets feet with me on board
For she misses my very sight
Her tears tell me every night!

The warmth which she holds me with
Sheds off my every myth!
She is so gentle! She is so pure!
I have my ailments; She is the cure!

You are the one whom I dote!
My words always miss this note
I should say that; though you already know
At your feet my heart will always bow!

The life of this rhyme is my Mother
These feelings can hold no other
That her feet are my worship-place
She owns me bit by bit trace by trace!

What If

what if the sun never rises again
what if the blood never stopped to drain
what if the flood would never restrain
what if our sorrow had lost its pain
what if our cries were all in vain
what if there was no end to this reign
what if there was no one to complain
what if there were no heights to attain
what if we were made to detain
what if their was no reason to explain
what if we loose it grain by grain

Intro

He was just sitting idle scratching his head waiting for anything to happen around.He almost did everything he could do in the hostel room.Suddenly he comes across a bloggers blog .It impressed him a lot. He was not hat good in writing but as he had nothing else to do ,so he decided to write.So daring of him he was a beginner and decided to write a blog and that too without any home work.He kept on typing rubbish and filling that blog space on his screen.The board was too large for him ,the white-spaces still outdid the black-marks.He was and let me assure you still will be wandering why will any one read his blog.Rather why should anyone read his blog.He still wrote with an optimistic approach that some day someone will definitely read it.This kept him doing his writing work. He was lazy but let me tell you he was never a quitter, he kept on filling whatever came to his mind and left the fate to the readers.

This was his introductory blog and he will come back soon for sure and this time with some homework done.keeping his lazy attitude in mind he promises you that he will start the homework from tomorrow and the next blog will not be so filthy.