Just write..

It's nice to write what you feel.
Even if it's something real or reel.
It's like summer after winter,
It's a form of unconditional love.
Words don't have to mean the same.
Different minds can show what's in a name.
The form and language different in its way.
The heart and soul; the same path they sway.
Race and caste or creed and colour cannot stop you.
For all you know their love might be true.
Writing is a passion, writing is love.
Write when you're bored or now.

Sky

Sky O sky,

Gentle as you go by.

Violent and ferocious at times,

All the people praying in riddles and rhymes.

The sun sailing and setting,

You're like the sea, calm, quiet and raging otherwise.

Different shades every day,

Blue, orange, black and grey.

The birds flying, oh, so high!

Singing and stretching as they fly.

There's not a day that passes by without being fascinated by your theme-less days,

Not one but in a million ways.

Who am i?

Who am I?
Do you know me?
Does anyone know me?
Different shades of grey I show,
Different shades of white.
Different people everyday,
Not one stands by..
All the black patches sewn,
And all the new holes.
But still the same coat I wear,
Purity revealed through the pores.
Wonder what i look like,
When people stare at me, through their eye.
Holding my head up high.
One question in my mind..
Who am I?

The guy next door

Not many write about their neighbor. Most of them writing will be either fiction or someone else's life.
This guy, is one unique person I've come across till today. At 23, he is looking forward to life in a different perspective than what I've heard from my cousins and other friends. I still remember the first time i saw him. The first impression was like a bomb exploded on my face; he was so CUTE! With a height of 5"11, he looked dashing and charming, sitting on the balcony....smoking! Nevertheless, we spoke. But not on short terms. Just a hi and bye now and then. I still remember once i had helped his girlfriend to escape from his place. She succeeded with hilarious efforts. Three years of having him as a neighbor, brought out some rib-cracking, hilarious scenes! I never knew him until recently. And i never knew we'd become good friends!

So, i dedicate this to my neighbor- DARSHAN! :) 

girls

Sometimes I wish I were born as a guy. It would have saved everyone from their present misery! Not that I shop much or not that I create tantrums, but there are times when i wish i were born as a guy. Not everyone knows the beauty of being a girl. The hardships we go through, the tantrums guys test us with and all the challenges we accept to please others. I'm proud to be a girl, a girl who believes in oneself, a girl who needs a small nudge as a waking up call from her day dreams, a girl who loves to shop for herself but others and a girl who loves to hang out with everyone she finds interesting. Our very existence defines humankind! What would men do without us? It's funny even trying to imagine a world without women, the whole place like a garbage dump and stinking socks everywhere and whatnot! We define beauty, grace and poise. Have you ever wondered how a girl feels? If not, do not even TRY because you'll get nowhere..

why i dance..

when i dance, the world changes. everything comes at me in a different perspective. i feel like
i'm the only thing living on earth. is this feeling true? or is it just another dream of mine? it gives me joy and pleasure and i forget all the pressure. its a part of me and my soul. i wonder what i would do without it. i know people who make fun of me, but that's not something i can stop my passion and life for. let them go, forget them and they will automatically shut up.
the early morning stretches and bends might pain but once they're done all i have is gain.
the motions and the rhythm of the song, the wind blowing on my face, the sun shining bright. the feeling of being free and the worth of living shown on my face when i smile.
for those who love what you do.. you know how it feels! :)