i see hope.

when she looks back,and waits for me to hold her hand and help her cross the road,
i see hope,
when she holds my hands tight,and ripples her fingers through mine,
i see hope,
when she brushes her hair away from her forehead,and looks into my eyes to never look away,
i see hope,
when she digs her head in my neck,and hugs me hard,too scared to let go,
i see hope,
like the wind she sways,into my arms she falls and stays,
like a little girl she plays,like an angel my name she says,
she floats like a cloud,she walks like a queen,
she runs like a wave,and stops like a scene,
her eyes speak,like i wish my poems would,
her hair fly,like i wish my paper plane thoughts could,
i remember her smell too,and so does the river which froze with her fragrance,
i remember her voice yes,and so does the cuckoo who envies her with vengeance,
when she walks up to me,and whispers in my ear,that she loves me,
i see hope,
when she rests on my shoulder,and kisses me on my lips,so gently that my heart leaps with joy and sinks knowing the moment would be over soon,
i see hope,
yes,i see hope,
hope that when i wake up from this dream one day,
this story would be real,and she'd be mine.

And one fine day.

And one fine day,
i'll tell you what it feels like,
to travel fifty miles everyday,
to stand in a forty degree sun for hours,
to count the number of puffs i smoke,just to make it more fun,
to walk around in the rhythm of the traffic that surrounds me,
to watch the birds in the sky fly in a pattern,and see them fly away,
to watch the dogs sleep on the pavements,
to watch the airplanes come and go,from,and to,different places.
And one fine day,
i'll tell you what it feels like,
to do it all,
just to see you come out of your college gate,
once.

A Dreamer's Diary

And just another monday came..
He was late,like always,but he couldnt care less..
Alarms,for him,were always a mess..
He swooped out of his luxurious bed..
So luxurious,that people would kill for it..
Dressed up in a while,and walked out..
Of his multi-million pound mansion..
Towards his wheeled mean luxury machine ..
His world of immense luxury..
The world he had always dreamt of..
When he was young..
When he used to pass the villas of the super wealthy..
On his tattered motorbike..
Short of money,short of trends,
Short of friends..
But not short of dreams..
And he dreamt of luxury..
When he was young.
Grooving his car,he smiled to himself..
Remembering his old days..
And as he passed his garage..
He looked around to seek a glimpse..
Of his old tattered motorbike..
Kept like an aged queen.
He drove into the city..
Where people ran after him..
A star he was,a young tycoon..
He ruled this city's midnight..
He ruled this city's afternoon.
He donned the most expensive suits..
And smelled of the most exotic scents..
With an air of gods,he walked around..
They called him the player of the royal kents.
A life of fame,and a life of class..
He was everything everyone wanted to be..
And when his wheels drove past the lanes..
He saw women peeking around,for just a look of him..
He went to the biggest of the clubs..
And swam in the prettiest lakes around..
He flew in the best of the chartered flights..
And escaped in the valleys of richest safaris.
In all the parties,he was huddled around..
And girls would wink,on every sight he left free..
If he'd want,for his pleasure and lust..
He couldve waved his hand,and all would come..
Just to be with him once,to touch him,to smell him..
But he never did.
A magnificent life,he lived they said..
A brilliant dream,he reaped they said..
But they didnt know,at the end of the day..
He drove back home,to be home alone..
Sipped some wine,with no one to cheer it with..
He looked out of the window,and saw his life revolve..
And looked around,at his luxurious dome..
And remembered the day,she left him back on his own..
And he earned the world,to replace the seed she'd sown..
But now tonight,and everynight..
He wondered and thought,if it could,or might..
Replace the heart,he dumped which in the ground..
And is it all worth,of not having her around?

the never ending hope

ust like a young kid would see..

up at the sky,towards the clouds..

searching for the shapes..

of birds,of things,of gifts,of dreams..

i've looked at this world,towards the people..

searching for the hope..

of satisfaction,of redemption,of love..

but clouds,they fly..

to never come back..

and i look up to find,something new everytime..

and why should i cry for the bygone clouds..

but then i know,the shapes of hope..

went along and flew..

its like the star,that i saw one night..

and i watched it shine,with awe and fright..

awe of love,and the fright of loss..

to be lost in a thousand stars..

but the star is bound,by the night that holds it..

maybe it wishes to fly free..

but cant,its just another star,and the night its queen..

i wished that star,eve if somewhere up and above..

would break apart some day and fall..

to be free of the night..

to be on its own..

to be away from all of it..

and that someday,i'll see the star,not losing it in a thousand others..

and when it would fall..

it will be my wishing star.