A memorable moment

Blew by wind to heavenly place, led by god
Realized am not an angel nor fairy, to fill any life with pleasure,
Neither a Princess nor Goddess, to make any one's presence proud,
Neither a rose nor jasmine, to fill fragrance around any,
A withered, dead, dry flower, with no fragrance, no life,

Blew by wind to heavenly place,
Promising god to be back, I made my way towards you.
Swirling around you, made your eye to catch my sight,
Enjoyed the pleasure of being yours, just your own,
When thy hand stretched towards me, to feel me,

Blew by wind to heavenly place,
Fell at your feet, within glimpses of your eye,
kissed your feet, Small quavering voice after long time,
With tears in eyes, and vision blurred,
Made a memorable note, Your arms deserve an angel not me.

Blew by wind to heavenly place,
Made my words to float in air, for few minutes, until I quit,
Thank you charm, Thank you, making me feel to be yours, in my dreams,
Marking it the last memorable moment, I lived with you,
Back to my promise, blew by wind to heavenly place, my last destination.

Wondered!!

Wondered when jumped from being kid to teenage,
And started to dream about all fantasies in mirage,
Now a state of adulthood, remembering my childhood,
Days spent with parents, friends and fluctuating mood,
Desires floated, Still floating in mind,
With utmost speed, magic and color like a running hind,

questions of what?

Heart feels, what?, is known for heavenly lord,
Mind says two words, for thy, stay alert,
Fluctuating sometimes here, then somewhere,
Heart scared, mind cries, say my heavenly lord,
Whatz my fate,
Dont decide know, just move on, Your number comes,
Just wait good to happen with you,
Will it be good or a terrible one.
Scared to face the world,
Whatz my world, my path, Whatz there for me.
SO many questions, unable to get along, questions of what?

A Prayer

Bless me god, Oh heavenly lord.

Make me blind, than viewing absurd,
Which would make me think and do wrong.

Make me dumb, than uttering those,
which would ruin my life forever.

Make me deaf, than hearing those,
which would make me cry, guilty and down.

Want to be an innocent kid holding my mothers hand,
Following her foot steps,
Its just she all around me..
She my love, my dreams, my thoughts, my life.

Bless me god, Oh heavenly lord.

Give me strength, courage to strive for my goal,
And make my mom feel proud.

A sonnet on stupid thoughts

Heart feels heavy, many things to share,
Response for my words is unaware.
Heart says a lot, does nothing,
Laziness conquers, leading life to swing.
What am I? what are my desires,
Fills mind with such enquires.
Heart had come across many such contradictions,
Kept moving, with just one determination,
Unable to find whatz that determination strives,
Moving, hoping for achievement that relieves.
Failures are stepping stones,
Heart quotes this with inspiring tones.
All I know is a smile and laugh for a day,
Is enough to live in this world in happy:)

Trying to heal your absence - dedicated to my mom

Eyes still searching around,
With rolling tears,without a sound.

Though heart knew, it would be in vain,
Do foolish acts, to reduce unbearable pain.

Tried to convince, impossibility of survival without thou,
You never took serious, ignored stating me as a fou,

Now, impossibilities is in front of me,
Unable to express you, my tears are true,

From day one, Its become a habit,
Awaiting your interference in all my bit.

Silently crying innermost to break my heart into pieces,
To burst out, so that I would heal your absences.

Fate, Love, Oath

Love deceived peoples in the world,
Would blame their mate in their own word,

Heart would never ever curse thou,
Nor try to explain my feelings towards you,

Thinking u, the one who taught me, what is love?
Getting once love should be in fate,

Fate made us to sink with our frequencies,
Its the same which brought the differences,

You picked up speed and made up to reach heights,
I am lagging behind in your remembrance, Still am in delight,

As I hope, once would make the crest to touch the sky,
And the trough to the deepest point of ocean with my ability,

At the tip of the crest would find myself in zeal,
At the tip of trough, would feel your presence to heal..

Its true, Rage inside persists, without harming both,
As true as, Fate which was not so with both, to have an oath.