Saturday, December 31, 2011

The New Sunrise



A familiarity it seems I have
With the moment I am seeing
A conking evening it seems
Feeling the aroma; wishes & smiles caking
I have been through it before too
I have heard the voices similar
People’s handshakes & their chaining.
Pyrotechnic arts and fireworks around
Tiny little bells’ jingling fogbound.
Yes! I recall what it is
New year eve’s flock it is
A welcome to the coming year
Celebration at its beginning.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Being Aspirer




Who is the one, that has come along,
Haven’t met distress, happiness among.
A seed is sown, a hope is grown
And when it’s a sapling, there comes blabbering
That one day it will grow, fruits it will show
Shadow will be around, pleasure profound.
And then it’s not hope, wider is its scope
Has turned into dream, an auspicious scheme.

Look the difference my friend, in small words I lend
That was the needle, you had selected
To sew your life, that was uncoordinated.
But the finger got pricked; your soul got tricked
Incidents that existed, has made strength go tested.
And if I am not wrong, you weren't played for long
You should be thankful, at least a handful
To the God that’s right, with whom we can’t fight.

What’s so nice, if you continue to slice
You know the pain, as it’s you who has the burn.
Look wider this time; and let life sublime
The life is real, which you must live with zeal,
You can’t skip the bad part, like life in reel.
You have earned something, a lesson to learn.
And it’s already so sad, so why let go further bad?



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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

I will come back



A kind of attachment I grow
Where ever I live,
My vacant hostel reminds something
And I dont wanna leave,
This is so, I believe.

However sweet the home is,
A kind of being myself is here,
Like the bolt on the door is.
And I have locked the door
with somebody inside,
And thats my lonely piece there,
Hauling its roar
Calling my name wide.

Why is it so sad
Among the smiles on the pad?
Hey! I will come back,
Wait for me,
Look for my imprints on rack.
I will turn,
With every setting sun,
For you only
My partner at my lonely.
Hey! I will come back. 

Sunday, November 6, 2011

I Am Alone...


On a crowded road,
I walked aside;
They leapt past me,
My existence at hide;
And then escaped a moan,
I am alone…

I got worried,
With their turmoil and despair;
I extended my hands to help,
But they cut them in pair;
And then cried the unfair loan,
I am alone…

I played the game,
Snubbed their rules wicked,
With my rules of moral fame;
But I lost and fell;
And then pained my broken bone,
I am alone…

I fell in love,
With a girl my first;
But she moved away,
Left my heart to burst;
And then screamed my heart sewn,
I am alone…

I don’t know,
How do I feel;
I don’t know,
What’s in the reel;
But then says my mind blown,
I am alone…



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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Delusion of Love...



Once, I lived on a tree,
With everything green around
And other birds pretty.
An elegant view of hillock,
Where lived a little dunnock.
She came here,
Quite near;
She sang for us,
With no fear.
That day should have never ended;
When our eyes had met,
And she had smiled.


Tree had no bells,
But wind had chime,
With a voice so fine,
And a schematic rhyme.
Sunny galore of spring,
Had sent us warmth,
Clung with love in his ring.
And Cupid had sent Raven,
With flowers her favourite,
From garden of his heaven.
That day should have never ended;
When our eyes had met,
And she had smiled.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

I Found A Lonely Me...


Feeble dimmed steps,
Irradiated my eyes
Quilt’s beneath;
Awakened me
From lust in ream,
And broke the infatuated dream.
I moved to see,
I heard some heart throbs;
I found a lonely me.
It looked like day;
Or may be moonlight,
I say.
Fog with desire,
Impounded with ire,
Showed its love,
On my glassy window;
Their sexual intimacy,
Was there at show;
Passion in their cosmos,
Which I couldn’t mow.

Friday, October 28, 2011

If I Could Fly...


If I could fly,
I would flee high,
Up into the sky,
Where every night is Diwali,
Resides our Almighty,
And his ruling ecstasy.
Where stars are lover,
Of their velvety cover.
Together they form
Constellations among,
Their vast spread out,
Astro miles away,
Their rapping gleams,
And albumen ray.

I sigh,
For if I could defy,
The heated 'Surya',
I would flee high,
Up into the sky,
To lift it up
From the green paddy,
And move it above
Up into the blue howdy.
You have your adorned 'Rath',
But still on every 'Chath',
Why you move slow
And delay in every go?
Don’t make devotees weak,
With your move slow
Again on this festive streak.
Bless us with light
With your intense bright,
Make us brave
And vanish our fright.

Don’t fold our wishes
Into pile of files,
Like those police cases
In our human races,
Which has no ending,
No justice;
And always kept pending.
This time, do some quicky,
Shower us with love
And some happy squeaky.
Or else I will fly,
I will fly high,
Up into the sky,
Where you live in your hive.
I won’t wait
And make my cries thrive,
I have learnt from my races,
So I won’t forget to carry,
A token of bribe…


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(Happy Festive lights, and a very Happy Chath Puja to all my friends... :) )

Thursday, October 20, 2011

My Nanny Granny...


Tucked up in saree nicely
Lit up with makeup lightly,
Fat around with emotions heavy
Lived here my nanny granny.
Does the divinity
And Supreme serenity
Reside in stony deity only?
I asserted
That they belong to my old lady.
With rich inside, and grace allied,
Here lived my nanny granny.