Is there any harm

Is there any harm,

to love someone?

And in return,

be loved by someone.

Is there any harm,

to be at leisure?

With someone in the woods,

and with our own pleasure.

Is there any harm,

to hope for the best?

Even when the morale is low,

and time is put to test.

Is there any harm,

to follow the soul?

When thinking from mind,

may not be the goal.

Something is new in my life….

Its for no one to decide,

what I am upto!

Nor about what I’ve been doing,

and nothing of going to do!

Neither the sky above,

nor the earth around.

Not a thing of silence,

nor the slightest sound.

Let the world stop its quest,

when I am at my joyous best.

Even I forbid myself

to contemplate on my plans!

Allow my soul to rest on future,

and as the time spans!

My life shapes out of my own hand,

and I smile at the castle of sand!

Something is new in my life,

about miles away from older strife.

Within my heart, I realize

a seemingly mystique boom.

But let me tell you,

its only when, love begins to bloom.

There lies a thought

There lies a thought ,

in a corner of my heart.

About a lovely girl,

who stole it apart.

The thought seems to grow,

day in and out.

Without a second look,

or a little doubt.

The thought develops further,

each night and day.

It compels my heart somehow,

to speak out and say.

Even when I write something,

or scribble a tiny dot.

About a lovely girl,

there lies a thought.

I prayed so long

I prayed so hard,

I prayed so long,

to listen to your word,

and to hear your song.

Your words last heard,

are now drifting away.

The thoughts we shared,

are now shifting away.

But, I prayed so long.

And believed in His power.

Like a hopeless peasant,

waiting for a shower.

I get a wonderful feeling,

that my prayers shall be answered.

Transforming this silence,

into the resonance of your word.

Finally will come your word,

which didn't for so long.

Few words together,

will bring a love-song.

Perhaps

Once you’ll see through my heart,

perhaps we’ll never be apart.

One day you’ll be hand-in-hand,

perhaps we’ll share and understand.

With the dew-fall in sight,

perhaps we’ll meet in the moon-light.

Or on the leaf we’ll find no dew,

perhaps it all depends on you.

Now as I have again found you,

perhaps my dreams will come true.

Stronger than ever will be our ties,

perhaps you’ll just live in my eyes.

Like the twinkling stars you’ll shine,

perhaps you’ll never be mine.

From me, you’ll be far away,

perhaps I’ll never live for that day.

May be I’ll recall you for  years,

perhaps it will bring in some tears.

Or my eyes will always be dry,

perhaps each single day I’ll cry.

Often I wonder....

Often I wonder, idly as I lie,

thinking of time and how it passes by.

Making airy castles of plans,

to be accomplished in the future,

as time spans.

But in reality, it never accomplishes,

as heaps of work for me never finishes.

Often I wonder, is time the thief,

or am I ?

As work remains pending,

due to procrastination and,

expectations to belie.

Again come the new thinking ways,

but, work remains pending as always.

Often I wonder, at time and its mystic ways.

Thinking of it, I get amazed.

At its bizarre antiquities,

as my soul is fazed.

Time goes on and on,

with its ticking sound.

Keeping us mysteriously and

totally bound.

But time goes on, days pass by.

It brings us close to the

penultimate sky.

Then, it might bring us gain,

but, also lead us to the road

of vain.

Having mountains to climb,

peaks to scale,

at that desperate moment ,

any consolation is to no avail.

Its time, the unique ‘time’,

that brings joy and does blunder.

So, about it ,often I wonder.

About time, often I wonder.