That Heartwarming Smile

With every passing day,
I see you moving away,
And the more I want you near,
The farther you are from here.
But when I think of you, one thing that keeps me alive,
Is the memory, of your heartwarming smile.

And now that you stay, to me, that far.
I hope you always, shine like a star.
And keep up with that rocking spirit.
Saying that, "Yes, I can do it."
I hope that with every sunrise,
You are more successful, you are more wise.
May god always bless you, on life's every mile.
May you always have, that heartwarming smile.

What Makes You Beautiful?

A pretty face, a lovely sight,
Every man would wish to see her everyday and wish to think of her every night.
She indeed had those charming looks,
To entice equally the good and the crooks.
And with beauty and brains to combine.
She looked heavenly, she looked divine.
But at the heart she was a devil.
Something on her mind was always evil.

Very next to her lived this simple girl.
Who wasn't pretty to look at but was a dark pearl.
Though she smiled but that was very rare,
And rarely did she open the bundle of her long hair.
Though her looks never gave anyone a start,
But the best thing about her was her beautiful heart.
And if someone stopped by even for a little favor,
She would never ever say never.

So beauty lies in looks or being?
Does it show with showing or in doing?
Which of the two girls within you is prominent and would rule?
It is for you to think and decide, what makes you really beautiful?

And Even When I Longed For It...

Wants and more wants and running behind them like crazy.
Weird and lost, the way seemed so hazy.
When everything was just there they still were lost.
Frozen and cold and refusing to defrost.
From the window pane now all left was dark and wet.
And even when I longed for it, the sun began to set.

There was a pretty time when things were not the same.
I could control them, they were something I could tame.
Life was busy though, but it was happy and gay.
And everything I wanted all happened in my way.
Even the memories of that time give such a joyful feeling.
I wished I could go back and I'm more than willing.

But now I've come so far that the wants need to be met.
And even if I long for it, the sun will always set.

Why are you still carrying her?

Two monks left on a pilgrimage leaving their temple of silver,
On their long and tiresome way they came across a river.
Near the banks they saw a lady in her own worry,
She was dressed in finery, emeralds and jewelery.

One of the monks went to her to ask her cause of tension.
She said,"There is only one that I would like to mention.
I want to cross the river wide and move on the other side,
But with the finery that I have worn it's difficult to cross the river wide."

The monk agreed to drop her on the other side of the river,
And so they crossed the river wide within almost an hour.
The monk left the lady on the banks and did forget,
The two monks together began their journey ahead.

After an hour the other monk began to complain,
"How come you walked with that lady in your alms in vain?
Why didn't you want the rules of monks to abide?
Why did you lift her to the river's other side?"

The monk initially decided to continue his quiet walk,
But the other monk had no intention to stop his talk.
The monk then replied with a small laughter,
"My friend I left her an hour back but why are you still carrying her?"

शब्द नसतील त्या ओठांना कोण काय सांगे ?

बोलके ते डोळे आणि त्यातुनी जे दिसे,
पण मज कडेना ते मज काय म्हणत असे.

वाट पाहत ते कुठल्या क्षणाची असे काही प्रश्न पडले,
कडेना त्यातल काही, तरीही मनाला ते आवडले.

भिजलेल्या त्या डोळयांखाली कापणारे ओठ,
दोघे सुंदर - देखणे , कौतुकच मोठ.

काय विचार तडमडी त्या ओठांवर कोण जाने,
शब्द नसतील त्या ओठांना कोण काय सांगे ?

ओंजळ्भर पाण्यानी जो चेहरा नीट पुसला,
ओठानवरचा भाव आता डोळ्यांवर लपला.

खुप कही दडलेले त्यात न बोलता,
काही दाखवण्याचा प्रयत्न करत ते काही न सांगता.

पण डोळ्यांचे ते म्हनने मला नुसतेच प्रश्नात टाके,
आणि शब्द नसतील त्या ओठांना कोण काय सांगे ?

Chase

Under the bushes and rusty wind,
It left so far, I couldn't find.
I tried to chase it night and day,
In every possible big-small way.
Yet no traces about it were seen,
Grew eyes for its sight very keen.

The fragrance of it was alive in retrospect,
Everything was beautiful till the time it was kept.
Life was so replenished and perfect,
I could never understand then why it had left.

Trying to collect the pieces now broken,
The heart rejoiced some memories open.
With years the memories just went by,
The rhetoric yet remained as 'why'.

As days passed through, it all became faint.
Now on the old walls was quoted a new paint.
Departed far away the gloom,
Flowers again began to bloom.

It got replaced with one worthwhile,
Which also brought in, a package of smile.
Sometimes the change seemed difficult though,
But better was just to let it go.
And there it went under the bushes and wind,
So far, that I just didn't bother to find.