An Ode to HIMYM


A moment of serendipity or the moments of truth 
It has been years so what should we do
He saw the signs and endured the extremes 
To tell the universe this was where he was meant to be. 

So he grew up , matured
Stopped doing the fun thing anymore 
His choices changed but love remained the same
Eventually he started loosing the game.

But he gathered himself up,next
To give it another  chance 
BANG, he tried to make that dent
Only to realise life punched him back. 

Yet he rose again
And gave life another shot 
He tasted the music of serendipity,love  
But ended up loosing it all.

It has been few years or so 
And the year is 2030 , you know 
He steals the same blue trumpet, you saw
To finally meet the love , he let go ;) 


I wrote again ....

i wrote again

The temptation to write,hit me with a stride
I couldn't chide,so I wrote again.

Those flashing thoughts,begot what once I left
So I picked up the pen to write again.

Of the places I visited,the people I met
The stories I picked,on my way uphill.

I wanted to tell , everyone in the world
What I saw , How I felt ? For all the years I did not tell.

The stories of heart
How buddies part, with pain within.

The things no-one tells
And I wrote again of how we all felt.

The things we want, the things we get
How we throw away the goodness in self.

The changing colors,the shades of grey
 Of everybody I met on the way.

Life ain't for the weak of the heart , at every step we are put down.
To rise up again and fight for what we want.

It's Complex Life is all I can tell
So I picked up the pen & ......


Sitting by the Window-Pane ...

Sitting by the window pane, All i could do was think of you.
Sitting by the window pane,glancing on the street
All I could do was think of you.
With a heavy heart , I saw the flash
Memories of you , gripped me with a splash.

I felt the warmth , of you holding my hand
I was so secured , so complete, 
When I held you in my grasp
All these memories kept flashing by.
To the moment when we used to be,
Together under this sun.
Flocking like the doves
Eventually flying to our mystical world.

Where we held each others hands, 
Promising to never part.
And then the time would freeze 
Acknowledging the gleam.
You were the one i cared for,
Your Love i adored.
My heart would go on 
Always for you. 

Every time i met you for the first time
And i praised my luck for you were mine
Those penetrating eyes, why does time flies
I saw all the love yet the pleasure denied.
I felt so sensuous when you glanced
Sultry when you held me in your arms
It was shear love , i knew
But then i choose wrong,throwing away my best chance. 

Sitting by the window pane,glancing in my room
All i could do was think of you.
With a heavy heart , i drew the curtains
Memories will reside and eyes would shed tear drops.
Sitting by the window pane, All i could do was think of you.
[Context : A poem from the perspective of a girl who loved someone but could not commit under the pressure of the Society , Specially written on a friend's request]
[Note : Enjoy reading it and obviously point out the short comings]

The silver you hold in thy grip

I have always wondered,
The silver you hold in thy grip
Universe, you are about to unleash,
Is so beautiful for anyone to keep
Ohh!! love the way , when u blow it with every kiss.
What makes you dream so big
Every star twinkling like this.
The sheen reflects the glitter of hope
Tells me to believe in the beauty it holds

So many worlds rumble
So many people sigh
Ohh !!! when you blow it with thy kiss
The charm of love gratifies
The love you spread
The happiness personifies.
You the angel of love
Where could I find thee
I wish to seek thee before I die.

With every rumble, every breeze
Every word that nature speaks
Carries the essence of love you spread
I just want to hold onto my stars
Out of the ones you unleash from thy hand.
But I wish I could collect the silver
And submit it back in your hands
So that you may blow me a kiss again
Unleashing the life you hold in thy grip

And this time I shall collect every star
All the dreams that i once missed out
Every star shall symbolize the people I met
far or near , I would keep them instead.
A summary of the lifetime
Showered with the love
That You blow with every kiss.
How could you unleash the silver you hold in thy grip,
I have always wondered.

By Your Side

With every passing moment
When you are by my side
I had always wished the time to standby
Let me sight you with admiration.
For you are once in a generation
And i am happy to be in your legion.

I feel younger when i am with you
So stupid and kiddish like an eight year would do
I promise you the moon and all the glittering stars
And with them would weave the glittering yarn
And under the gleaming star studded sky
We will take the holy vows, which will grow stronger as time flies.

Let me enjoy the moments where you belong
You are the spring, you are the rain
I guess you are worth every pain
But when you are by my side
Every thing else subsides
Only Our Love meets the bare sight.

Sometimes i feel stupid
Your beauty makes me dumb
You charm me with your magical eyes
And everytime i look in them ,am mesmerised.
Such a charming person u have been,
So cute with thy grin.

It's just that i could not express myself
Words wont come out by themselves
Love is altogether a different ball game
Every day i say 'I love you',is not the same
Yet all the efforts, it takes to tell this to you
Happy and Joyous, I will always be with you.

[Context : A poem about a girlfriend being idolized by her lover,specially written on a friend's request ]
[Note : Enjoy reading it and obviously point out the short comings ]

Full of surprises,making me keen.

As i sit by me to introspect
Pondering over the different aspects
I wonder how the life has been
Full of surprises,making me keen.

When i look around at the friends i have
Astonishing me on the life i crave
Merry and joyful as they all have been
Full of surprises,making me keen.
What have i done to deserve such happiness
Silly question as i must say with frankness
But still what would the answer have been
Full of surprises,making me keen.

Then i think of me as a person
All the good and bad that has made me.
What else would the life have been
Full of surprises,making me keen.

And then i shake this weariness off
I cannot live this life on a couch
If's and But's have always been,
Let me break these chains,i have always been keen.

[Context : The poem is written on a Girl[Stuti Arora] who thinks greatly about her life and 

the way her random thoughts take shape and how she handles them,written on a friend's request ]
[Note : Enjoy reading it and obviously point out the short comings ]
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