Manifestations of Love

Don't look so deep into my eyes, it makes me feel proud. 

Don't talk about the chimera of your life, its like a fool's paradise.

Don't think you know everything, when actually you are a bonehead.

Look at me!

I am the epitome of perspicacity. 

I have the essence of ardor in my life.

Who knows the strength of knowledge, without an ingenious brain?

Who knows the magic of colors, without a life of perseverance? 

Who knows the power of love, without ever being compassionate?

And Look at you.

An in-cognizant soul.

And you want to argue with me! 

Test the skyline of Love!

O Lord!

Apology for the altercation.

I am a ponderous soul.

The meaning of Love is Indefinite, I know 

I know the anxieties of life.

The wistful longings are not unknown. 

For I know you, my Angel.

Your resentment will abate my inspiration.

Love for me is anonymous feeling,

But fancy for it will always sustain. 

What I say is what I want, 

Maybe not a reflection...

For its manifestations are so apparent,

As there's always a fear of profanation. 

A lot like Love.. a lil' like Chocolate

...and once again I'm sitting 'at the window of my room', with all my fingers dipped in chocolate syrup, licking  every bit of Dairy Milk Silk... ravishing temptation to a soul like me... my face all painted with chocolate and my each attempt to pour in more and more of it seems like a baby trying to cuddle her most loved doll and convincing herself for the separation she had to bear from her doll because of the school hours. How depressing it would have been for her doll to stay alone for such a long time... is known just to her, and so does her affectionate cuddle explain her happiness on meeting her back again. My heart and soul dipped in the blissful chocolaty dreams... and the thought that strikes me, reminds me of the similar feeling of sitting at the window of my room.
The refreshing breeze from the window brushing and caressing me like never before... as if convincing me to get involved, to let go off things... to stop for a moment, and like its caressing flow... allowing me to flow along in the miraculous spiral of ever so desirable life. Every time brushing aside the flicks of hair covering my eyes, I feel my throbbing heart. With the whiff of air, trying really hard to uncover my veil, and let the world know the beauty I'm trying to hide inside... Nothing else can be as soothing as knowing the ardent attempts you make to amaze me with the energetic and stimulating advances. I know your wistful longing that keeps me engaged with the plethora of your adulatory progression on every curve of my skin. I feel so much  instigated by your puff... O breeze! You bring me such a delightful evening...

Rishtey

It was just last night while flipping through the pages of my diary I saw these lines, I wrote when in class 10th I saw something which completely shook me from inside... and it is dedicated to that girl, whose story I will never forget, and will always be an inspiration for me.

Hain banaye rishtey jo bhagwan ne,
insaano ne sada nibhaye
par jane kyu kuch log abhi bhi
ye baat na jaan paye -
shayad ek ladki ne sada
in rishto mein aapne armaan hain dabaye
samaj ki prathaon ne usse sada
anchahe kaaj karvaye...

kyu nar-nari mein badhta jata
ye ling bhed adhikar hai,
kyu jan-jan aaj bhi
karta ek hi baat hai.
ladki nahi tum ho aaina
sambhalna iss jag mein bhaar hai,
tut gaya to paapi kehlaya
varna sundar uphaar hai. 

Spontaneous soul with an unknown thought,
Going somewhere,
All alone...
A sudden blow, so calm so soft,
Like a breeze it makes me flow...

I know it's you who makes me smile...
I know it's you, who is always by my side...

For this thought strikes me every time
I know there's something hidden behind,
The eyes which look so tense, so sharp,
Trying to figure out who you are.