The life is a train...

As his body passed the gate,
A long whistle echoed in the sky.
As he began his last voyage,
A train was heard at a distance.

And out of his coffin
He pept unto the rising smoke.
Long forgotten years opened their wings
And made unto him a fleeting dive.

Crossing the pastures of life
He steered his train thro’ countless seasons.
Standing at the helm of matchless distances
He brought home a whole generation.

And the rhythm of wheels was his life,
The rising steam was his very breathe.
With the flying meads he shared a song,
Unto the silent nights he said a prayer.

And crossing the rills and many hills,
Taverns and multitude Junctions,
He reached his last post,
He took his train to the safest shores.

those days that i couldn't forget...

confused mind with different thoughts,
couldn't judge 'em ;right or wrong.
prayed and prayed to reveal the truth,
but,was fallen blindly in love.
couldn't believe my eyes when together,
couldn't trust my ears when together,
but,controlled myself wen together,
that led to me in state of blankness.
loved and loved even then,
that helped to reveal more and more.
depressed mind with sleepless nites,
getting disturbed often and often..
Felt as if losing myself wholly
went for pegs and smokes for peace,
but,held myself from moving furthur.
Couldn't get peace bein at home,
started going here and there,
felt the taste of being lonely again,
that made me to b in bike for long..
my mind got tied up with stress,
that changed me alot day by day,
fell on road once;escaped by chance
that made me think,not so fine.
no one near from my home,
made me think of every bad moves,
blessed me with some helping souls,
who helped me to reach over here.
still gets disturbed by those colourless words,
awakes by hearing calling my name,
knows not fine to move so furthur,
will b coming out with my aims beyond.

A LEGENDRY TRAVELLER

Feeling for the winds of yore
The old man glanced at the fabulous river.
Sitting under the shades
He screwed up his beard in reflection.

And it was a silent march of decades,
A parade of seasons upon his chest.
And into the winds and rains of his past
He steered his ferry; memories ever green.

These banks were his cradle
These waters were his contended life.
From the age of eight to eighty three
This ferry was synonym of his life.

And across these banks
He ferried his pastures and dreams.
Upon these waters and winds of yore
He left a tale for the passing clouds.

Within the winds and the winding courses
He met his life with all affections.
And beyond these hamlets, these surging waters
He steered not his ferry and dreams.

The Truth

Why it is so hard to tell the truth
And face your own weaknesses
To admit that you have done wrong
And see yourself from naked eyes of others

You can hide the reality from world
But how would you face yourself
How would you try to rationalize your faults?
When you know it affected so many souls

I wish once I could gather the courage
And don’t pretend to be all saint
Admit my wrongs and get rid of horrible thoughts
How I wish these terrible dreams to stop
In which I see my self from naked eyes of others

May be one day I will face my self
Before this body burns to ashes
I don’t want to carry the burden any further
And want to see my self from naked eyes of others

That day I will be enlightened
An open book for others
Oh how light I will feel
Like a feather flying in cool breeze
If I could just once gather the courage
To tell the truth and face the world
To stand with my face up to see the hatred
In the naked eyes of others

We walk together,

in this rain,

hand held in hand,

with smiles of joy;

exchanging glances,

that maintain,

this unity will not be cloyed.

So calm we feel,

so full of grace;

but our embrace,

is soon replaced,

by mournful grief,

brought upon,

so suddenly,

by streaks of light,

a truly blinding,

magnificent sight,

of lighting that

with curious aim,

strikes my head,

and as it splats,

I fall in shivers,

beneath your feet,

soon to part,

into eternal sleep,

while sweetest lover,

You kick my corpse,

into the gutter,

and walk on by

in silence.

My childhood days

Standing all alone
When I looked at my past
I realized that life
Has changed a lot

Gone were those days
Those childhood days
When I had a sweet
And cute face
It has now become
One of the phase


Tat sweet face of mine
With a mischievous look
And Filled with innocence
Like an incense
And a lovely smile
All awhile…


I wish I cud
Be The same
But I know
It wont be the same
Never and ever
My childhood
Oh tat sweet days
has become
a lovely memory
To think
And wonder upon

I still remember
Those small small fights
Which I fought
With my friends
Which sometimes lasted
For a whole night
And sometimes
Just for a few seconds
Now it seems to me
How silly those were!
But then
It wasn’t u know
Because then I was
Just a child

As a child
Each and everything
Around me
Was so fascinating
And the world
Awed me

Those questionings
Which people around
Sometimes found as
Irritating and silly
Though it didn’t
To me
as a child

That childhood days
Free from worries
And tensions
And botherations
Lying in those
Caring Arms
of my parents
Who took
So much care of me
Without getting hurt….
It was really
A wonderful life
Like a free bird…
It was simply wonderful…

As a child
Those pure thoughts
Without any corruption
Nor any bad intentions
And preconceptions
And accepting things
Without suspicion
That young heart
Is really something
Which I am never
Going to get back
But will be always
remembered




I long for those
happy days sometimes
Though I know
It never would be
Mine……
Again……
Because you know
Life has it own
Way………

તમે ક્યાંના ક્યાં જઈને બેઠા છો આજે ?

કયા કારણોથી ને કોના પ્રતાપે, તમે ક્યાંના ક્યાં જઈને બેઠા છો આજે ?
કહો, કોણ કોના હિસાબો તપાસે ? તમે ક્યાંના ક્યાં જઈને બેઠા છો આજે ?

હતો મૂળનો ને રહ્યો મૂળમાં હું, તમે ચાલ સમજી લીધી’તી સમયની,
બનીને મજાના ફળ ઊંચેરી ડાળે, તમે ક્યાંના ક્યાં જઈને બેઠા છો આજે ?

હતી શ્વાસમાં જે દિશાઓ, હવાઓ અને સાથે રહેવાની વણખાધી કસમો,
છું હું એ જ છાતીના તૂટ્યા પ્રવાસે, તમે ક્યાંના ક્યાં જઈને બેઠા છો આજે ?

મળો ઝંખનામાં, મળો યાદમાં ને મળો સ્વપ્નમાં પણ ને અલમારીઓમાં
દબાયેલા આલ્બમના એકાદ પાને તમે ક્યાંના ક્યાં જઈને બેઠા છો આજે ?

કદી એક રાવણ, કદી કંસ એક જ હતા પૂરતા તમને અવતારવાને,
અમે આજે લાખો-હજારો વચાળે, તમે ક્યાંના ક્યાં જઈને બેઠા છો આજે ?

વિરહ, ઝંખના, યાદ, દુઃખ સઘળું ટાઢું, કયા ફેફસાંમાંથી હું આગ કાઢું ?
પવન જોઈએ જે અગનને જીવાડે, તમે ક્યાંના ક્યાં જઈને બેઠા છો આજે ?

સમય, શબ્દ ને અર્થની બહાર આવી, બધી ઈચ્છા ત્યાગી ને હોવું વટાવી,
ઊભો છું ક્ષિતિજપારના આ મુકામે, તમે ક્યાંના ક્યાં જઈને બેઠા છો આજે ?