Be, What you want to be...

Be

Be, what you want to be

Be, what you want to be

And see the world

Dream what you want to dream

Dream when you want to dream

And live by the dreams.

Lead when you want to lead

Lead where you want to lead

The whole world is yours.

Be what you want to be

Be when you want to be

And see how it makes to be

See how it takes to the world

Walk when you have to walk

Talk when you have to talk

Say what you want to say

And listens whole the world

You be the stars

You be the sky

You be the dreams

Floating so high

Dream what you want to dream

Team with the world

Go where you want to go

Do what you want to do

Rise when you want to rise

The sky is the limit.

Eyes of a beautiful girl

The eyes of the girl

Who joined me for a play

In the childhood one day,

Were lovely.

Pretty, I said, as you look,

Charming, I called as I stood

Close to her holding her hand

Looking not in the eyes,

But on the sand ‘

That spread far and wide

In a wide gulf

That looked more of a gap

Swallowing the sap of couraae,

I tried to utter a three letter syntax

I love you.

She said, not blushing, nor feeling shy

Stupid, this is not the time

To such things

that sound more premature

than the time

when the maturity comes of age

the heart gets to forget to throb

the day misses the sun

the night the moon

the sky the stars

air, the wind

the water that becomes more turbulent

than docile

the clouds more thunderous

the lightening more striking

I wait for the moment

When she turns to me

Again

To listen my prankish words

I love you

I love your eyes

The beauty they say

Lies in the eyes of beholder

Thanks

She says and slips through crowds.

Beauty

Beauty has no meaning

Except in the flower

That looked beautiful

The rose that smelt sweet

The ocean that looked calm

The hills that looked awful

Love had no meaning

Except when the mother held me

Closed to her bosom

And I loved the warmth

The coarse finger the strongest thing

For me and it could do

Everything, overreaching the outreached

It could dither to stretch

And to sketch the first

Image on my palm

As the coarse finger

Tickled my fancy

To say, tis beautiful.

It is beautiful

As it moved up and down

To cull and curl up my thoughts

In the smoky rings

To join the clouds

In the sky, it is beautiful

The air that raised the wind

To carry the clouds all around

In shapes and sizes

That looked awful and awesome

It is beautiful.

The word reminds me of

All the things that I used to call

Beautiful as they are.

Beautiful

Stars look beautiful

When a child looks at them

And when they look at him.

They are eternal source of joy

Emanating wondrous thoughts

They speak to the heart of a child

And they listen to the vibes

Of his heart when he raises

His arms to hold them

Stars create curiosity for him

And the curiosity

Makes an explorer in him.

They don’t govern his destiny

But they govern his mind

His heart

And set it at large

his spirit

give all it desires

Today,

Tomorrow

And in the all times to come

Stars look beautiful.

Once and always.

Fashion

Unfathomable

Beyond all trends

Its stand where

The argument ends

What does it mean?

What does Fashion means to be…?

Eyes?

Lips?

Hair?

Heels?

Legs?

Dainty footsteps

Or the sumptuous meals

Or the spoons

The forks and knives

The platter and bowls

The laughter and howls

What does it mean?

To be in with the fashion

To walk and talk

In a feigned imitation?

Does it mean the toes?

Does it mean the walk?

Does it mean the sulking or

Does it mean the talk?

Does it mean hulk or

Does it mean the salk?

What does it mean to be

When people make for run

Hair spread loose or

Nicely tied in a bun

The naughty question the knot

More knotty it becomes

What does it mean to be

Fashionable

When age spares no sun.

Time tickles breath by breath

Turning soft flesh into wrinkles

And strong bones to decay.

What does it mean to be fashionable

By the end of day.