Sunrise!

Unlike the fall, when you wait for the rise,

When you sit beside, to wait for the sunrise,

Around the beach, around the friends, around some music,

You wait to feel the calmness and hymn for the sync,

When you just think too deep, too sharp to feel that glory,

At times, when you wait for a shine in your story,

When you wait, watch and feel the breeze,

While around the bonfire but still in a state of freeze,

Still you awe the beauty around you,

Cause at times you love the serenity around you!!

Modern Scenery!

Imaginations have evolved from woods to road,

Expectations have been raised from narrow to broad,

Ambitions have been crafted from horses to horsepower,

Shadow is not only sleeked from bower,

But yes, that clock is always ticking through day and night,

Either you wear the past or future’s knight.

About Vehicle Engineering..

Whatever it is, it is classy in a different tone,

When you create, it roars and shone,

Quite tough, seriously breath taking but surely amazing,

Yes in it’s own tone, commendably hot still freezing,

Quite a passion, quite a serious bluff,

With a lot of learning and a practical stuff!

Some Shades of Moon!

Neither I nor the mirror reflects as naive like the moon,

Quite far but still gaze like a boon,

Attractive to some, symbol of love for some,

A mirror to beauty and might be a crush of sun ,

Some shades, some reflections and some light,

It has the aura to surpass the bright!

Leader’s Call!!

True, light symbols the happiness and positivity,

True, light poses for the direction of creativity

True, it roars against the darkness and verse about mind,

But this light is too special, as it’s against the wind,

This light is brought on a leader’s call,

Where the citizens celebrate even at the time of fall!

I still have the freedom…

Yes, I still have the freedom to express myself,

To flaunt my beauty and mingle around ourselves,

After a longtime, we all are free,

To feel our sky again, to cross the open spree,

Unable to understand, why the humans are all locked,

They use to craft the cage, but we see them framed,

No big birds capturing my sky,

All dissolved but we don’t know why,

We heard someone whispering about their conditions,

Till humans are murmuring many evasions,

Some says the karma, some says the calamity,

Whatever they did, we pray for their safety!

Tourer!

When you are born to explore,

When the throttle is the medium to roar,

When you see the mud as the pride for you,

When you have the craze and guts to explore the new,

Then don’t think too much,

Just fill up the tank and leave the fuss!

Holi!

Something is too special about this festival of colors,

It is a festival of teachings, ethics, and fun lovers,

The playing with colors, eating the sweets,

Teach the human kind for love, truth and importance of meets,

The festival surely the reflects the rainbow of lifestyle,

In this so called dark world, it gives you happiness for a while!

Just another view!

Random clicks, random thoughts and random clues,

Are random till you don’t define your moves,

But there is nothing random with the moon,

It shines and allures like my moon!

A Step

The roads I walked, the steps I took,
I was in dilemma of all my rook,
I needed one Midas touch,
I was in dread from the so-called hutch,
Then there was a walk towards me
I was in fall and crazy to see,
Someone says it love, someone says it a creed,
I was in life, where I reckon it as need,
Broken into pieces, ripped into threads,
Wired in my borders and riled in breaths,
But like the breeze of the new season,
She touched my life and sheath new reason.

0…..one,2,3&go!

The dream of my childhood, the passion for life,

The craze for en routing should be always rife,

For some it’s a machine, but for me it’s an emotion,

I am humble in neutral, and poise in every notion.

I explore myself, I explore new routes,

I try to hum while waging new suites!

The stories always happen !!

E-AutoExpo, Stockholm

It’s about what you want and more than what happens with time. You awe to follow something else, but something does not stop happening. It’s my story which is happening, in counter of my desire but in direction of the part which almost everyone loves. The love for cars. It has some appeal, some verve, some lust, some craze or some happening. Whoever thought to make it, might have felt the need but definitely would have that spark, to which I can relate now.

Cars are about appeal and surely about engineering. I never dream myself as an engineer but that zest has kept holding me towards engineering. The love for cars, has to be through liking for engineering!!

Spark in Life!

Royal Palace, Stockholm

I do think the role of spark in life,

The sheen of that glare, or the roar in that rife,

I do think, how things changes your mood of life,

As even beats or the chorus of crackers add spark in life,

That illumination, those colors, this ambiance,

Does this life, vows around the spark of that life!!?

When Life is Dark!

Where am I, lost in thoughts,

Just lost in myself, like the frozen rots,

A dying soul, with the excuses for lying down,

Started to hill, but lasting to drown,

Why am I faint, in front of odd colours?

Why I sweep like dark, in the throne of shovers.

Why can’t I push myself to the rank,

Why am I giving before the bank.

In middle of lot, so freezes all, in my sleep,

Hanging in my own expectations but unable to keep.

Still the wings are there to make my fly,

But I am done and just want to sigh!

Flames

Ever burning has lighten the enigma,

Ever flames have erased the stigma,

Ever this light has enlighten the mind,

Better you water, before flames persuade like wind.

Lamps!

Darker in sense, Lighter in feel,

Sharper in taste, bright in reel,

Braver you act, far you lead,

Less you water, harder to reap!

More the anger, less you rise,

Dim the lamp, and act like wise!

Beauty!!

We never run out in the search of beauty,
As wherever we lie, we want to wreath the serenity.
Whatever you try, what you don’t do to seem,
If it doesn’t come in real, it comes in dream.
From there you go mad about it,
You fire the soul, or ready to apart for it,
So what’s it, which mesmerize all beings lying here,
But the craze is that, every one die for different craze here,
For a beauty, but what is beauty?
It is when you sigh and bliss together in affinity.
Might be a soul for me, or might be a face for you,
Might be the above picture for him, might. be the stars for her to sew.
Might be throne for them, might be a simple job for those,
But beauty is surely that which covers the flaws!!

Random

This is how we are, this is how we live,

Even randomness cheers the naive, and even tear the hive.

We wander to see the miracles which happened outside us,

As we shove the wounds and rattle the fuss!

Scenic !

Baltic Sea

It’s always not necessary to wait for the perfect scenery,

Sometimes every shade of life belongs to purest ivory,

You just need to understand, to live all the moments you have,

Cause you are just a bare away from the sunshine, you wish to have!

Life is a Cruise

Stockholm

When you think it is just a trip,

Surely you had no idea what can be the flavour of the sip,

You just knew, you might be alone,

You just imagined you can be in a good tone,

Yes, the trip was as alluring as the ship seems to you,

Yes, it created a vista in just a single view!

After every light, need a light

Simply beautiful, what comes in my mind,

Simply with aura, changes my mind,

Somethings just seize your thoughts,

There is still some scenery, in the world of plots!

Every light has its own Color

I don’t want to dramatize every saying,

I don’t want to color the raging,

I don’t want to overlook the light in us,

But definitely I want to freeze the fight among us!

My Guest

Some come and go,

Some come and stay forever,

Some just come and row,

Some stand and apart never!

Might these lights are really far……

Central Stockholm

In lieu of commotion, in lieu of creations,

At a stage of doings, just fighting from inside admirations.

I knew, I am not made for this,

But still knocking a while, waiting for the fall of fizz.

‘Why’, this always comes from inside,

Matter of choice or a matter of destiny to abide.

It’s very easy to know, what you want to do,

Cause what you do in the me time, is what you want to do,

I aspire, I crave, for a wishful life,

But I know my limitations, like a sharp less knife,

I feel the numbness, I understand my dumbness,

I strive for pinnacle, but always restricted to less.

I look around and find people always better than me,

I am like a bird whose cage is open but don’t want to see.

I want to fly, to make a life of admirations,

I fail to manage and might die always seeing the other inspirations!

Home at the Top

From my Window, Stockholm

Daily I witness a home of one,

All day, the bird nests at the top of helm,

But I feel bad for one,

As the leaves are falling in a run,

The autumn is going through like a shun,

The winter is coming but taking the home of one,

With in time, I will be unable to see the home of one!

As all colors are going to be white without sun,

I just wish, she manages to nest at the top of helm,

She finds another city and any other elm.

Just after Rain

Odenplan, Stockholm

Sometimes the moments are left after the event,

Sometimes the fragrance is eternal after the scent,

Sometimes you don’t have a frame but you have the entire picture,

Sometimes you are leaving all but loving the miniature!

Be Open to take all

It is not just about light,

It is the picture of you in sight,

It does not just display the hunger of you,

It shows the openness of you,

Mark the light but even grace your shadow,

Move ahead but always embrace to bow.

Topliner

The Fleet, Scania, Södertälje

Want it run, want it to drive,

The technology has become niche to hive,

The experience sometimes says all,

A fun to be on road, great to drive all.

Happy Dusshera !!

India

The atrocities are burnt by the purity,

The egos are beheaded by the serenity,

The heads of demon are on the knees of lord,

Celebrate the festival of burning the devil by the god.

Another evening in Stockholm

Stockholm, Sweden

Sometimes you don’t awe the time,

Sometimes you don’t realise the shine,

Sometimes you miss the evening in all time,

But later you realise it was not another time.

Tall in middle

Sometimes you stand aloof holding all the strings,

Sometimes you stand in middle to roll the rings,

Sometimes you stand tall to lead from front,

Sometimes you are used as a shunt,

But when you fall,

The world walk over the tall.

Both soothes me

Amanuensvagen, Stockholm

They just soothes the rive of my mind,

As they hold the power to beat the music for my mind,

A Road to remember

KTH, Stockholm

It’s a start for me,

Just to travel and a lot to see,

It’s a start for me,

To wind the road, and all set to go free.

Between the swings

Stockholm, Sweden

Some lights attracts my soul,

Some swings removes the haul,

Some water make me cherish,

Some heights, is what I wish.

Seethe

Relying on ice, can melt the trust,

As it rides on hot, it can be the tryst.

Wax bows for every change which surpass,

The human satire and attire is like brass.

Alone in night

Pune, India

In the dusk after the noon,

Sparkling the swish across the moon.

Neither the black but still nor the white,

Mesmerized by honcho, as all aficionados the light.

Wishing to walk through the lane

Ramsagar Trek, India

Barista enhances the class of bean,

The destiny to make ahead, wishing from teen.

Stalwart is just the phase of pallbearer,

Lancing to kiss as a bearer.

Dreaming yet standing Tall

Albert Hall, Jaipur, India

The illusion or dream of adolescence,
Destined to zenith or in verge of penance.
The smile, the laugh, the voyage to dream,
From a struggler to the meticulous beam.
A craze which incorporated to be the one,
The Sparks of echelon is like the son of sun.

Where Nobel Prize is Designated

Stockholm City Hall

The Stockholm city hall or the golden hall,

Where the nobility is celebrated like a ball,

Every year the stage is set to accolade,

To honor the best of date.

A medallion, a game changer, the best in world,

Shining like the soothing emerald.

All in Glamour

If days are bright than nights are glamorous,

If days have shine, then stars makes the night fabulous,

The city is all set on fire, by the svelte it own,

It has it’s own bass, pitch and tone.

Even sky has 50 shades of..?

Every thing has different shades all time,

Unlike the night and the red wine.

All set to breeze in welkin

Sometimes the soul is uncompassionate to fly, but wings do it’s job,

Sometimes you do the hard work, but does not come out of prob,

So keep the perseverance and calmness like a bark of you,

Never know when you hit the new.

When burning is pleasant

The craze for drive, the flare for accords,

The feel of burning, and the thrash of swords,

The raise of hand, the crowd on back,

The star is born even in shack.