A PICTURE SPEAKS WHEN WORDS FAIL TO…
Why a place allures beautiful vibe,
Why such streets and that lights hold my mind
Why just standing on the road pushes me to click,
Why I stand still in between haste and flick,
Why there are so many vibes to feel and see,
When there is nothing between you and me
Life witnesses many corners, life stills at many corners,
Life gets illuminate at some corners, life thrills at some corners,
Life sees many faces at varying corners,
Yet life goes green while running through corners!
Neither I can write in words about the sheen,
Neither I can describe about the suaveness and it’s keen,
Neither I can talk about the naiveness it reflect,
Neither I can defy it’s importance and prospect.
As it’s absolute glory to witness the crescent,
As it shines and stand up like regent!
More than photogenic, more than scion of nature,
More than full of life, more than amazing creature,
More than dancing soul, more than sassy,
High in character and more than classy!
Some times it is not about the experience but about the stature,
Sometimes it is more about the history and it’s clatter,
Sometimes it is not about the buzz you create,
Sometimes it is more about how quite you remain
Sometimes it is not about how tall you stand
Sometimes it is more about how long you stand!
Epic engineering right from centuries,
Pure class build with sweat in factories,
The engineering behind it, the pain behind it,
Comes out in different class and with sheen showered on it,
It might be just vehicles for most of the people,
But it’s a passion and life for rest of the people !
Why the heart is in a different state,
Far from reality and still in a miserable state,
Why I am still confused about the plans for life,
One side is peace and other side the different stone for life,
Why I am still deep down struck at one corner,
When I have fallen again and again like a rover !
Why these lights and roads are still dark for me,
Why I cry and blind to see !
Iconic in a sense of its stature and teachings,
Classy in a tone of its structure and preachings,
Magnum opus in terms of heritage and sagacity,
Exemplary in a way of longevity and sheeny serenity!
The river vesting across the city,
The bridge flowering the love around the city,
The locks holding the love of everyone,
Locking the beats and chiming the sun,
Veiling in dawn, whistling around the dusk,
Setting a tone of love and fragrance of rose and musk!
Aachen, Germany
Rarely, we find all clear in many days,
From the roads, to the sky and beautiful rays,
All open, just like my mind, my emotions,
On the road where you walk in different notions,
Rushing, running, fuzzing, yet a sense of completion,
Rarely, you feel free in the frisking fusion!
But today it’s clear for me, my road to travel,
Living perturbed, but not ravel!
Why I have lot of things in my mind,
Why I am not still ,and daily rewind,
Why there is still loneliness deep down the line,
Why I am silent yet whine,
Why I still scroll up and down,
Why I am scared and frown,
Why my life is in a hustle,
What can I expect from inside tussle,
I know the time is running and have a lot to do,
How can I manage myself between me and you,
I am struck, I am in middle of my fights,
I lost the space in between the dark lights,
I kill my time, but why can’t I kill my thoughts,
I still scroll back to the time, and try to shape like wrought,
Still a lot to bring out of me,
Still a lot to clear between you and me,
Still I have to pitch for something what I feel is big,
Still I come across the lines which I have to rig,
Still I write for the stories I have in my mind ,
As I still wait for the day where I unwind,
Why I just have to keep my thoughts to myself,
Why can’t you hold and unfold the stack of shelf,
The shelf of my memories, and my desire,
The stack of piling pressure and the live wire,
Daily sun comes and set to the opposite,
So why cannot my beats hymns with the opposite,
Why I do need to convince myself, Why…
Some instances pictures differently,
Some memories affects seldomly,
Some thoughts affects deeply,
Some moments you react strangely,
Sometime you love ineffectively,
But some day you must try to live happily.
Where you have lot to think and share,
Where you have lot to gaze and stare,
Where you have lot to do and still remain unaware,
Where you have to be rugged and tear,
Where you have lot to swear,
Where you decide your life and it’s affair,
Where you just can just go with the flow,
Where you can simply stand or bow,
Where you easily cry and still stand tall,
Where you can easily smile during fall,
Where you have come a far,
Where your mind is always in middle of war,
Where the whole world is a sense for you,
Where even the breathe is a scar for you,
Where the shallowness is new for you,
Where the love is truth for you,
Where you have a sense even to make nonsense,
Where you have freedom inside the fence,
Where you have time to carve the inner you,
Where you a state to take the wrong angles of even a correct view !
I never imagined that I will be in love with summer,
The smiling faces just like the bright sun of summer,
The beautiful bright day to sassy evening,
The holiday time, with friends and cheering,
The excitement is in the air right now,
I can feel the zest of life now,
Lappis Beach, Stockholm
Why I wish for the people around me,
Why I wish for the light to enlighten me,
Why I need the glare to sparkle my soul,
Why I need hands after my fall,
Why I think about the future,
Why I feel the pain of nurture,
Why I just wish for the time to run,
Why I don’t cross the clouds and fetch the sun,
Why I am in love with night,
Why I am looking always away from the sight,
Why I am not in a state right now,
Why I try to run from myself now,
Might be, I know the reasons of my thoughts,
Might be, I am afraid to accept the noughts.
Not a drink for Indians, much more than emotions,
Comprises of tales and the stories of every notion,
The best to live with, to enjoy with your mates,
Yes on a beach, to go high with different talks and states,
Waiting for the sunrise on a foggy day,
Built the memories on every laugh and say.
It was not just about the rain and music,
It was more about the vibes and its hymn,
It was not just about my feelings,
It was about the pain and healings,
It was about the time, where lot was on stake,
A direction was needed to roll and brake,
It was about the excitements in life,
As lot was happening to and rife,
The city of elegance and the capital of calmness,
Surrounded by the Baltic, and its holiness,
Enriched by the fika culture and surely by the students,
A typical student city and the capital for prudents,
The host of the nobel prize and the pride of Scandinavia,
The city accolades the best at city hall and even other trivia,
The beautiful city life , with forest and beach even at centre of city,
In summer, back water reflects the sun’s beauty,
In winter, the back water host the ground for skiing,
The city is sheer love as holds the butterfly feelings.
Randomness also has a lot to offer,
But it demands the actions unlike the confer,
Simply following can lead to anywhere,
Hence a road is required to come out the mere,
Let the brightness provides a path for you,
Unlike, that sparkle can bring the haziness for you,
Be selective, be decisive and have the audacity,
As the random light with a path can lead to sagacity!
Sometimes I think, where am I leading to,
Had some dreams for me, am I leading to,
Standing in the middle of twenties, standing in middle of path,
A train to catch on, from the bower of wrath,
An easy path to go on, outside the wish,
Or to take a turn against the swish,
Unable to understand, unable to lead,
Moving towards right but against the creed,
It’s tough to follow but sometimes tougher to take the call,
As I witness the fog in fall,
Quite unclear, quite surreal, Quite a love,
I dream more against the current verve!
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!!
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.
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
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.
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!
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!!
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!!?
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!
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.
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!
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!!
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
Some come and go,
Some come and stay forever,
Some just come and row,
Some stand and apart never!
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!
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
