A Story True...

Come On, 'O' friends, 'Hello' I say,

  In a morning good and a wonderful day

'But who am I?'..you must be thinking..

  And with the same thought, even, my heart is sinking.

Call me a friend or an unknown foe, its left to you,

 I am just here to tell...a story true.

A story of love in the half-heart world,

Where the laws of life seize to hold.

Come on 'O' friends, listen to me,

Alone I am and alone was he.

But an acre of sky..he had for him..

And had nothing to worry, when the life was dim.

Nothing to loose and had nothing to gain,

Only until a girl did came.

She made him smile..she made him high,

And gave him a shoulder when he needed to cry.

Her caress touch and the quasi-smiles,

Provoked him to walk, even, miles and miles.

They were happy and their life was best..

Or maybe it was.. just a sign of tempest.

True I say and true it is, God had guaranteed..

A forever happy life..one can never lead.

The girl was mortal, so was born to die,

'But this soon'...he just wondered..'Why?'

The heart he has, that beats.. but still beats never,

His life, it seems, is longer...longer than forever.

Come on 'O' friends..'Hello' I say,

In a morning not good and a gloomy day.

Alone I am and alone is he..

With a promise to live..no matter how hard it be.

 Go on 'O' friends..'Good bye' to you,

 I was just here to tell... a story true.........  

Midnight Walker

The bold and beautiful Calcuttan streets...
In the daylight,where, life skips its various beats...
With the moonlight they are left silent
and dark,
And the Midnight Walker, then, begins his silent walk.

He wears, a little lower, his big black hat..
In it, it seems, is hidden a mysterious cat.
A dress, he wears, looks like an old age frock..
And a stick in hand helps The Midnight Walker walk.

Night after night he walks and walks a thousand miles..
Through, even, rain and storm in his valiant styles.
And a hundred years after, those three birds still  pass in flock,
That's the time, the Midnight Walker ends his silent walk.

But its said and heard, the story of Midnight Walker, is all but false..
He walks every night though and the witnesses are moon and stars.
For him, I guess, all nights are nothing but same,
And the Midnight Walker walks with a silent unsettled aim.

But to prove all this wrong the living world is very keen..
For the walk of Midnight Walker is felt but never seen.
Oh! Its Midnight and I must leave this talk,
The Midnight Walker has to begin his silent Walk........

Being Bachelor

Being Bachelor....Being Bachelor is,
Always life's best part...
But then... being successfully married,
Is also a very fine art.

The best part is done and marriage,
They say, is ahead for me..
"It's not so"..... I said,
" Being Bachelor, is what I will ever be".

Being Bachelor..Being Bachelor is the time,
Time to fly high on little things...
But then...being married is the time,
Time to fly high without the wings.

I flew too high with my stronger wings..
And without it, I know, I can fly high better.
But then..better is worse for me..as I am,
I am destined to fall, sooner or later.

Being Bachelor...being forever bachelor,
Is the life left for me....
As being married to someone else,
Dead...I will rather be.

Forever is my love and for her I can,
I will ... always fall.
But then..."No" is the final word,
From the Two,For me, who stay above all.

Being Bachelor...being bachelor is what,
I have decided to live further.
But then...being married is what,
My parents are pressing harder.

I promised to them and said to her,
I will marry My Angel...never.
But then....I promised to her and said to them,
I will not marry anyone else...ever.

Being Bachelor....Being Bachelor is,
Always life's best part...
But then...being successfully married,
Is also a very fine art.

"The best part is gone"..and
"And I am not married yet." they say,
"Love is the best part for me". I said,
And "love is the finer art today."

Being Bachelor...being bachelor is what I am now,
And will remain to be.
But then...she is my life,my wife..
And will always be love to me...
         will always be love to me.

His Shining Star

When the silver lining starts to fade away,
In the wayward world, I begin to pray...
For, none, but He knows what is in my sight,
And so the night silently wishes me a goodnight.

He wakes me up with the morning, windy and breezy,
To find my ways in the life, not easy...
He gives me strength, He fills me up with all the zest,
And I know, He knows, I will someday be the best.

A superstar, rock-star or a genius I may be not,
I am 'Human' in this callous world and to me that means a lot...
But this Humanity and my trueness, may create distances long and far,
And have to face odd and harsh, to someday become His shining Star.

When the silver lining starts to fade away,
In the callous world, you too should pray...
For, None, but He knows what is there in your sight,

And the peaceful night will surely wish you a goodnight.
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LAST NIGHT

Last Night, I wandered down the lonely streets,

And the Moon was wandering too.

Last Night, I wondered 'Who am I'?

And the Moon was, maybe, thinking too.

Last Night, I was walking alone like a Bandit King,

Or like a Barbarian in the Midnight Dark..

Last Night, was a search of myself on the silent streets,

Or the search of, maybe, my minds singing Skylark.

Last Night, I heard the rumbling of trains,

But the Grave's silence, still, was felt..

Last Night, I saw Skycrapers raging high,

But my sightless Zenith, still, was melt.

Last Night, I felt the truth of being innocent alone,

Like the harmless Dove in the callous land..

Last Night, I felt the time is to break away,

Like the playful Squirrel from the rope of sand.

Last Night, I thought my cameo is certainly over,

And then a wallk through my past begun..

Last Night, I then remembered my Mother's words,

"Come soon, Home."..and my walk was done.

Its Too Hard To Say GoodBye

When you stood and was ready to leave,

           And you walked and said  me 'Bye'..

The same words just stuck up to my lips,

           As it's too hard to say you a 'Good Bye' .

Hours we talk and minutes they seem,

           And a minute alone make hours dim.

But it soon fades away with your every 'Hi',

           So it's too hard to say a ,'Hi', 'Good Bye'.

I tell to you, what my heart has been telling me,

         Lost in your loving arms, that is where, I always wanna be..

My heart knows the reason and is therefore, maybe, shy....

        To you, sweetheart, it's too hard to say 'Good Bye'.

I, sometimes, think you are a star I can never reach,

      But with my heart I too can't breach..

I love you, I miss you and it's never a lie,

      It's too hard to say, love, a 'Good Bye'.

The Road That Leads to Me

The road that leads to me....

Oh dear! You have made your ways, I know,

Through the world hard and silly....

But its much harder and even sillier,

To walk on a road that leads to me.

You will be down, you'll have to cry,

And on every next step, you will nearly die...

But still you'll have to move on, with nobody there to see,

So I say, stay away... from the road that leads to me.

The sun will be scorching, moon will not be any pleasant,

The days will be longer and the nights mighty....

Then maybe at time you will somehow realise,

Its too hard to walk on the road that leads to me.

Oh dear! If you still insist to walk on...

There are something, I say to ponder upon...

Be honest...be yourself and love me truly,

To make your walk a little easy...on the road that leads to me.

And there, with a beautiful world, I will be standing,

To give you all the happiness... I will be waiting...

My angel..my love...you will be my beautiful fairy

 At the end of the road that leads to me.....the road that leads to me....