Life takes a turn...

Life takes a turn
ice is what you feel
frozen are the feeling
words just cry
silence not speaking
tears just dry
sun sets never to rise
moon awake albeit all tries
birds stop singing
eyes stop blinking
trees just barren
no laugh no terrain

Life takes a turn
warmth in hands
feelings flying high
words never stop
as silence will speak
tears are happy
sun holding its charm
moon smiling shyly
birds with fun
dreams in eyes
love all around
world is mine
-Tushar

...hoon chala

Kuch khawab ki taabir dhoondhta hoon chala
nayi rahein nayi manzeloon ko paane hoon chala

jiya hoon tere saath, tere bina jeene hoon chala
us yaad ko samaan bana saath liye hoon chala

bahoot mara hoon teri yaad main,teri khusi paane hoon chala
tere lafz teri haansi se muskurata hoon chala

kaun saath hai kaun nahi, sab bhoolta hoon chala
to nahi to zamane ko thukrata hoon chala

dil roota hai, usse manata hoon chala
apne kal ko pyaar se sulaata hoon chala

khoya tha tujhme, khud se milne hoon chala
waqt ke mod pe bas kadam badata hoon chala

Kuch khawab ki taabir dhoondhta hoon chala
nayi rahein nayi manzeloon ko paane hoon chala
-Tushar

Can I ? Yes, I can...

Can I fly?
With no wings
Just a wish
That is too high

Can I sing?
With no words
But a bumping orchestra
Beating with heart

Can I dance?
With no steps
Just shaking legs
With joy and fun

Can I laugh?
With no jokes
Just mirror in front
Making faces as clown

Yes I can
Yes I can fly, sing, dance and laugh
With dreams in eyes and power inside
All can be done
All will be fine
With determination insight
With no inner fight
Smile on face
Bidding fear goodbye
I can, yes I can...
-Tushar

Losing ...

Lie down I
With wide open eyes
Roll down are dreams
Within silence screams
all hope just tear
loneliness only and all near
staring in vacuum
searching a thing to succumb
ahead is a road long
no steps nothing to long
rose and leaves are dry
desert heat left to cry
all night awake is moon
sun waiting for cloudless boon
land is brittle and broken
love has left and pain sunken
past is dead but talking
present is still but walking
future is distant not moving
threesome moment all but weeping

calling from far is the only one
dying inside is me, the left one
-Tushar

Who I am ?

Who I am ?
What I am ?
Is it what mirror says, or
Is it what world plays;
Is it holding one's flute, or
Is it dancing on theirs tune;
Is it what I write, or
Is it what they recite;
Is it what I set free, or
Is it what rules they agree;
Is it the sweet pink smile, or
Is it loads of burden that pile;
Is it the first drop of rain, or
Is it standing in shower in pain ;
Is it making dream come true, or
Is it living in world, virtually true;
Is it what I feel, or
Is it what they steal;
Is it who live moment slow, or
Is it who accelerate for a show;
Is it what I love, or
Is it what I am made to love ;

Who I am , What I am ?
as ME, which is I,
as ME, in world's eyes;
A puppet just shaking,
all strings tied and world mocking;
A wish lights,
to break the links,
making me, the I
with my own definition
neglecting all world's consideration
fly high as ME
as high as it can be
on a journey
to find I
on a journey
to meet ME;
-Tushar