A drop is a drop till its not dropped
when it drops on the cheeks
its more than just words so meek
it is the drop of faith
it is the drop of love
it is the drop of trust
it is the drop ...
so let not make that drop
so that we will also not drop
the exists a drop in eyes
but there drop seems so wise
-Tushar
Friday, April 27, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
random mind...
I always felt I could write
all feelings in words I can recite
have done it many times in past
sentences turning to story was fast
those were when I wanted to
create something to be looked to
some thoughts random as wave
few moments I cared to save
there was smile, there was light
there were tears , there was fight
some stories of friends I tried
with my art, added spice, they were fried
little of desired in tacit were framed
some sparks in eyes I always craved
all came out so fluently as rain
felt like new friends in life gain
all were mine, whether poetry or prose
they all shine, felt calm getting them close
but there was a frame a sequence in all
something felt something cared and recalled
but now sitting in silence just typing
stating vacuum mind's prototyping
just wanted to capture the zero state
to kill time and not to get frustrate
don't know how much I succussed
who cares ! got an answer to be processed
I always felt I could write
yes, I just wrote something not to recite
But I did , without the view
got a picture to preview
a story of random sleepy mind
a state which is closed, nothing to find
time to time to a state we travel
time just time, with nothing to unravel
-Tushar
all feelings in words I can recite
have done it many times in past
sentences turning to story was fast
those were when I wanted to
create something to be looked to
some thoughts random as wave
few moments I cared to save
there was smile, there was light
there were tears , there was fight
some stories of friends I tried
with my art, added spice, they were fried
little of desired in tacit were framed
some sparks in eyes I always craved
all came out so fluently as rain
felt like new friends in life gain
all were mine, whether poetry or prose
they all shine, felt calm getting them close
but there was a frame a sequence in all
something felt something cared and recalled
but now sitting in silence just typing
stating vacuum mind's prototyping
just wanted to capture the zero state
to kill time and not to get frustrate
don't know how much I succussed
who cares ! got an answer to be processed
I always felt I could write
yes, I just wrote something not to recite
But I did , without the view
got a picture to preview
a story of random sleepy mind
a state which is closed, nothing to find
time to time to a state we travel
time just time, with nothing to unravel
-Tushar
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
A year...
A new day
A new voice
A molding clay
A new choice
The laughter of past
The road to future
The joys so fast
The memories to nurture
A new milestone
A new walk
Some diamonds some stones
Some gone talk
More years are gone
More enough to come
So many to wish now
So many more to come
Just a wish from my side
To make your smile more wide
The happiness whether large or small
Be yours from start to all
-Tushar
A new voice
A molding clay
A new choice
The laughter of past
The road to future
The joys so fast
The memories to nurture
A new milestone
A new walk
Some diamonds some stones
Some gone talk
More years are gone
More enough to come
So many to wish now
So many more to come
Just a wish from my side
To make your smile more wide
The happiness whether large or small
Be yours from start to all
-Tushar
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Why ? ...
why sleeping alone is no pain
why sitting with you is no gain
why lonely office looks mine
why gathering feels rotten wine
why I don't crave to seek laughter
why the voice just is to shatter
why I feel I rolled down tears
why words just choke and fear
why I devoted and waited
why the smile have faded
why the world makes me shame
why my loneliness only tame
why the HCF was left is middle
why life seems an unsolved riddle
why I burden ur guilt and my act
why u silent, no words to react
why is U are here and U are not
why I want to hug but can not
-Tushar
why sitting with you is no gain
why lonely office looks mine
why gathering feels rotten wine
why I don't crave to seek laughter
why the voice just is to shatter
why I feel I rolled down tears
why words just choke and fear
why I devoted and waited
why the smile have faded
why the world makes me shame
why my loneliness only tame
why the HCF was left is middle
why life seems an unsolved riddle
why I burden ur guilt and my act
why u silent, no words to react
why is U are here and U are not
why I want to hug but can not
-Tushar
Monday, April 16, 2007
Solitude...
Solitude is so lonely
Solitude is so lovely
it is the time for me
it is the time to see
to wander and look
to read my own book
a long silence talk
a cool yet warm walk
making the sky your limit
making the horizon to summit
moving at serene pace
moving to meet your face
taking steps to path you choose
taking out worries as no time to loose
the breeze so smooth to flow
the eyes just blink and glow
are no thoughts to share
are just hands to care
an odyssey in its way
an opera sung at bay
U see it all and none
U meet U the only one
Solitude is so lonely
Solitude is so lovely
-Tushar
Solitude is so lovely
it is the time for me
it is the time to see
to wander and look
to read my own book
a long silence talk
a cool yet warm walk
making the sky your limit
making the horizon to summit
moving at serene pace
moving to meet your face
taking steps to path you choose
taking out worries as no time to loose
the breeze so smooth to flow
the eyes just blink and glow
are no thoughts to share
are just hands to care
an odyssey in its way
an opera sung at bay
U see it all and none
U meet U the only one
Solitude is so lonely
Solitude is so lovely
-Tushar
Thursday, April 12, 2007
sometime I stop ...
sometime I stop
wait and wonder
to be a person
I just ponder
then I fly
to farthest sky
breaking the limits
leaving the burden
and the sand
taking the smile
all in my hand
I find free
to be me
to be joy
not the very coy
light all over
mind so calm
no chain's pain
no soothing balm
just floating in air
with laughter's flair
a feeling so mine
as a twin
without a wine
I just love
I just smile
to meet the real I
as I always tried
I just sigh
with so much high
but this is sometimes
when I am me
this is sometimes
when I am free
sometime I stop
wait and wonder
to be a person
I just ponder
-Tushar
wait and wonder
to be a person
I just ponder
then I fly
to farthest sky
breaking the limits
leaving the burden
and the sand
taking the smile
all in my hand
I find free
to be me
to be joy
not the very coy
light all over
mind so calm
no chain's pain
no soothing balm
just floating in air
with laughter's flair
a feeling so mine
as a twin
without a wine
I just love
I just smile
to meet the real I
as I always tried
I just sigh
with so much high
but this is sometimes
when I am me
this is sometimes
when I am free
sometime I stop
wait and wonder
to be a person
I just ponder
-Tushar
zindagi jee raha hoon do pehlu main ...
zindagi jee raha hoon do pehlu main
kabhie saath tere haqeqat main
kabhie saath tere khayaloo main
zindagi jee raha hoon yoon bekhaayli main
kabhie lamhoon ke rukne main
kabhie paloo ke bahne main
zindagi jee raha hoon anjaane main
kabhie pheghalte saanjh main
kabhie mahkte raag main
zindagi jee raha hoon is suroor main
kabhie chaand ki chaav main
Kabhie aanchal ke muskaan main
zindagi jee raha hoon do pehlu main
-Tushar
kabhie saath tere haqeqat main
kabhie saath tere khayaloo main
zindagi jee raha hoon yoon bekhaayli main
kabhie lamhoon ke rukne main
kabhie paloo ke bahne main
zindagi jee raha hoon anjaane main
kabhie pheghalte saanjh main
kabhie mahkte raag main
zindagi jee raha hoon is suroor main
kabhie chaand ki chaav main
Kabhie aanchal ke muskaan main
zindagi jee raha hoon do pehlu main
-Tushar
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Just...
Just a fine drop of rain
Just a tiny leaf beauty
Just a small floating cloud
Just a cute bird chirping
Just a orange sun rising
Just a shooting star
Just a flute so far
Just a desert night-fall
Just a musical water fall
Just a moon blink
Just a child's wink
Just a mountain shade
Just a view so fade
Just a warming winter
Just a new as spring
Just a autumn devotion
Just a summer motion
Just a river turn
Just a tickling run
Just a holding hand
Just a friend
Just a little smile
Just a walk mile after mile
Just these small steps
Just these few moments
Just these unaccounted counts
Just these fleeting happiness
Just they make my day
Just they stand as LIFE
Just to live them all
Just to have you by my side
-Tushar
Just a tiny leaf beauty
Just a small floating cloud
Just a cute bird chirping
Just a orange sun rising
Just a shooting star
Just a flute so far
Just a desert night-fall
Just a musical water fall
Just a moon blink
Just a child's wink
Just a mountain shade
Just a view so fade
Just a warming winter
Just a new as spring
Just a autumn devotion
Just a summer motion
Just a river turn
Just a tickling run
Just a holding hand
Just a friend
Just a little smile
Just a walk mile after mile
Just these small steps
Just these few moments
Just these unaccounted counts
Just these fleeting happiness
Just they make my day
Just they stand as LIFE
Just to live them all
Just to have you by my side
-Tushar
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
A parting time…
moments ago I was going
packing my bags for the Boeing
life was high, waiting for good-byes
on verge to fly, breathing the sighs
smile all over, hustle bustle here & there
hugs so warm friends so calm
trolleys moving like a train
bags like their passenger frame
so thrilled so excited so nervous so shy
for the ride which I always wanted to fly
counting the minutes to be second
leaving mine for fairy land
pushing the luggage to the GATE-2
with only dreams, parting the only few
tears roll down when I feel
can only meet them in reel
turn back I, for final good-bye
knowing, Is this for what I cry ?
moments now I will be gone
moments now I will be lone
in a large huge Boeing
just patting myself, saying let life going
moments now I will be gone
moments now I will be lone
-Tushar
packing my bags for the Boeing
life was high, waiting for good-byes
on verge to fly, breathing the sighs
smile all over, hustle bustle here & there
hugs so warm friends so calm
trolleys moving like a train
bags like their passenger frame
so thrilled so excited so nervous so shy
for the ride which I always wanted to fly
counting the minutes to be second
leaving mine for fairy land
pushing the luggage to the GATE-2
with only dreams, parting the only few
tears roll down when I feel
can only meet them in reel
turn back I, for final good-bye
knowing, Is this for what I cry ?
moments now I will be gone
moments now I will be lone
in a large huge Boeing
just patting myself, saying let life going
moments now I will be gone
moments now I will be lone
-Tushar
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