She chose to be

I saw somewhere
I dont remember where
But her persona emitted only brightness

Every person she met
Every heart she touched
Caught a little of the gold
That she in her heart hold

They say she's too young to be a mom
They take her too casually
Just because she has a bright smile
They think she has no pain
Its strange that they all forget
There's no gain without pain

But yet she smiles
Ignoring them all
As she has raised her bar

She chose
She chose all of this
The jokes, the casual manner they look at her,
She chose to be like this
She chose to be happy
And people close know
She chose well.

All she needed was love

In her lone and despair
She kept weeping
All she had was lonliness
All she wanted was a companion

Beautiful and pretty for a friend
But no one would take her for a girl
Bubbly and chirpy she comforted all by her smile
But when in dispair and need, none of them came by

Tired of her life
She looses all hope

All she needed was love
A companion , A friend
But she had none

If only she understood
Love for herself
She could have felt
A companion in her lone.
A companion called
Herself

The first love

    love for me is my 1st boyfriend
love was when i 1st saw him

when i first saw him
my eyes were froze on him
my heart pounced to leap out of my body
and my lips said "oh la la"

love was when i first touched him through a handshake
i kept looking at my hand
and kept smiling in remembrance of his 1st touch

love for me is the excitement when i speak to him
the fear of being seen and yet the will to be with him
the blush on my cheeks when i am with him
the hunger to be with him all the time

the puppy love or 1st crush
whatever it was
it was pure, rare and one of its kind

i dint know who he was when i fell for him
niether did his future bother me then
if i had to define love
it would certainly be my 1st love

Another year to an end another new beginning

As always its my favourite month of the year DECEMBER. I love december's because they have a misty touch to the evenings here in mumbai. Plus with all the celebrations of christmas and new years the entire city is in a happy mood. Red is the color of christmas and the color of romance too. The name of  Romance brings a tinkle in the sweet cancerian souls eyes thats me :) an year can be good or bad depending on the events that occured in the entire year. For me 2012 was bad as i lost my dad but 2013 i was welcoming with a hopefull heart and hence 2013 proved no less than wonderful and superb and now I am ready to pay my adieus to 2013 and welcome 2014 with an even bigger hopefull and excited heart. For all my friends who think 2013 wasnt so great please keep a hopefull heart enjoy the remaining days of 2013 and welcome 2014 with a bang and a boom. :)
Adieus 2013
Au revoir

Love again

I am a person born in the 1980's
Love for me is a little confusing

Sometimes in my silence i sit back and wonder,
What exactly is love for one another,

I like a guy and he is cute
But he is not what my parents will choose
I want to be close to him
But my parents i cant live without

We the generation of 1980's suffer sometimes
As we want two things at a time

When i see my parents i see they dint have a will
But they had the determination to strive for a relation
Once they were bind

I see the generation of 1990's
They live in present and dont bother of future
They have the zest to live as it comes
And we kept thinking about the future

We lack determination
And we lacked the zest
Here we are confused again

We love , we live , but we cant sustain
Thats the love of our generation
Which we never lived.

Mother's love

My first attempt to write a poem
The topic was DIE LIEBE i.e. love. I chose mother's love

I have searched the entire world
And seen many places
In those places i have met many face

Some i remember some i forgot
But their emotions i never forgot

I have seen many relations make and break
Some were by birth some were by choice made

Among all the relations the only one i can relate with love
Is that of a mother

All other relations are somewhere an exchange or give and take
But a mother's love to her kid is can nvr b fake

She gives you birth she nutures you til late,
In return she asks for nothing by her fate,
You love her, respect her or even if you give her your hate,
A mother wil never give u anything bt love love and love in return...