મારી વસંત રહી ગયી!!

એક વાદળ ની વાત માં આવીને , મારી વસંત રહી ગયી,

ભીંજાયું મન એવું એની આંખમાં, કે મારી વસંત રહી ગયી ,

ભૂલ્યો કેસુડાં નો રંગ માણી રાતરાણી નો સંગ, ને મારી વસંત રહી ગયી ,

ઘનઘોર થયું મન મારું ,ને મારી વસંત રહી ગયી ,

વરસ્યું  એ વાદળ અપાર , ને મારી વસંત રહી ગયી ,

સમજુ  હૂં એને એ પેહલા , મારી વસંત રહી ગયી,

ના આવ્યો ઉનાળો , ના પાક્યો અંબો ,

તોય ના જાણે કેમ નાં સુજ્હ્યું મને , કે મારી વસંત રહી ગયી , 

વહી ગયાં નીર ને નાં બાંધી પાળ ,  ત્યારે સુજ્હ્યું કે મારી વસંત રહી ગયી.

The Real Knight!

To the unknown fears I dont surrender, when I know my strength well,
the known fears I dont conquer, when I know my strength can sustain,
my sword has enough of edge to cut down all the fears, I prefer to keep it down,
there are more wounds than you can see of my sword when I am at rest,
to bring the sheen back of the sword, you need not fight a war,
clean the edge with a soft cotton ball, the glory restores in while,
though one looks the knights armour when they talk about his valour,
no one looks at the acumen in store that made him so brave,
there life conqeurs those proxim opportunities and leave the distal ones away,
the warrior calls them as dream, which while asleep keeps him awake,
no frontiers I have to rule, nor to conquer at anyone's behest,
I have to touch the shores of the waters that fall from my beloved eyes,
If I can stop those tears even once, I can call my self a Knight!

Something or Neither

Blinded by the light of hope,
 I dont see anything coming,
stupidly hopeful for the destination unknown,
I trace the paths illuminated brightly,
the worth of walk on the way is not futile,
I kick the stones in the way,
haywire they go to show me the way,
I cross the running stream of water, w
ith my wings just above the waves, t
he drowing glory of the Sun,
makes me feel the darkness around,
I find the light of the moon shadowing the ground,
showing me the stars up in the sky,
 I aim not for either, I attain  something or neither!

You-Me, Filled and Emptied!

Bring me the empty you, I shall fill you with myself,
bring me the full you, I shall empty you of yourself,
being you and me , me and you,
lets change the form to mark the beginning,
I shall be all not you want me to be,
you shall be all no I want you to be,
I will not colour myself your way,
you will not colour me your way,
I shall drown myself in all your tears,
you shall rise up in all my smiles,
I will be afloat on the brink of hope,
that you will be sailing on my boat,
through the unknown dangerous,
we shall come across,
we might have to wait,
to cross the known barriers,
the endless space and time I have,
to make you feel that its you that all I have!

Saint with taints!

I am not a saint, I have the same taints,
I have been painted with them,
colour that you might not like,
some you might just love,
taints brings me the way of life,
the ones you missed living,
I have gone through an ordeal,
of right and wrong,
of black and white,
of light and dark,
discovered that no light is too bright,
there is a need for one to know,
how is the world painted all red,
of the words I say, the ones you hear,
of the deeds I do, the ones you recieve,
of the good I do, the bad you see,
I have driven down the memory lane,
where there are no footprints left,
I washed away the  marks,
by blowing the wind over the sand I walked,
the river has some water,
but the ravines are rocky enough,
I traveresed to the heaven via the hell,
the taint I got, made me look for the saint within!

Not Me Beyond you!

It is very profound, not the thought,
but the feeling, there is long way to go,
more than a mile, its about lives,
to bring it to a horizon, where you can see beyond,
the messenger birds are back to roost,
the sun is no more harsh on us,
we broke the barriers of the light,
the day and the night,
there is something more, I see in you,
not ME beyond you!:)

Because of me being for you!

Blue is the sky, and not my eye,
why am I called the blue eyed then?
there is something more than an answer to this,
remember I told you something about this,
if you could forget about it so easily,
you can remember nothing then,
I dont draw lines of intelligence,
you mark you journey from where I end,
the beauty is not about the finishing line,
the beauty is not reaching the base either,
the journey along and in between,
beautifies the life even more,
when I ask you, who am I to you?
your glare at me with ardent yearning for me,
gives me an idea of being the most meaningful one,
the glance by chance of my eyes may seem teary,
I am sure its not because of you, its because of me being for you!