With Love - To My Prince

Love is something that definately exists.. Thats the only thing I can say confidently.. In every heart rich or poor..
It may get noticed.. But most of the times its unsaid..
Here is a tale of one such unsaid love.. A love that couldn't reach the other side.. But got posted on this Blog.. :)



With Love - To My Prince



My wretched hut,my shelter sighs
The walls of your palace touch the skies
My abject clothes mourn all night
Your Golden Robe,the silky white
Entangled in your love,my listless hair
I love you My Prince,, And Yes!! I dare..


I am lost in Your mesmerising eyes..
Their sparkle makes my sun rise..
With every Step,i breath your presence..
Wakling In Your Love,, Is My life's essence..
My death in your arms,,, My soul is aware
I love you My Prince,, And Yes!! I dare..


Your mischief plays,, The Dancing Damsels..
My heart sinks,, the forbidden wells
You flash your dimples,,the solemn smile
Love flows in my nerves travelling miles
Branching love,fruits of pain I bear
I love you My prince,, And Yes!! I dare
I love you My Prince,, And Yes!! I dare

The INDIAN DREAM

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The Indian Dream..



In my tiny subconscious..

There lies a sleeping seed..

Drowsing and drooling; it did nothing but sleep

But it housed something priceless

Priceless like a dream…

It was nothing but the


MY Forgotten Indian Dream..



I had to shake it,

water it ..and give it light

To wake it from deep slumbers

To have an insight

The dream grows and it’s a long wait..

It was nothing but the


MY Faded Indian Dream





The billion plus ,, we enter a gleaming golden gate..

Bow to our holy motherland..

Bow to the skies

Together as a rainbow

Diverse as a mosaic

It was nothing but the


MY Forsaken Indian Dream



A super solid power

Having super GDP(gross domestic product)

With special attention to GHP( gross happiness product)

Smiles on faces and love for the neighbors.

No wars, no scars and no riots

It was nothing but the


MY Forgone Indian Dream



Honest Politicians and pristine law

Passion in eyes.. and love in the hearts

Twinkling childhood ,,

Ignited youth

With every step I take

I see the Gulistan

It was nothing but the


OUR INDIAN DREAM

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