tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16533387769406583702012-02-16T01:16:57.811-08:00Brain of mine has got haphazard wiring of neurons all the way around ... so it mostly culminates into 'some' ordered / organised rhyme of 'some' random subjects .. be it about inner emotions seeking way out or concerning quintessential matters !Kushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722140480153269592noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653338776940658370.post-72226188894735054622009-11-11T00:31:00.001-08:002009-11-11T00:33:52.752-08:00Dawn breaks..<br />Life it is !<br /><br />One evolves-blooms-wilts<br />from the cradle to the bier<br />events unfold<br />tragedies befall<br />devouring compassion, humility<br />craving corrosive joy, enamored hate<br />some of them easily sustain<br />some refrain, while some rebel against<br /><br />Each being - a fragile leaf<br />breathing, living every day<br />feeding on the Sun of pain..<br />some meet fierce winds<br />some clement breeze<br />some of them easily sustain<br />some refrain, while some rebel against<br /><br />Life is symphonic repertoire<br />parents play pianoforte<br />lovers lutes and others<br />harps, castanets, flutes..<br />but the friend is who orchestrates it all.<br /><br />You, my friend - the precious gem<br />studded on pewter frame of my life.<br />You banished ochre, arid, melancholic landscape<br />and plunged me into honeyed, vivacious, lush foliage!<br />May the thirst for tenderness never slake<br />comply with, putting the firmament at stake<br />one vow I take<br />gloom will forever be will-o'-the-wisp!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653338776940658370-7222618889473505462?l=kushal-thesnowfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722140480153269592noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653338776940658370.post-81656537961059172572009-06-16T09:29:00.000-07:002009-06-16T09:31:05.956-07:00I reminisce lying on slope<br />alone, solemn at local park..<br />mind drifting to era when I clung to lollipop! <br /><br />When at the break of dawn<br />A sumptuous hackney<br />used to fetch me to school from home..<br /><br />Days of selfless, innocent friendship<br />everyday tussles, good-spirited pacts<br />carelessly hopped around dangling hand in hand<br />along old deserted rail tracks...<br /><br />At school used to hop on last bench<br />prattling about movies, sports 3 hours at stretch..<br /><br />it was fun, fabricating some nasty trick<br />which made us feel 'we have taught lesson to prick! '<br /><br />Along we played informal cricket<br />boys had real fun when any girl got hit-wicket.<br /><br />Munching together snacks in recess-time<br />girls joined us and we duetted rhymes! <br /><br />Why all better things are bound to get abrupt end? <br />My mind is still suffused with blissful memories<br />but abstinence causes my insides mutate beyond mend..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653338776940658370-8165653796105917257?l=kushal-thesnowfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722140480153269592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653338776940658370.post-3004784850413050062009-06-16T09:23:00.000-07:002009-06-16T09:29:12.192-07:00I hate conventions! <br />I do hate conventions! ! <br /><br />Caged is creativity..<br />Irate becomes innovativity..<br /><br />I hate conventions! <br />It's exasperating<br />It's frustrating<br />Rust-enhancing<br />Talent-annihilating<br /><br />I hate it...<br />revolving around Black-Hole 'standards'<br />I hate it...<br />causes discrimination of being 'avant-garde'<br /><br />Art is for expression<br />For thought-emanation<br />For beautiful imagination<br /><br />Nothing is hideous in field of art<br />all unify, blend and makes...<br />Jigsaw puzzle's missing part!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653338776940658370-300478485041305006?l=kushal-thesnowfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722140480153269592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653338776940658370.post-15415385570570552732009-03-15T00:06:00.000-07:002009-03-25T23:58:32.772-07:00Etched in my mind, I have got a memory...<br />Cherished and Treasured it..<br />Now whole life depends on the memory..<br /> <br />Ur cute round face,<br />make it seems<br />Angels are out-of-place..<br />Sun is envy of you dear,<br />rendered impressive his rays!<br /> <br />Honey-soaked was ur smile<br />All i would put on stake<br />If somehow I can recur it for a while...<br /> <br />Hair tied up with ribbon cherry red<br />my Elixir, fragrance it emanated..<br /> <br />Cheerful and Mesmerising days went on and on<br />Life was a masterpiece drawn with divine crayon...<br /> <br />I can still feel it.. the touch of ur caring gaze<br />Rest of my rememberance is a mere haze....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653338776940658370-1541538557057055273?l=kushal-thesnowfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722140480153269592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653338776940658370.post-17227744664155839002009-03-15T00:01:00.000-07:002009-03-25T23:56:58.842-07:00Childhood days were far better,<br />Though there were noises of toys that scatter,<br />Atleast dreams didn't shatter...<br /><br />We used to be along whole day,<br />God had showered me all of it,<br />there was nothing left to pray...<br /><br />Each inch of eyes were devoted to you,<br />Oh oblivious! asked me, "Hey.. where are you lost?"<br />Never realised it's you who made life defrost!<br /><br />I always let you win..<br />Loved seeing ur sweet grin...<br /><br />Nothing comparable to the pleasure I get,<br />You running to me at shore while sun set...<br /><br />I can embark upon strangest of lands,<br />All i need is dear hold of your hands...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653338776940658370-1722774466415583900?l=kushal-thesnowfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722140480153269592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653338776940658370.post-39021204311892552102009-03-14T23:57:00.000-07:002009-06-16T10:16:35.446-07:00Last dream of mine was so serene, <br />my fantasy of yours had made up the scene.. <br /><br />We sitting at the lovely lake<br />It's unreal, but not fake..<br /><br />Eyes of surreal bluish hue<br />reflecting moonlight as milky dew! <br /><br />Shine radiates from your eyes<br />flamboyant! Pure! <br />seems my wounds have got cure..<br /><br />Hands in my hands<br />Lungs brimmed up with mutual scents<br /><br />As chrysalis in its case my heart flail<br />Nothing exists, no Heaven no Hell! <br /><br />close to my jowl, you whisper<br />no more expectations no despair..<br /><br />Ah! What a relaxing nap, <br />Sweets.. was it your lap?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653338776940658370-3902120431189255210?l=kushal-thesnowfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722140480153269592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653338776940658370.post-19809148024187291222009-01-28T22:42:00.000-08:002009-03-14T23:57:06.548-07:00My beautiful life, I owe u...<br />No reasons for why I love u....<br />Feel like wanna alwys be wth u...<br />In each step, will keep up wth u...<br /><br />I knw u fear,<br />You see it ending up near...<br />Thinking heart's on blade of knife,<br />What if I would ruin ur life...<br /><br />What if I break d vow,<br />What if my emotions ain't raw,<br /><br />You brought d sun-shine,<br />How can I make u whine?<br />You r God's most precious gift,<br />The reason, my life-boat is still adrift....<br /><br />Endless sea washing our feets,<br />Blue sky embracing our breaths...<br />Sometimes...wht's love.. I wonder.<br />"Love is an addiction, Love is surrender."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653338776940658370-1980914802418729122?l=kushal-thesnowfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722140480153269592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1653338776940658370.post-8913539649815279282008-10-22T06:48:00.000-07:002009-03-14T23:51:38.683-07:00બચપણ ની ઍ દરેક હરકત યાદ છે મને... <br />આપની દોસ્તી ની અદભૂત તાકત યાદ છે મને... <br /><br />રમતા હતા હાથ મા નાખી હાથ, <br />તારો ઍ સોનેરો સાથ, યાદ છે મને... <br /><br />તારી હેરાન કરવાની બધી રીત, <br />અન આપણી ઍ નિસ્વાર્થ પ્રીત યાદ છે મને.. <br /><br />તારી રાહ જોવામા વીતાવેલી ઍક-ઍક ક્ષણ, <br />જ્યારે તને જોઈને નાચી ઉઠતુ મન યાદ છે મને... <br /><br />મારા પ્રત્યેનો તારો અનુરાગ, <br />મજાક કરવાની તું હમેશા શોધતી લાગ, યાદ છે મને... <br /><br />રોજ સવાર-સાંજ જામતી હતી રંગત, <br />મને પાડી ગયી 'તી હારવાની આદત યાદ છે મને... <br /><br />તારી મસ્તીભરી અણિયાળી આંખો, <br />ઍને જોઈને સેવેલા સપના લાખો, યાદ છે મને... <br /><br />અતીતમા નક્કી કરેલુ કે ચાલુ રાખીશું રમત, <br />અરે અબુધ, સમજી ના શક્યો કુદરતી કરામત, યાદ છે મને... <br /><br />તું મારા આંધીયારા જીવનને ઉજવાળતો ચાંદો હતો, <br />સાદગી તારી જોઈ, પ્રણય માં તારા હું માન્દો હતો યાદ છે મને... <br /><br />ઝપટભેર વહી ગયેલો સમયનો વહેણ, <br />અને મળ્યા 'તા આપણે,ના આમંત્રણ,ના કહેણ, યાદ છે મને... <br /><br />તારા ઢળેલા પોપચાંની સંમતી, <br />પછી શરૂ થઈ હતી મારી અવગતિ, યાદ છે મને... <br /><br />અજાણતા જ ઉદભવી રહેલો પ્રેમ નો અતિરેક યાદ છે મને.. <br />પોતાની જાતને પણ છેતરતા કલયુગમાં પ્રેમ થયો સાચેક.... <br /><br />જીવન નો ઍ બદનસીબ દિવસ યાદ છે મને... <br />લાઇફ માં ગુડલક ઍ માર્યુ રિવર્સ યાદ છે મને.. <br /><br />તારા ઝાંઝરિયા અવાજ નો રણકાર, <br />શુષ્ક શબ્દોમાં તે ભણેલો નકાર, <br />મારી લાગણીઓ ની રાખી ન તે દરકાર, <br />પછી પ્રેમ પ્રત્યે જન્મ્યો તિરસ્કાર, યાદ છે મને... <br /><br />મારા જીવનનુ અમૃત બની ગયુ મૃગજળ, <br />વિરહ મા વીહ્વળ બની સરેલા આંસુ દળ દળ, યાદ છે મને.. <br /><br />તારા પ્રેમનુ સરભર કરવા સરવૈયુ, <br />કેવુ મારૂ વલોવાયેલુ હતુ હૈયુ, ઍ યાદ છે મને... <br /><br />નિરર્થક તારા નામના રોયેલા રોદણા, <br />વિષ નો સ્વાદ કાઢવા આંસુ ના કરેલા કોગળા, યાદ છે મને.. <br /><br /><br />ઍ જ ક્ષણ થી 'કુશલ' કર્યો હતો દ્રઢ નિરધાર, <br />કોઈ પણ કાળે હવે ન લઉ પ્રેમનો આધાર, ઍ હજુ યાદ છે મને....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1653338776940658370-891353964981527928?l=kushal-thesnowfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722140480153269592noreply@blogger.com3