Light & Flow 
A ~

I Know One Life.

Let’s take a halt to listen

the flowing river creating the little streams

rising wind’s wild, free songs

a lost bird’s flying call

let’s love, rise and fall

see the waves in rounds of times

let them haunt, surprise and enthrall

Let’s You and I, betray our unspoken angst

Walk barefoot on the sands of silk

Throw the water of the cold sea

On the bare open lies

Let’s just stop to see the

Running footsteps of life

For, I don’t know how to control

the laughter chasing the twists

of this one universal rather funny life

so don’t frown at my happiness

it will only increase your strife!

A blessing per Rupee

A life is as much earned

As any amount of gain be cherished

Steps can change not the destination, but the way

Moments can change not the real you, but the reality

Money can change not the way one looks within

but the choices

Heart wanted to achieve a lot, body wanted to relax a lot

Dreams wanted to expand a lot

A gain wanted to name my life, a life earned instead

Where blessing becomes a life

There are never the souls that strife …

A mind is as much broadened as any power of self be explored

A look can show not just the existing but what lies beneath

A judgement speaks out not about others

But unconsciously about our own self

Eyes wanted to bless a lot, hands wanted to cash a lot , night wanted to comfort a lot

A Rupee wanted to name my life

A blessing fared life instead

A look genuine with concern will ask never to give

But raise love to grant

An age is sighed which has seen

Not the real change in people, but the appearances

A life on road has brought me no  luxuries

But a crown of self rule

A settlement with clemency of others has changed not my

Profession, but has quoted me a blessing …

Honesty wanted to achieve a lot, smile wanted to stretch a lot

The old age wanted to say a lot, people wanted to regionalize my life, a blessing its aim became instead..

Wishes of the self might not chase forever, but self will….

One eye often cried, could change not the way grounded life of mine

But silenced my angst instead

One ear often heard, overheard, the aspersions, whispering

‘why doesn’t she effort to earn? Has she not the two hands, legs and senses?’

One soul laughed, another one became stolid

Questioned my unspoken glances many

‘how much have they gained, and what have they lost?

How much can they help, for how long can they be kind?

Some eyes blessed, knowing more of love tan their own life

Stopped, touched, smiled with care and not mercy

A rupee there wanted to name my life, but somebody’s

Unselfish love earned instead…

A life became successful, a wish became fruitful

A belief became rational

When my wish to bless and live

Was touched by those eyes,

Those hands comprehending not

Just  the way I am

But why I am ….

Holi Bash!

Holi Bash!

Lots of colors, lots of madness, lots of music and lots of booze, 

it was the time to just fucking let loose 

basked in the sun, had a splash, spirits set high

a world of colors, and lots of friends

got together and not letting the day end.. 

bit of a drama, bit of a gang fight

still had a shot on our plunging dive 

floating in to the water, driving in to the musync  ;)

through the guitars of 'them clones'

we rose from the sky, shaking our heads,our eyes could barely blink

not wanting to miss ;)

great show it was, its echoes stay

live and vivid . . . 

all was orange, green, pink and blue

one helluva holi party, thats true

its minor spoilers though we could avoid going through!!!!

Clothes that bought you!

The morning stare that you give to you when you wake up and the happy smile

that you give to the mirror away as you wash your face off all willing to go hit and hide in the sack or in the arms of your loved one…

All of these little things we do are a part of our daily behaviour/needs. Call them by any name and yet its undaunted that looking at yourself is important.

We often make fun of people who like looking at themselves too much in the mirror or even as they stoop down to check on their reflection. What is it that they are trying to look at? Is it only the physical attributes of one’s personality? Why is it that there’s so much awkwardness one feels when caught looking? Can’t we check to see if we are looking okay? What is this whole dilemma of feeling ‘caught’ when somebody just looks at us all of a sudden and we just tend to frown or ignore it at times…

As much as we can’t stop checking ourselves out, its going to be more worthwhile to really put a lid on our feeling of being watched or caught especially when one is trying to follow his/her will. So what if it is going to look awkward in front of others.

By following will, it means that you want to be somebody you thought of becoming. And checking again and again is a sign that you want to make sure you are not just feeling it in your heart but carrying it away as well.

You are going to see the real you by following your heart and then even your reflection will see what you always wanted to see in you; physically, mentally and heartily.

One can add on all the attributes in one’s personality by simply taking a deeper look at one’s self in the mirror and see what you wearing, what you put on your face and what colour you choose to reflect your personality.  Does it all speak about you or is it something you have picked on because it’s cool, or makes you look ‘in’ with the times.

This time don’t ask.  Just look.  And look again!!

And once you have looked you will see the boy / girl / woman /man who has grown over the times to dress up in a particular way. Is it really how you wanted to be or has some things (persons, trends etc) influenced you deep down so you ended up personifying yourself like that?

Well, to be your self

And light the veil

Pick on a favourite color

And fiddle through the drawer

De-clutter your everything

And welcome a refreshing swing

Bow down to the real you

Which was hidden

Beneath the clothes that bought You!! 

--

Akanksha

What it is that you say to me

that my anger brings out a smile

What is it that you do to me 

that my rigidness wants to hide in the sack

what it is that your smile does to my heart

that i only want to see you when i feel low

life gives a lot of days in a year to live

but what is it about you that my days

don't get tired running past life

and living the years off...

what is it love that you are made of

that even in my anger , and stupidity

you never let me realise where i lack

magic, mantras or super cool tantras

you surpass ocean when it goes high touching the sky 

higher than the will of the heart 

deeper than the gods could place our heart 

and lighter than the air that my joys float away in my heart

I love you too mate

and i hear it too

still why is it that you making me shout to my heart aloud

that i love you and you and you and...

--

Akanksha  

Choice or a Two 

If you ever have to get stuck by choice

do that with the idea of celebrating life

damn you forlorn flunks

yes, that's what we were born to do

Failures are nothing but short of sights

you look at them and can see

what is needed

What you can’t look at is

beneath the puddle

because you dig out what you want to hide

So fetch some hike and ride

get on your plunging sprightliness

Launch your pride weapons

sousing them with your humour and wit

for nothing appeals mankind more than

a shared soak-able dip 

--

A.