love of a mirage

love never happens it grows ,grows with the feel that starts with just a attraction from the depth of the emotions ,
breaking all the preconceived notions, it puts whole of the life in motion,
u seek explanation,try to come out of the dilemma of your realization ,
in the nights ,in the day at the moment of the halted time and all u get is just a smile on ur face and tears in the eyes ,
and in the desert of deserted emotions the last hope of the last sight of that mirage also keeps you goin 

forgetting the unforgettable

in the deep shades of the dark nights ,lost in my thoughts and their fight,
trying to understand the logic of being illogical ,and the emotionality of being practical,
i try to get in the veins of the time ,so that the blood of the moments might again pump the heart ,
the dust of time keeps on depositing over the peaks of the memories ,at times it even becomes imponderable,
then from somewhere ,comes the breeze sometime just like a child and at times real wild ,
it hit the peaks so high ,what was imponderable just get back in the sight,
all the attempts ,all though it not at all tempts ,fade away and what remains is just an equation ,forgetting the unforgettable.......................................

rain the train

looking at the rain ,my life feels like a moving train,
it makes life still , yet add the pace ,
it fills my  whole life ,yet open some space,
i  see the way of my  life sitting in the compartment of  thoughts,
the momnets of life pass by like  cities i am crossing  on the journey,
it gives the hug that i always wished ,it gives the kiss like have never been kissed ,
it occupies me like i have never missed , it rains , it drains ,
and when the journey ends i am still sitting but the outside world has changed ,
the world of thoughts , and i pic up the bag of thoughts and get back to my work