Memories!

The world is moving on

In leaps and bounds

But sometime you gotto stop

You gotto turn around

Just see what you’ve done…

What you’ve lost and found

They’re your memories

they deserve a little more

it’s after all a journey

doesn’t matter which destiny

they deserve a little more

a little more….

If you think theres no time to recollect

Then whats the use

of being so busy in the first place

it’s a sour taste of unshared success

that’s all you possess

you deserve a little more

they deserve a little too!

They’re your memories…

Close your eyes and reflect

Sweet memories

Listen to your heart, don’t regret

any memory

smile or shed a tear or two

whats happened with you

happens with few

you deserve a little more

they deserve a little too!

bittersweet memories,

You’re you coz of those

Memories…

Piya ko yaad kare...

Iss dil ko na rok paaun

Kare manmani..

Ho piya ko yaad kare….

Piya ko yaad kare…

Kaise use samjhau

Kahan woh chale gaye..

Aason who bhata rahe..

Ye dil toh nanhe bacche ki tarah

Rooth jaye…

Kaise isse manaye…

Piya ko yaad kare….

 Dhyaan toh bat jaye

Dil ka dhyaan hum kaise bataye

Bas ek hee rat lagaye…

Piya ko yaad kare….

Piya se pyaar kare….

Piya ko yaad kare….

Bas ek Mauka...!

aajkal sabhi....
kisi na kisi cheez main mahir hai..
lekin ham yahin..
khade hai ye sabko zahir hai...

kehnke liye toh kaafi kuch keh hum sakte hai
par karne ke liye bas koi humpe bharosa kare...

bas ek mauka mile
woh sapno ko sakar kare
unn aakhon ki umeedon ko pura kare...
bas ek mauka....!!

bas ek mauka......

paar karke ye dagmati nayya ko
dimaag lagaye kaam pe
chhodein fizul baaton ko
bas ek bharosa tu de

phir dekh kaise khile woh rang
phulon main....
bas ek mauka mile....
chaandni bhi suraj ki jwala
se bane...

bas ek mauka mile...........
bak ek mauka mile....

Its all about love...in the end!

Isn't it all about love
that we do the things we do
isn't it all about love in the end?

you either get it or you dont
it begins with mum and dad
casting your destiny
encompassing good and bad...

you're in constant need of it...
even a little bit...
but its all about love in the end...

with age comes new sides to it
forming bright and dark corners
you wish to stay near that light
but dark shadow overpowers

Isn't it coz of love
u hate someone too...
isn't it all about love in the end?

be it dressing or adressing
in a crowd unknown
be it listening to the music or
talking on the phone
be it jealousy or envy
be it you or me
love is the reason
for the way
all of us have been
you might want it from
the one who doesn't give a shit
they arent thinking about you
even for single minute
you might be fully aware
that they dont care
but the fucking love
is in middle in the end!

Isn't it all about love
that we do the things we do
isn't it all about love in the end?

you then just lose your mind
your loves one of a kind
that doesnt let you go
you'ren middle of the ocean...god wheres the shore?
you find in every other person
the one that could be
the one who could become
a part of your destiny
with constant failures
what could help you believe
that it is eL-O-Vee-Eee
yeah right!
thats what it did to me!

yeah it is all about love
its all about love in the end!

Who am I without you?

Who am I without you...?
its coz of the skies
oceans are blue...
Who am I without you..?
There are though 6 billion
like you are few...
Who am I without you...? without you?

Was I lost so much in me
that your love I couldn't feel...
what is there in me you see
you were there as long as you could be...


I miss your ingenuousness
pictures bring vicarious innocence
but what i did and how i'd been
obviates all my plees

who am i without you? without you? without you?

could i dare to wish you back?
would you even see my face?
although you left me behind...
but these questions are in my mind

who am i without you? without you ? without you?

Bade ho gaye yaar...

With the campus abuzz with internships, shortlists and array of well wishes on facebook wall, just makes me aware of this slow but steady transition into adulthood…”Yaar hum bade ho gaye” is all that is ringing in my head. It’s so true, no matter however clichéd it might sound, that the real taste of success is when you’re lucky enough to share it with a few special ones. Those efforts, those pains, that hard work, all comes back to you in ironically soothing fashion whilst it is let out amongst friends. Moments of truth, moments of reality just spill the beans of all that you did and you didn’t in this fleeting time which decides your fate for all that you are and all that you’re going to be. It’s funny the way how I’ve started talking in front of my juniors, the way which I once used to just perceive from my seniors. Whether we hate it or we like it the truth is we’re growing up and I just hope this world gives me experience enough to cope up with it....

Happy Teachers Day...

My heart makes a melody for the one who made me

The one I am today, the one I wanna be

It’s simply effortless to make, this song for all of them

Who’ve put all those efforts simply to make us good men.

With every growing step it’s a realization

Of all those small sacrifices you’ve made

I wish the arrow of time could curve itself

To take me back where it all began

All I can do is sing for you this melody

Of my heart…

That your teachings stay eternal

even if the soul departs…