First Love.

The dark is moving from the rack,
Marking a memory of the past,
I was in the rack and I was in the dark
For I was ignorant of the facts!

She walked past the rack,
And had the knack to track the heart
That was in the dark,
And my darkness is now the past.

Like an angel from the far
She has come for an act, that
Which took me from the rags
To the richness of Bliss!

Love or Lust

........

You are Blank...

You dont know how to..

You dont know why.....

And its all about a girl..

Yes its Love.. :)

Its such an innocent feel in one's life.. very sweet and precious...

But with time and tide.. Love is reformed to a worse format... and its called Lust...

You know what attracts you..

You know why...

its all about the physical and evident factors that attracts you.. those which are visible..

The life tends to be shorter or we try just to move along.. but not becoz we still want the person.. and we are often attracted to new ones for many a reason...

Boredom popsup in these relation after sometime.. we look for change . atleast secretly... Its called the play of Kalyug,,,

Trust is lost midway !! But yes its njoyable ... Lust everywhr.. and slowly all accepting its for Love :)

Life!!

Like a wooden log that travels in the stream with no original possession apart from its body, gradually find few things getting attached to it and mid-way drop from it and new things join just to leave after some-point of time..


So is Life.. its just a travel in the stream where we actually have no control, we just travel along the current and those which comes into our life and those which depart from us never take our permission.. But then we can't wait we need to move with the current.. Where even the actual destination a mystery !!