In my dream, I wrote a poem on you.

Oh may be

on your perfect smile and the way it simply falls on your pink lips.

Or on your black sparkling eyes, who seem like swimming in water of innocence.

Or on those silent lips whispering some unsaid stories in my ears

Or the way you caught me accidentally staring at you and creating a whole different world in my mind

Or on that perfectly made hair that looks cute on you,
Me running my fingers through.

Or on that only picture of ours we looked super cute, and in all those memories I caught from the only time I get to be as near you as can..

Oh god, In my dream I wrote a poem on you

But I desire to make this dream true, but the ***** for changing this into reality is somewhere missing,
It was only there where the courage to talk to you belongs.
©Yukti

Today I saw two unknown people dancing together.
to this dancefloor of street..
The atmosphere had something
Somewhat spark or
Love or
Full of enthusiasm
& Purity.
It felt like someone lived a life in few minutes.
The music already died
but the dance didn't.

They seemed crazy and fully away from this world
Their mind was only into the fun they were having.

Guess
Guess who are they



Okay! They were an old man and a little child..©yukti

I want to run away.
No, not with you
Ah! not with you
But away from all of you.

I want to run away
In this heavy rain
What I will gain
Is this only pain.


I want to run away
From all these lies
Before the time flies
Away in the skies.


I want to run away
To the way of the spark
Away from all the dark
To create a new benchmark.

what if I stopped believing in you ??

All your blessings will turn into a curse.
All your sympathy will make me worse.

What if You mold my heart of glass accordingly,

All my life I will remain coward.
All my self-love will be shattered.


What if I will be happy seeing you leaving

All our love will be till the dawn.
All our special bond will be broken down..

What if you would be the toxic water poured over a flower like me.

till when I am gonna remain inside a bud
I know the world's influence forces me to be
but God gave me two options
whether to bloom or to die.


I know it is much pain to decide to survive
but how can you see the beautiful corals without a dive?

My heartfelt the sudden weight when I saw you
seating inside the car and waving goodbye to me.

I knew that this time had to come,
and believed "I am strong, I'll handle it".

but,
but the awkward silence after you leave,
makes me cry.

yeah, I remember I being rude to you.
all the time.
BUT in return
you always guarded me,
protected me,
supported me,
tried to understand me &
even made me laugh.

but I never even tried to be nice to you,
and it is not because you are not good but
because I don't want to be like you.
I am afraid of being one.. "the nice one"

but today I failed my rude behavior. so yes you are going far.
so bye, and I apologize for being worst sister ever.

Independence is a mirage
If We are watering a dried corsage.

Dead Flowers of color and caste
Eventually dividing us by its blast.

It seems mirage till we reach
And realize what we were seeing is not water but just sand.

Independence is a mirage
Until we stop the following Entourage.

Making our nation our priority
Give our motherland some authority

Then see the perfect change
Till then independence is a mirage