Why Cant this Appen

Once I was dusting my book of life,
I happened to see a beautiful page,
It was lying untouched for so long,
Not getting attention of any sort.

An urge aroused to go through it fast,
As if to feel it all again and again,
It revived me of each bits once more,
It generated ample of refreshment.

God...How beautiful was each day!..
Each moments were full of life.
Those days possess spring of all seasons,
It is a precious mine of best memories.

The way I was turning back the pages,
I wished I could just rewind my ages,
To reach there to get back those days,
Just to fill my empty days to feel alive...

Which has started loosing its essence...
Slowly but sadly by the hands of time.
But never I doubt that even time can ever,
Destroy or fade the beauty of that page

To my MOM

I feel wonder of your love
It is deeper than this calm sea
It has no limits as the clear sky
There are no tearful ends can see

When tears cover my heart
When I feel there’s nobody to me
I hear you as my heart beat
Collects my broken hopes to me

Sometimes I am hurting you from words
I am giving to your heart so much pain
Sometimes I am not caring of your words
But lovingly you are taking me again

You are a river of kindness you are the love
There is no any example in this whole world
You are the real meaning to the adorable love
Mom always you are the strength to my world

Still I feel of you as the very first days
I cried without you
Words are too poor to explain
But Mom, so much I love you

Delicated to woman

A smile of a woman can swept away
Thousands sorrows of a man’s heart
One woman can make from one day
A man’s heart as fresh and as great

A woman can wipe very hot tears
And bring smiles to a tearful face
A woman can take lots of fears
And give to others the joy ‘s rays

A woman can express sweetest words
To make soft feelings in a tough heart
Only a woman can wet their eyes
Because of another one’s broken heart

Only a woman can make a baby to sleep
And invite angels to the baby’s dreams
Only a woman can hide an ocean of tears
And smile as thousands of starry skies .

Whts Life???????????

A question that haunts everybody’s mind
More you explore, more complications u find.
Neither easy to understand nor easy to know,
Its kind of drama with different sorts of show.
Some think controller is almighty god,
Other thinks they are their own lord.
Play starts with birth & ends with death,
Before one starts understanding it becomes too late.
Relations are given relations are made,
How faithful is one he can only grade.
Some call it struggle, other call it race.
Can’t one be happy in what little he gets?
I call it beautiful, I call it fun
No need to understand it, accept whatever comes.
Enjoy every moment of life with all ups and downs
Stop fighting, stop struggling, and stop longing for more n more
Nothing going to go with you that is for sure . . .