Peace and serenity

The best and only way to speak to God is to speak to nature..alone..Then u find God everywhere...:)

A beautiful journey..

Here's a small token of thanks to all my friends(called The ROAMERS) with whom i had spent many wonderful moments which I will cherish whole my life.
This poem is about our trip to beautiful hill station in India i.e. Lansdowne.

Just can't forget those two days,
which i'll cherish in many ways.
Learned a new meaning of a bond, called FRIENDSHIP,
as with them, any journey will be an awwesome trip.
Until that day, life's been a rookie,skating on an icy track,
but now, i try to find a ray,even from a crack.
The air had been calm and serene,
and every particle was shining to the fullest of its sheen.
Mountains wore a blanket,half melted half iced,
speaking volumes of themselves, that left me enticed.
Then came the evening which i liked the most,
the nature with her arms spread, proved to be a perfect host.
Walked up the road, with a cool breeze in a dim moon-light,
just made me realize a dream, in which i dreamt such a sight.
Came the next day, when we headed for another journey,
singing,chanting,walking up the roads,some curvey some turney.
Then came the God's house,which people call temple,
and we showed him by our recitations, that we are not that bad sample. (  )
Now was the time for some adventure,
without worrying for single fixture and denture.
Climbed down the hill, with utter zeal,
forgetting that we hadn't had even a single meal.
Then was the time to say goodbye to the hills,
but we were yet to show our watery drills.
Sat quietly there for hours, and learned a lesson from the river,
no matter what comes the way,never stop,never shiver.
At last, came the end of it,
but i had collected memories & moments,most precious in my kit.
Still don't know how to thank my kiths,and in what ways,
but i can't forget those two days.

With Best Compliments,
one of the ROAMER.

My first Love...

This is a poem dedicated to every mother in this world from every child in this world.Sometimes we don't know how to say to our mother how much we love her, what she means to us. Sometimes we want to, but its too late.
So please, tell your mother how much you love her because she is the greatest gift from God that you can ever get.Here's a small token from me in remembrance of my mother..

Where is my mom,
Can anyone find her through any dot com.
Every night i used to search her,
in my dreams,in reality,
But,all i get is a sense of solitarity.
She used to be like a shield for me,
now, life appears to be a battlefield for me.
She means everything to me,
then why did god take her,
and leave me with eyes when i have nothing to see.
She was the person who taught me how to talk,how to walk,
how to bloom when you are in a gloom,
how to live a life of respect,by making decisions for which you don't have to retrospect,
She was the one who used to cook delicious meals for me,
anytime i approached her,when i was hungry and free.
She was the one to scold me first,
so as to save me from this evil world's dust.
She was the one to love me first,
because she knew that her love for me was a must.
She taught me how to smile in pains,
without thinking of any loss or gains.
She was the one who taught me how to draw and paint,
but i always wanted to tell her,
that my best work,is to paint her as a saint.
She was the one who used to recite me stories,
and to make me sleep,sing some lorries.
I want to tell you mom,wherever you are gone,
please come back soon, or else you'll see me doom.
Now at night,when i see in the sky,
i see a star,quite a distance far,
shining so bright,throwing its light.
Now when someone asks me,where is my mom,
i used to point to the star and say
THERE IS MY MOM.

I love u mom and i miss you so much
- from your son.