My Angel in dream

You came in white and also in western

To make a link and have a concern

To cease my thoughts

             As it would have been

When for the first time

             You landed in my dream

Whenever I used to go to sleep

I wish your thoughts would give a peep

But I wasn’t that lucky

             To see your face

I desperately searched

             But just couldn’t trace

All this happened since many days

And my wish had also turned into craze

And then for the first time

             My Angel came

To brighten my dreams

             And sweeten the same

The dream had one thing very distinct

That made me feel through my instinct

It was the orange skirt

             In which I saw you

Which made me think twice

             That I still know you

In that orange skirt

             You were looking too good

I could only stay and stare

             And wait as I should

I’m sorry to say

             But I wanted to embrace

That outstanding beauty

             Of that subtle face

I hold your hand and soon realized

That it was a dream that I analyzed

But whatever it was

             It was simple and straight

That my Angel was in my dream

             Which was really great

Return of my Angel

The first creation – ‘Angel in white’

             Was not a deliberate one

And when you said that you didn’t mind

             I knew there’s more left to be done

I thought you would mind

             But instead you encouraged me

I was sure I’ll write more

             As my Angel is dear to me

So, today I get down with this

             To see the return of my Angel

But this time she’s not in salwar suit

             Rather she’s a new western Angel

I never used to have

             A fancy towards western dresses

And a simple sober Indian girl

             Was enough to have my crushes

But this was the first time

             That somebody pulled my attention

Even though you were in western

             Still you deserve my affection

I’d never ever imagined

             That you would look so different

You had that look and that killer stance

             And your thoughts were equally recurrent

I tried back hard

             To regain my lost balance

You had almost made me crazy

             And broke my inner silence

Fortunately enough, that day

             We never had any class

Otherwise it would have been difficult

             To concentrate and pass

Please have a little mercy on me

             I can’t afford to waste my time on you

I try damn hard to resist your thoughts

             But then again I find something new

Something new to pen it down

Quite a few to think around

But then I hear a silent sound

That I’m also a little bound

I’m bound to my aim

             I’m bound to my dream

And then I somehow control myself

             Flowing down the stream

I agree that I like you very much

             But I’m not going any far

My career is the thing that’s most important

             As I need to reach the star

I’m very much aware of my dreams

             But you even land down there

And the catastrophe that you create

             Is not at all fair

Whether you wear western or Indian

             Whether you wear white or not

I’m always going to write about you

             So, don’t bother a lot

You had been my Angel

             Since the day I saw you in white

But don’t take anything seriously

             As I only have a hobby to write

Be like a little star

Ever noticed a little child?

And ever noticed their blissful ignorance?

Though they have seen the least of this world

Yet they’ve some exceptional sense

They have so many things to teach you back

We’re no doubt mature

             But few are the things that we lack

So, those are called the little stars

Who shine even brighter than the brightest star

When you come along with them

You’ll realize the unselfish love

             That they emit

If you play along with them

You’ll realize in what state of purity

             Do they exist

Their mind is free from all the tensions

Yet their heart is full of love and emotions

They don’t bother about tricks and relations

What they understand is

             The deep love and affection

They never even dream to harm anybody

As their purest desire is to love everybody

They don’t have the tendency to take revenge

And they are free from every mental avenge

They have the habit

             To learn everything new

Yet this habit is maintained and cultivated

             By only a few

They have the craze and excitement

             In every object they see

They develop a sense of attachment

             And suppress ‘I’ for ‘we’

Learn to be a little star

The childhood stage is the purest in our life

Remember your every experience

It’s going to help you in every strife