Gun Powder

When I try to sleep
I wish I rather weep.
Wash away with tears,
My sorrows and fears.

Once the heart of Gold
is now so cold.
What glowed like fire.
smells like burnt tire.

With the passing tide
Am I more dead inside?
Is this it?
No, Somewhere in the ashes
Something is lit.

Only the fuse has burnt...
and left is the Gun Powder.

Happy Holi

Holi is approaching...
with nothing to do
Thoght of writing a poem...
wrote one in 5 min
then thought of putting it here :) ;)

Dekho fir se holi aayi hai
Sunahari satrangi chata chayi hai

Aap ki jindagi bhi bhari rahe in rango se
Dil ki ghahrayion se ek hi aawaj aayi hai

Gubbare aur pichkari nahi chalate hum
Kichad aur ando se nikala dum
Kyunki chahe kuch bhi karo
Bhawanaye wahi hai
Ichhaye wahi hai
Pyar wahi hai
Deewane wahi hai
Bas peeli Bhang mili thodi si thandayi hai
Dekho fir se holi aayi hai

Happy Holi