Live in THIS Moment

Live this moment
Live it to the fullest,
Leave behind all your memories,
They only bring regrets...

The past is past
It was never so perfect...
The Future is yet to come,
A fact, you must accept...

Forget what you had
And what you had not have...
Forget what you want to have,
Just don't forget, What you have...

Forget what you were
Forget what you wanted to be...
Be sure what you are,
Be sure, because,
THIS is the Moment to be...


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Tonight, when I was coming home by a train it was raining hard. People around were busy in their own worlds, and I felt alone in the crowd. (strange) I don't know why, but I put down these lines on a piece of paper

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Surrounded by Words

Words come to me,
Words go out like vapours,
Nobody knows how and where...

Sometimes they look so joyous,
Other times full of pain...
Like the desert sand
After first drops of rain...

Pure as they come
Straight from the depth of minds
A place where the heaven lies

Burst in my brain
Like the fireworks of night
And set the sky ablaze
With a flash of light

Oh they came! and Ah! they gone...
Words so naive!
How funny they behave...

- Janhavee
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So What Is Eassy then?

It's not easy to live
when you know you can't die
It's not easy to pretend
when you know you can't lie

It's not easy to fight
when you know you can't fire
It's not easy to dream
when you know you can't desire

It's not easy to cry
when you can't shed a tear
It's not easy to dare
when you don't have a fear

-Janhavee

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A Climb In The Madness

As I climb a step ,
I see another
and I see one more
rising higher and higher

And then
when I climb up a step-
I realise,
many more lie ahead
And I despise,
my own madness
to climb the staircase

-Janhavee
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Unfinished verses

Through the roughest paths
You walk a long distance
unaware of where you are to go

Life takes twists and turns
and you get pains and burns

And then,
Suddenly it happnens
Without any notice,
All comes to a standstill..

No distance to go
No journey to finish,
Only a few verses
that hang on like a lost wish

There you are left with
A few words that never rhymed
But they told your story
And your pulse-less hymn

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Because You Have To...

There are times when you say
what you don't mean to
but you say it because you have to...

There are days when you do
what you are not supposed to
but you do it because you have to...

There are times when you smile
although you don't feel to
but you do, because you have to...

There are days when you cry
all because your heart pours
but you shed no tear, because you have to...

There are times when you are alone
in the midst of a crouded city
and you live like it because you have to...

-Janhavee
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Things Lost Forever

Days pass by and Years roll over
The Time keep changing with every moment
and the moments are lost forever...

Moments..
The Tiny Fables of Joy
of Glory and of History
explode like bubble and create a mystery
and the Mysteries are lost forever...

The Fog of tears
of sorrows and of fears
shadows over the minds so blue
smoke breaks in the stocks of woods
and then you get the clue

What You had is not with you
What you had is lost Forever

-Janhavee

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It's exactly a year to an unfortunate terrorist attack on Mumbai suburban local trains. :(

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The First Cloud of Joy

On a sunny day
In the month of May
The heat is getting on and on
And near the Skyline I see a
A Cloud is Born.

Like a Crown on the head of a King,
The Cloud on the mountain- top
Is pure and shining

And then it marches to the East
With the wind coming from the West,
Marching and Marching
And it has no time to rest

The cloud is carrying A message
for the Mother Earth
And Every living being
That Life will soon take the rebirth.

And it says,
"The Winds are blowing
I see other clouds coming behind
I’m sure It’ll rain soon
For it’s the time for monsoon…"

Although it carries no drop of water,
The cloud gives me a hope
To believe in the gospel of the nature...

- Janhavee
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“To The Fantastic Federer Forever”

Roger, Roger, Roger
You are a Troublemaker.

Always putting your opponents in trouble…
Your Serve, Your Volley,
and your game at the line of Base,
Your Ace that none can race
Frightening Forehands,
Bemusing Backhands…
All those Poor Fellows have to face… …

Roger, Roger, Roger
You are a Troublemaker...

Always putting the ‘Stats’-men in trouble…
Breaking a Record and making another
And sending the priors to rubble…
You reach another feat
With the Legs that no one can beat… …

Roger, Roger, Roger
You are a Troublemaker...

Always putting your Fans in trouble…
They scream aloud and hard they cheer
But forget the breather
Whenever you are in a tie- (Heart) breaker


Roger, Roger, Roger
You are a Troublemaker...

Always putting everyone in trouble…
But we won’t mind to be troubled.

So keep Troubling Dear....!!!

Alone I walk...

In the moonless night
Under a cloudless sky,
I get along, alone,
I don’t know why…

The air is so windy,
The sky so black…
And I am all alone
On a night so Dark…

My Heart is so achy
And makes only one cry-
I can hear nothing,
But its desire to fly…

So I walk alone
In search of light-
For I know that
The Day will be so bright…

-Janhavee

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The Setting Sun...

Every Evening,
Before the darkness turns darker
And the sky is inflamed,
The Sun leans to the night.

And before going
Beyond the scarlet mountains,
He sings a song.

I feel
He laughs on me
And says- “Just another day has passed”
And in grief I retort,
“One more day is lost...”

The Sun is happy
For He knows the reason of His being,
Teases me for I can’t see what he is seeing –
“Satisfaction”- The True Joy Of Living…

-Janhavee

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The Talk of a Local Train...

With that day of might
We had lost our light
But not everything has ended with the night...

That day I stopped.
I stopped with a powerful blast
The men, The bombs and The blast
And then the blast after blast after blast....
Seven moments that ended with seven blasts
And then, there was another blast....
The Blast of Humanity,
Which is still alive...

The Eyes are still crying
Without a drop of Tear,
And the lips in silence,
Tell the story of a frozen fear...

That Day,
Like a caring mother
I stood by them
And I'm still with them-
With my innocent Children...

The Anguish of the Anger
Is not yet over
The signs of Danger
Will live forever...

Just like the Arabian Sea-
All quiet on the Shore
And so violent in the deep...

Or like the Monsoon Winds-
So cool and full of life
And yet so difficult to read

Or like me-
So tolerant and Caring
Overloaded with Trust
and yet in search of a Breath...

All that seems well, is not so well...
All that seems still, is not so still...

I can see it...
I can hear it...
I can feel it...
The fear of Terror is still in the air...

The Dark night has gone away,
But the light is not yet yet clear,
And the Day is not yet here....

The fear of Terror will vanish away,
But the memories will be forever
And then I'll stand still at least once a year...
And pray again and again...
For my innocent Children...

-Janhavee

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I believe in Dreams

It’s too rare
That everything is fair
Many will complain
But I won’t care
And I will dare
Because- “I have a Dream…”

So I won’t skip walking

Then
Let the hills be steeper
Or the rivers deeper
Let the light disappear
And night be darker...
I won’t skip walking
Because- “My Dreams call me…”

In the night
When crickets set to cheer
My lonely footsteps,
The only sound to hear
Still I won’t fear
Because, “My Dreams accompany me…”

Like stormy nights or windy waves
Can’t stop the ancient Sailors
Or like a tiny Rover
In the midst of a roaring river,
I’ll continue my fight
For “My Dreams are my power…”

Clocks and watches…
Days and Months…
Keep on poking me
I may have nobody with me
To cut my way
Through the harsh sea
Only “My Dreams will always help me…”

But then, I know,
If I look around,
You will say
“Here are we…”

-Janhavee

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Dreams Calling...

I have seen Limited people
In this Limited world
Living in their Limited houses
Having a Limited glimpse
Of this Limited sky

I wonder,
What makes them fly?

It must be a Dream...
And, what do they dream?

A Life, that is long,
A Relation, that is strong?
Or a Destiny-
That they wish to come along...

I too, have a Dream...

So I look up at the night sky
And I see the Smiling Stars
But they don’t show me the way...

So again, I look at the sky
I see the Birds fly high
they, to smile, but say-

“ Oh Come On!
You can do it - just try...”

- Janhavee

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The lost Colours...

Yesterday morning,

The Cupboard, I was cleaning

When I found an old box

And I found my memories back....

And I found

Some dried colour-bottles,

Broken brushes, palates and pencils.

They looked at me,

Smiled and asked silently,

“Have you noticed?

Look here-

The bottles are dried

But the colour is there...”

- Janhavee

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