Sunday, October 25, 2009

blACk ShAdoWs


He was sleeping for sure,
when he heard this noise.
It was a cry of a child.
But, it sounded like an echo.

He looked up to check the time.
It was 2:13am sharp.
He got up from his bed, to see who is crying?
But all he saw was heavy rains.

So he went back to bed,
but took him hours to sleep.
Next morning he woke up and came to know,
that his neighbor was dead.

He went for the funeral.
He prayed for peace.
But something was strange in that morning-air.
Something which he never felt before.

He left for home sooner.
and had his dinner early.
and when he went in the basement to fix the bulb.
and there they were.

He felt that he was surrounded.
by few dark shadows.
which moved around him,
as every step he took in fear.

He could not believe his sight.
as they moved without a noise.
and this was for real.
and not just a thought, but fright.

His spine shivered.
with his eyes wide open.
he ran upstairs,
and next thing to see was him running in the snow.

He tried sleeping that night too.
but again, getting disturbed at 2:13am
and  this time he found out who was crying.
which surprisingly turned out to be a black cat, in pain.

Early morning,
he heard his friend's father died.
he could not believe this.
and cursed the rains, coz they are unlucky.

But deep within, he knew that there was something.
or someone, that was warning him.
those dark shadows from the basement,
and  the echoed cry of the cat meant something.

That night,
he went downstairs by himself.
he started questioning the shadows.
and the answer was understood, rather than heard.

Now, he is their friend.
and the Cat doesn't cries any more.
The shadows also stopped disturbing him.
Did God really bless him?

Friday, October 02, 2009

Spotlight



Once upon a time in far far west, John was working late in his theater.
He was upstairs in the light room, listening to Sinatra.
Suddenly, he hears footsteps walking up the stage.
He turns on his spotlight, and focuses that way.

It was a feminine perfection dressed in white.
She covered her face, as the light was too bright.
The music, the stage, and the spotlight,
made her dance, with a reason for the new moonlight.

Her amazing grace, and presence of simplicity,
were like a big stunner for his sight.
Her performance so elegant,
Made up for the hardest work of his night.

John ran downstairs to meet her.
But she had disappeared from there.
He sighed, and started wondering about it.
He knew she was his gonna-be with.

Next night, she came again,
as he turned on the spotlight .
She danced her heart under that light.
But before he could reach her, she was gone.

Who is this girl?
What does she want?
is she some angel?
But a pretty one :)

God sends an angel to every human being.
With a shiny golden box of hope.
It is up to us to neglect gold, and seek for hope...

Sunday, August 30, 2009

~ The Truth ~


I miss you more and more each day.
No matter how hard I try to let go of you…
You stay with me everyday.
I wake up thinking of you.
I go to sleep dreaming about you.

I want this to stop!

Because… It’s getting harder and harder, to go through each day.

Being here without you...
And, the thought of us never being together hurts me even more.


You think I am cold towards you.
You think I am harsh to you.
You think I am being rude…by not offering you sweet words.
I know how you feel…
You may think I don’t feel the same…anymore.
But, you don’t realise how much I want you.

The truth is I never stopped loving you…
I just stopped showing it…
Thinking it would make things better between us.

But, no.

Thinking of you being with someone else and loving her, and not me, the same way…hurts me even more… When we meet…it makes me happy to just hear from you...and see your smile…to hear your voice. But it frustrates me when we argue…over silly things…and misunderstand each other…

It’s the distance to blame!

I know love has no boundaries…
But the truth is… this is our boundary.
And the saddening truth about this is that we may not be able to cross it…
Till then….for as long as I would wish…we could stay friends…if not best…at least good friends.

I love you, and miss you.
And will cherish you even more each day.
Till the end.


-Pea.Jay-

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

A Pocket Full of Dreams





Sweetheart,

Let me pull out the moon from my pocket;
and paint it brighter, only for you.

Let me jump and grab some of those stars;
and stick it on the gift I got, for you.

I have your favorite chocolate in my pocket.
Let me ask the Lil Teddy to hold it, for you.

Let me save this Red Rose I bought.
and draw a love symbol, only for you.

Let me light those heart-shaped candles I got.
and make some dinner tonight, only for you.

Let me kiss your cheeks, first left then right.
and wish goodnight, to you.

Let me draw few curves early morning.
and paint them with 7even colors, only for you.

Let me bring a smile on your face.
and make everything alright for you.

Let me hold your hand, as you look in my eyes.
and propose to you...... I love you :)


Written by - Saimish Desai & Suhani Jhawar.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

it's all about you


it's all about you
it always has been
this is nothing new
you knew it from within

what is life to you
is the same life to me
the reason why you're so blue
is only you, you gotta agree

the sun is as bright for you
as bright it looks to me
only you know what is true
because you're the one who has the key

it's all about you
it always has been
this is nothing new
you knew it from within

an innocent child's happiness,
a newlywed couples promises.
even you have a heart
then why do we think so apart

you thought you were strong
now you know you are wrong
in the end what matters is the truth
and this life you lived is your truth

it's all about you
it always has been
this is nothing new
you knew it from within

- Ritika Kothari & Saimish Desai.

Monday, May 18, 2009

The Woman in Red


I still remember that day,
it has been a long way.
That pretty Woman in Red.
Had Stole my heart away.

Her hair was black and straight.
With few touching her right face.
Her lips were tender red,
I was waiting for her to embrace.

It was meant to be a date.
I told her that she was looking great.
She blushed with those mascara-filled eyes.
with a big smile, for which I didn't have to wait.

All I did after ordering food was stare.
and poor her, had me to bear.
She raised her elbow to the table top.
with 4 fingers on her chin, she started to stare.

The whole date was filled with fun and joy.
her sight was the best I could see with my eye.
her laugh was like that of a mischievous toddler.
but it was time to drop her home and wish goodbye.

So I drove her home, real slow.
and when we reached, we were both so low.
she said thanks, and walked towards the door.
but stopped at the porch, turned back, and smiled.
AND I KNEW OUR PRESENT AND FUTURE!!!

Friday, March 20, 2009

I had a limited knowledge about love


I had a limited knowledge about love.
Until I found out that love never ends.

It's like a feeling from the past.
Its assumed to last, but sometimes you just don't get it.

Expressing is important.
But then, words and sounds are trivial modes of expression.

Color to resemble love is red.
But once in love, makes life even more colorful.

It's totally a beautiful pleasurable dream.
But feels like an intense storm of joy.

Miles of Smiles in love.
But it still starts with a tear of happiness.

God is just an observer.
The one who created this love is you.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

~~~ till the top ~~~

I remember the story of this child.
He was shown few pictures of a mountain so far,
and told him that he has to climb it to achieve eternal bliss.

It started since the day he was born.
He was well trained in school, and college.
He knew very well what needs to be done during situations.

Now the day had come.
He wore his shoes, and started walking.
He was so dedicated that he would not stop for anything.

While walking, he met few people.
He made friendship with them.
He even got related with few.
They helped him along his way.

He faced the hot sun for few months.
Followed by heavy rains.
Followed by wind chills and snow storms.
But nothing affected his dedication.

After few years,
he finally reached till the top of the mountain.
and there he felt the eternal bliss.

Now ----

He looks back,
but he doesn't see any familiar faces.

He went to search for his friends,
but no one wants to talk to him anymore.

He went to his relatives,
but they don't respect him anymore.

so was his dedication a joke?
or is this pure jealousy against the dedication of a successful position?

- Saimish Desai