Rules of the Jungle

It was a bright sunny morning,

and he walked with a spring in each step.

The little white rabbit had no clue,

what was in his life ahead.

He reached near the river,

and saw a gorgeous little squirrel.

Ooops, she casted a spell on him,

he began to speak like a minstrel.

'Shall I talk to her, shall I not',he thought,

'What if I ask her, and get a NO'.

But the magic was working on him,

and he wouldn't let his better half go.

She looked at him and bent her head,

flickered her eyes,and gave a smile.

Gosh, he went all crazy,

he just loved her style.

They walked in the meadows,

they were savouring the bliss.

And when the rabbit had to leave,

she gave him his first kiss.

She didn't want to let him go,

she gave him red rose.

The moonshine was their only accomplice,

and love, brought them close.

Lost in their ecstasy they didn't recall,

the harsh Rules of the Jungle.

No matter how much they were in love,

their happiness was about to mangle.

'What if we were pigeons', she'd say,

'I would fly with you, I'll get through'.

It was her only wish she had expressed, 

and he hated himself, as nothing he could do.

She would wear jasmine for him, she recalled,

She burst into tears, her heart spalled.

Rules were clear, protocols were tough,

A rabbit and a squirrel cannot be in love.

She wanted him, but Rules of the Jungle were numb,

He knew she loved him madly, and so he kupt mum.

They wanted a lot but neither would say,

All he would do is wait and pray.

Thirty Red Roses...

Straggering alone on that broken boulevard,

He moved slowly towards the graveyard.

Yes, came true all his fears,

as thirty roses brought him into tears.

Those thirty roses had many promises to keep,

tonight his poor soul could do nothing but weep.

Those thirty roses said they loved him thirty times more,

this ached his heart and his emotions sore.

Their redness had an incredible charm,

and those thirty roses had kept him warm.

He knew those thirty roses had loved him a lot,

but someone, somewhere was on for a slaught.

This walk had been tough and many petals shed,

He winced in pain to see those thirty roses dead.

His pain multiplied, with each and every breath,

that someone had choked his gorgeous roses to death.

This night was windy and he in a poignant state,

Kissing his beloved thirty dead roses he knew he'd always wait...

They both were madly in love...he and his thirty dead roses...

Ghum ko seene main daba rakha hai...

dil ki chaukhat pe ik deep jala rakha hai

tere laut aane ka imkaan saja rakha hai

    

saans tak bhi nahin lete aapko sochte waqt

humne is kaam ko bhi kal pe utha rakha hai

rooth jati ho to kuch aur hasin lagti ho

ye soch ke hi aapko khafa rakha hai

 

tum jise rota hua chhorr gayi thi ik din

humne us shaam ko seeney se laga rakha hai

chein nahin lene deta yeh kisi tor mujhe

aapki yadoon ne jo tufaan utha rakha hai

 

jaane wale ne kaha tha ki woh aayega zaroor

ek isi aas pe darwaza khula rakha hai

aapke jane se jo ek dhool uthi thi ghum ki

humne us dhool ko aakhon mei basa rakha hai

 

mujhko kal shaam se woh yaad bohot aane laga

dil ne muddat se jo ek shaksa bhula rakha hai

aakhri baar jo aaya tha mere naam Wasei

mai ne is khat ko kaleje se laga rakha hai

dil ki chaukhat pe ik deep jala rakha hai

tere laut aane ka imkaan saja rakha hai

Only if you could....

There are so many words I cannot say, 
when I look into your eyes. 
I want to be able to tell you one day, 
but I'm left speechless every time that I try.

You must have stumbled across the key, 
and discovered so much more. 
You found a hidden place in me, 
you found my heart and opened the door. 
And I cried in pain of losing my sweetheart.

Will it ever be the same again? 
If it passes will it be the end? 
I realized it was worth so much, 
as I lie in bed last night. 
So I allowed my soul to be touched, 
without even putting up a fight. 
Are my eyes deceiving me, 
when I see you standing there? 
Are you playing games, 
just to see if I care?

You speak my name in a prelude, 
in a reference to love, 
with such loving attitude, 
as if it were a message from above. 
With the palms of your hands 
pressed firmly against mine, 
a white doves lands, 
and the sun begins to shine.

Someday I will see, 
though that day has not come yet. 
You'll say you love me, 
but will you ever forget? 
If that happens and my spirit dies, 
if my emotions drop, 
will you want to hold me when I cry? 
Or will the love just suddenly stop? 
We can't expect to fall in love and never cry.

You'll stay and play your part, 
but after the beauty starts to die, 
will your footprints still be on my heart? 
Though it would be hard to say goodbye, 
your lover I'll always be, 
as long as we always try, 
to keep the closeness between you and me.

The letter I will not send 
will casually inquire, 
how could you have brought it to an end? 
I was your one desire. 
After this life is over, 
you'll be one person I know I'll miss.

It'll be too late to start over, and so I leave you with this... 
I'll hold you for a lifetime, 
if you'll just hold my hand. 
We could have a wonderful time, 
in the days we have not yet planned.