"a question unaswered"

a conversation between me and my friend which happened to rhyme....courtesy Deepmala Dutta
Me - what should one do NOW if questions like - "is this what i want to do?' arise.. I get startled

Friend - stop thinking.... you are a anything you a plane or paper bag doesn't matter

Me - its a little different this time.

Friend - as in?

Me - maybe i hae crossed the line.

Friend - is it that you dnt want to design?.. become an engineer?

Me - :\ don't ask!

Friend - asking...

Me - i see something shining from the corner of my eye,
i dont wish to keep looking behind,
strings attached tied to the ground,
i want to fly, way up there i could scream my heart out,
and still there wont be any sound.

Friend - poet?

Me - i wont say!
its been in grave,
but sometimes
dead rise to haunt,
that is what it is.

Friend - say naa..
"The question remains unanswered  and it still continues to haunt"

sweet scent 'o' memories

I try to reach you
in the lyrics of the
songs i listen to
Browsing through the
playlist on my phone
we even spend some time
I suddenly smile when
someone is speaking to me
cuz i get drenched
in your memory
And i feel our silence
communicate in every
word i write
I adapt to your habbits
whenever you are not around
cuz it makes me want to smile
And i dont even leave
the left over ice
for it makes that soft crushing sound
So again i get drenched
in the soft rain of your thoughts
which always fills me up with joy
Its then that i see you smiling wide
and you make me want to smile
I like getting drenched in your memory
cuz then i can smile all day while

Just these shades...

a splash of color stretched vividly,
not on an empty canvas
but on an art piece in shades of grey,
either extremes possible,
but the best written in fate,
adding a surreal meaning to this colorless truth,
turning it into fiction,
into a beautiful composition indeed,
both so amused with life,
just with company high is attained,
a relative quotient that multiplies,
when brought togather,
cuz you are the best company ever,
and the timid selves that we are,
is a mutual substance,
that gets us to back each other for support,
i say its magical and its best,
cuz its mutual and its unsaid,
its nice when we just play all the time,
i throw words you create rhyme,
pick a beat tap the ground,
step ahead with the sound,
and dance our heart out,
feels like just hallucinating,
to be able to surpass the world around,
this all must seem redundant,
but to me this just isn't enough,
to be able to share the joy of this day,
the joy of your presence,
of your existence in my life,
just these are the shades that color my frame,
and thats all this day is about for me,
happy birthday koodi sonpapdi.