'She is similar to life...'

Deadbeats of nights of fall,

like leaves mute after a fresh walked upon,

shine is lost in cold of night,

do you regret her and her fight?

well, you wait on...

you wait on..

on a dark porch of yours,

you wait on,

wait on till she comes and get you back,

or your heart is broken and away its thrown,

away its gone,

one last time you wish,

to listen to her voice,

and might get a glimpse,

but she is similar to life,

what she might do or might not?

well she is similar to life,

and it goes on..on on on on..

it goes on...

Deadbeats of nights of fall,

like wind shaking up those remaining leaves,

those regrets have found a center of peace,

do not regret anymore,

just move on...

Gaurav Saluja

After a long time...

What if...?

What If I change?

What if I am not the same?

What if I am already gone?

would you care to wait?

Would you care to change?

for me?

the wind from the west is clean and pure,

like the feel I had for you,

shared and sure,

but the wind has past me,

long through me towards a new sky,

and I am not the same as you left me, 

the same old guy,

What if I say it was all beautiful, 

but a dream,

what if I say that we never met,

but on a bridge of my cravings,

what if I say that you remember me,

the very person I was with you,

but I think all is not that same,

or you are the one who have changed,

and I am doing nothing,

and have done nothing but move with the,

the direction of the west wind,

towards the new sky, with the change... 

Gaurav Saluja

Udaan

I was standing in the corridor of my college, thinking about what would I shoot next as my project. It was a pillar which bore my weight and I stood there pondering, while looking at the GREEN-shed-ceiling of the college. 

Suddenly, my focus shifted from the subject off the next film to some pigeons and their flight from one end of the shed to other.


It was there, where I saw a pigeon from above and I realized that he was a risk taker, an animal with wings in the air and his whole body left on trust of his wings....It was then I realized that it is not a miracle to FLY...


You can, I can, anyone can...and for that, all we need is a pair of wings(ideas) and courage to live up to their expectations!


(I know the picture in the post is not relating much to the context, but it goes with the feel of what I wanted to convey :))


Gaurav Saluja

‘Deeply in love’

See around,

Do you see orange tint in the sky?

The violet layer of sky,

kissing the orange tint?

Do you get to listen to the music,

the rhythm of love in the cold wintry breeze?

Does swaying of flowers in the field,

make your heart beats bounce?

Or shinning of sun,

Reminds you of the glitter of my eyes?

Is it all happening with me?

Or you are also deeply in love with me?

Gaurav Saluja

(aka GAURU)

'O Rose'

melt away some of your petals,

freeze the color of your sides,

forget the sunlight's hardships,

just count its blessings and let it shine,

love is yours,

why count the days of its life,

revive the touch you had,

save your breath for more strife,

dew is not to stay,

it will decay with winter's sun and die,

wait for some more days O Rose,

rays will be through soon and sun would again shine,

and when sun is back again,

then think of the love you have always adored,

and slowly melt away with the dew drops O Rose,

now is the time,

when we see the shine of the eyes,

when someone looks at beloved'sface,

you paint your color on his face,

and melt with love, a bit of sacrifice

and your fragnanace left alive...

Gaurav Saluja

(aka GAURU)

the 16th..the 17th JAN

'LONG'

days have passed,

hours have made them,

days are ceased,

in my memories within,

long have defined,

itself in my eyes,

as it is been long since I met you,

and my winks have given the definition,

true is love,

my tears shall oath,

true is long,

as it shall wait for more,

sense of being,

is what I live with,

you are here,

as I shall always believe it,

no matter of long,

you can have my written chronicle,

and at the end of LONG, I see you,

as now I see it,

till then long waits,

with your hand in mine,

touching dew on grass,

you read my words(for you),

and I read your eyes and its shine,

as I have faith that we shall meet soon,

walking same lanes,

catching same train,

a sip of the same drink,

and folded hands at the same Shrine...

Gaurav Saluja

(aka GAURU)