The girl with whom I never talked

The girl with smiling face,
the girl with silken hair,
If that day I hadn't been shy,
tales of her beauty I could share.

Lovely words she would speak,
To talk her, opportunities I would seek,
But a sudden silence would prevail,
to talk again I would fail.

I mulled, I thought, I pondered again,
Why this curse, why this bane?
Why couldn't I express what I thought?
A few moments with her I sought.

I could never gather my courage
to tell her once of my desire.
To talk her once about my dreams,
of what I wish and I aspire.

Of speaking those words I'd think,
of writing a song I would dream.
for one day I would be successful,
to me it would always seem.

In my memories, she'll forever exist,
for I cannot forget her grace,
even if we couldn't ever talk,
even if she was just a passing phase.

Life used to be so good when we were small ..

Life seemed to be so good

when we were small,

when someone was always there

every time we would fall.

When everyone would bear

our tantrums and fears 

and everyone tried his best

to wipe our drops of tears.

When the books, pencils and crayons

to us used to be sacred

and we had no enemies

as we didn't knew of hatred.

When no one used to be hurt

by anything we used to say

and we would patch up every fight

at the most within a day.

When every single person

with us had wanted to play

and to convince someone

we had nothing to say.

When we didn't care to complete

assignments pages after page

and we could kiss with much ease

a beautiful girl of our age.

When all we cared was for

our things and our friends

and we knew nothing of fashion

or following the latest trends.

When for reaching a place

we never had to hurry,

When for our coming future

we never had to worry.

I know these thoughts of mine

may just be called a bit insane ,

but Oh God ! How I wish,

Can't those days come again? 

No more college days

As if it was yesterday,
it was my first day here.
I was excited, I was delighted,
I felt curious and queer.

There'd be no such tomorrow,
when again we'd all be together.
We may love most and hate some friends,
but we're birds of the same feather.

As if it was yesterday,
that we had all the fun,
by writing all nights without a pause,
our assignments were done.

There'll be no such tomorrow,
without fear where we'll sail,
in times of worry when we'd hurry,
we'd have fun even when we'd fail.

As if it was yesterday,
when case studies we would write,
making projects meant a day,
and we'd study all night.

There'd be no such tomorrow,
when we attend lectures again,
and discuss problems over coffee,
and talk about public static void main();

© Rishabh Bidya

My Friend (Dedicated to all my friends)

With passing time the bonds grew, 

yet our friendship is fresh and new. 

And forever I will be proud, 

to have a friend like you. 

On different paths, on different ways. 

We may be but we'll remember the days. 

And sooner or later whenever we meet, 

my heart knows I'll be upbeat.

The times we spent together in past, 

the talks we had leave me amazed.

Someone like you is unparalleled, 

someone like you can't be replaced. 

Passed many days, passed some years, 

We've had smiled, we've had tears, 

And no matter which street or lane, 

I didn't meet anyone like you again. 

Even in hours of tension and trouble, 

when together we would enjoy. 

You have gifted me with laughter, 

from you I've inherited joy. 

And no! these words are not befitting, 

Some day a better gift to you I'll send. 

I am the most prosperous a man can be, 

as my treasure includes you, my friend.

When those pleasant memories are evoked, 

I know I'm buoyant, I know I'm glad. 

For being friends with someone like you 

is the best gift I could ever have had.

© Rishabh Bidya

Welcome, First Rains

The pleasant dull greenery around, 

and the sweet aroma of earth, 

ensured there is a reason, 

for every living creature's mirth.

I can't tell you my dear,

How long I’ve waited for you, 

and finally your drops started to fell, 

making me feel fresh and new.

Snaring sun and searing heat, 

our comforts were cropped, 

a smile came on our faces, 

as soon as your pearls dropped.

How I wish I could stand 

and simply enjoy your touch, 

and I could say this to myself, 

"I've missed you so much!!!" 

To give us some relief 

you are back again, 

welcome back, welcome again 

my dear, first rain !!! :)

© Rishabh Bidya

A mere trifles few

A mere trifles few,

I want in my life.

A mere trifles few,

without struggle or strife.

I always want to see,

my parents' faces smile,

and not disappoint them,

any single while.

It’s not for myself,

their joys I seek,

I wish their happiness,

every day, every week.

And mine few true friends,

I want them happy to be,

Whenever I am with them ,

or they are not with me.

Less but only true friends,

who don't leave me alone,

and some moments with them,

before I am gone.

I desire a true love,

I can hold her hand,

for some sweet talks,

for a walk on the sand.

The girl with whom,

some things I can share ,

although getting one such

is very rare !!! ;) 

The two of my brothers,

we have joys, we do fight,

and every time in future,

I hope things are always right.

I don't want cars and mansions,

and no wads of money,

Happy parents , friends and siblings 

and one sweet honey.

A mere trifles few,

I want that's all,

a mere trifles few,

before my fall.

A touch of magic ...

Wizards only don't perform magic, 

I've learnt it today. 

Her love is magic's perfection, 

I can say it every day.

Her love is in her touch, 

and in every word she says. 

In her glance, in my thoughts, 

her love is visible in many ways.

Her touch is what I treasure, 

her sight is what I miss. 

Her thoughts are what I am lost in, 

talks with her are a bliss.

A touch is all it takes, 

for her to keep me thinking. 

In alone times I hear her voice, 

of a diva's melodious singing.

Lost I am in a different world, 

in a world of thoughts and dreams, 

and there's no way back from here, 

honestly, to me it seems. 

A touch that will gift, 

joy beyond any description. 

A touch I cannot believe, 

is a fact greater than fiction. 

The words those were said, 

which are difficult to forget. 

The one who said those words, 

is the prettiest I've met.

Such pleasure wasn't found, 

in the heavens above. 

A touch of magic, 

a word of love.

© Rishabh Bidya

One day they will know ..

Behind the curtains of morals, 

and behind society's lies, 

there's an innocent lass I know, 

to be understood she tries. 

She was looked down on 

when she celebrated. 

She tried to live a life 

and she was berated. 

The world is too biased,

She couldn't know why. 

They clipped off her wings, 

when she was set to fly. 

No one paid a heed, 

she had her dreams too. 

Her acquaintances were many, 

but those who cared were few. 

When she passed by the streets, 

they whispered and they stared. 

But to stand by her shoulders, 

no one had ever dared.

One day some men must know, 

that every girl deserves respect. 

That by making laws of its own, 

society can never be correct. 

For years, we have been blind, 

one day the world must see, 

that any girl should have no fear, 

that every woman must live free. 

One day they will all know, 

that our women are our pride. 

Unharmed and untouched they must be, 

We will stand by their side.

© Rishabh Bidya