Tag: poem

For You, Love

Brown eyes,
Butterflies
And the desire to be
By your side.
Never knew affection
Could be so strong,
Or astonishing.
There’s a room where we live
And sometimes, sit
With your head in my lap
And have a chat.
Although I adore your scarf
I refrain
From complimenting,
May be some other time.
The day has been
Full of sunshine.
And it is one such leisurely hour
When I scribble down this rhyme.

A Winter’s Morning

Stillness outside, warmth inside.

On one wintry morning, when

Life roosts till an hour late,

I pass by you sleeping in bed.

Cozy sheets and gentle heaves.

And a mischief strikes me.

Cold hands now find a way

To sneak into the warmth you sleep

And I touch your naked back

And instantly hear a scream

And then a curse, wondering, “Really?”

All merge into your laughing voice

Then the way you jumped aside

And how I dived, to where you were

Moments ago.

The game changes

Now you are cold.

Sometimes

Sometimes,
When the going gets tough
And the visions seem lame
We may falter or trip
And muse in sceptic pain.

But all we need
Is a little bit of love
And a little bit of care,
A little bit of assurance
To make us feel safe,
A little bit of a charming voice to hear
And some little michiefs to make us cheer.

The future full of promises
And the world seems new again.
Promises we made before we ventured
To make a mark and capture fame.
Doubts disappear, fear fades away
And remembering the Homeland
Makes us invincible again.

So I believe,
When the going gets tough
Or dreams seem lame
All we need
Is a good human being.

Breaking

Had there been another being

Who would have ruined our earth for means,

Extrapolating to every cranny

With hopes of making more money.

Wouldn’t have humans rebelled

And put an end to such quest?

Labelling it cruel despotism

And declare freedom for the rest?

How could one who cannot bear

The mindless delving of anyone else

Make a joke of all the worries

And put the earth through decaying mess?

Maybe money is what counts

Isn’t it above all else?

Release

​Let the burning fade away
For the path is clear now
And the lights shimmering.

Let those memories disappear
Into a void of nothingness
And our mind be new again.

Say not what could have been
Or what if it wouldn’t have been
But forgive and set yourself free.

For your toiling soul bereaved
Now deserves time to breathe,
To rejoice in new vitality.

For it is what you were meant to do
You know. You can recall it
From the time when you arrived.

So let us breathe and let it go
All that we still hold on to –
Things that hurt from long ago.

For memories that were not meant
To be what they have become –
There’s no use of keeping them.

So come to life once again
Live it, love it, make mistakes.
That is what makes memories.

This lovely soul of yours
Was meant to dwell happily.

With You

This night, with you
I speak of what I couldn’t
Long ago
And wait for you to answer
With hope and despair.
What will you say?
You seem displeased.
Or surprise is it?
I cannot figure
For my heart trembles.
 
Then I snap out
Of this daydream.
You are still across the road
Talking to a friend when suddenly
Something makes you smile.
I wish I too could know.
But I ditch these ideas
And let you go.
You turn the corner
And are gone.

The Heavenly Wind And You

It’s not the wind alone
That is passing through
But so are your memories too.
One’s a respite from heat,
The other leaves a burning deep.

Here comes another gust
And close my eyes I just.
It is a soothing caress.
Under bright stars and
Beside a dark forest.

My body’s cool, my heart is warm
It misses you and yearns.
I like it- this feeling, sometimes,
And at other I dislike.

Here with me is the wind
You are not.
I guess its good as such.
For if right now you were here
I would not have scribbled this poem.
Or would I have after all?
And instead of a craving rhyme
Wrote about your hand in mine?

When It Will Be You And Me

And then it will be you and me
Once again like we wished
When our hopes have found us back
And the cravings finally last.
It will be just you and me
And love, a lot of it.
I will have a roaring heart
I guess usual calm you’ll be.
And so shall we be
Close enough that we could touch
And not just wish, as we did.
And so will walk not one of us
But hand in hand- you and me,
When it will be you and me.