And I Write a Love Song Again

And I write, just for you
Another verse ’bout our love,
Just like so many before,
Once again I write for you.

A love song. Our love song.
But the love’s been long gone.
Or is there something left?
I don’t know.

I might call your name again.
I have called your name again
In whispers that none may hear
But me. I have missed you so.

Why am I not free of you
You haunt me. O yes, you do.
But still I won’t want us chance (upon)
As I sometimes wish we would do.

Like your soul were my very own-
I have as such imagined you.
Held you close and talked to you.
We were our wishes that came true.

It is yet another poem
And if you find love too,
Then let it be another symbol
And call it a Love Song, would you?

If Time Stayed

Maybe,
I should’ve done more than just wait
For, now, I realize its too late.
I can find no words to say,
But a mere ‘Wow’ stays.
‘Wow?’ for there are no more steps
That I could wish we would take
Towards one and another.
‘Wow’ for the fate you’ve made-
So blazingly that I could have
Never known so soon it would be
The end of what might have been great.
Aye as far as I did see
It were, cosy, you and me.
I still remember our touch-
Just a handshake, wasn’t it?
Or if they would’ve said those things
At that time I could’ve been
Doing more than I did-
Mere wait for a moment fit?
A favorable time to come my way. Nay.
But I wish you best of days
For the life that lies ahead.

Should’ve said more than I said
Done more efforts towards your way.
This moment all I am left with
Is your photo in my hand
And all I do is stare
At the way you, beautiful, look
And at that other guy
All I do is stare . . .
At the picture of your wedding day.

The Story of Us

There is love and there is hate
I wish its love that we take . . .
Both of us.

I wish you don’t think of me
But till I’ve myself seen
I can’t tell if you have moved on.
And so a void remains
Where I wonder which phase you are at.

There are times when I may run
Till I’ve you in front of me
And there, in that moment tell
Of the things I want us to be.

But ’tis not easy as it seems
For if we meet and you’ve moved on
I wouldn’t like to take you back
To the difficult times we had,
No, I can’t risk replenishing it
And ruin moments you are to live.

But if I’m still in your thoughts
All I need is a sign. To know.
A sign and eye to eye where meets,
I will be there for you.

There was love, now there is hate
I wish the latter we don’t take.
I do the best that I can do
Which is to stay away
Till comes time when I face you.
I wish you would know;
Here, I bare my heart for you.

Windfall

And when I lie down to sleep
I could grasp your breaths that blow
Onto my brow, as you lie
In wanderings of the dreaming mind.
I feel your heart beating out
When my head hath found the place
Over thy bosom, which swells
With pride- That is what I guess.
That is when I know you are
The one who did not go away.

And The United Hearts Beat On

The trees whisper a wintry song,
The night is dark, the moon past shone,
The stars are bright while mist plays on
I feel addressed by nature’s summon.

The cold pierces my skin, indeed
It seems winter welcomes me.
The woods are still but I do hear
The cold that sweeps underneath.

And the united hearts beat on
The trees, the shrubs, the leaves breath on.

I whisper under warmth of sheets
And praise the wondrous almighty,
And hope someday I can paint down
This realism that mesmerizes me.

The night progresses, its time I’d sleep,
And so I lie down into bliss.
Bliss, as my brow beams at me
For its time to rest, for peace.

And one more time wonder I
If this isn’t heaven, then where would it be?

The Scare

Remarkable darkness spreads out
Wide with this ascending night.
Nor a stranger is in view, while
Eerie silence fills the void.

The moon does aide with dim-lit sheen
While the uphill shrubs are dark.
To left lies a river (almost) dry,
While solitary is this tread-ed path.

I wonder now what time its been.
A ritual, been, this homeward walk.
My inner voice, too, rises up,
Now. As happens in lone footfalls.

Much before I am to reach
>A man appears ahead of me.
I wonder why are people careless
As he tumbles; drunk- I infer which.

Up to him I soon catch up
And knowingly my pace increases.
The path narrows and as I cross,
I trip and pass straight through him!

I look behind me now but find
There is no person to be seen.
A chill descends my spine and rush
Of adrenaline shivers me up.

Louder grows the silence now.
Fear seems to overtake me.
Known surroundings now seem strange
At once I were home, I wish.

I reach home earlier than thought
And wonder again, with shivering thrill-
Who were or what was it, though,
A pedestrian that I passed through?

(The Daily Post Prompt- By Hand)

By Hand
It was quite a while ago
When the school was among our
Daily destination, for
All the wonderings of a child.

The holidays are a feasty affair.
Eagerly they are waited for
When the summer sun goes mighty.
The scene is o’merry rounds.

The final week is hard to spend
As the holidays near and near,
And the final day is filled
With “Happy holidays!”, pleasures sheer.

Now shall I arrive to tell,
The handmade epistle that I held
That one of my friend gave me,
A handwritten saga of his wonderings.

I could not wait to reach home
But it turned out only then
I would find the peace to bask
Upon this surprising gift, at last!

His heart out was poured over
On it. He had so much to tell.
And I wondered, feeling loved
Language would not mar the joy.

This gift turned me, as I realized,
Into a precious possession. I felt
How dearly he did consider me-
Speaking, his heart’s musings, out.

Paws

Pain, I feel pain
As long canines pierce my skin,
And each drop of oozing red,
As big teeth clasp my leg.

Tears, I see tears
In your eyes as you watch me
Your ams outstretched out for help
Knowing, there’s no way, helplessly.

Soon,I feel a tug and realise
Myself being dragged as I lie
Flat bellied. I feel each stone
Beneath as it tears me down.

In bloody trail my hands go wet.
A few yards’ toil seems eternity.
Reflecting me, your eyes I see,
Which grow wide as darkness swallows me.

I watch the left bloody trail
And soon the dragging ceases too
I cannot tell where I lay.
Now the jaws too give away.

I wonder if I could still escape,
Whether luck has played its part.
But it turns out I am wrong
Cause on my chest I feel paws.

Big, heavy, padded paws
Falling like lightning blows
And the cracking of my ribs
As they leave me in endless pain.

Soon the teeth reach my belly
And pierce it with growling sounds.
I can’t tell the pain I feel
Pool of blood now forms around.

The growling turns to excited shrieks.
Blackout.