Poetry


WOULD YOU BE MY VALENTINE?

I always used to dream of an innocent face,
The one, covered in some silken satin lace.
With fuller lips all rosy red, leaving a warmer trace,
I wished if I could hold this angel in my embrace.

If there was a night, when I could but see you,
If there were words to say my emotions being true.
Hold you in my eyes and see your thoughts through,
Watch them fading and lighting, all different hue.

This day, I wish to hold you in my arms and see in your eyes,
And make a promise, a promise to you, Let d sun rise.
Witness my commitment to you, and hear me all loud,
I shall shield you from all pains and be your lucky cloud.

That I shall be there when it rains, to face the torrent on me,
I shall stand shielding you from every burn of the bright sun rays.
And love you forever, until I see my grave and to end be my days,
Until then, I shall love you all sweet and adore you in gentle grace.

So, I ask, me there bending on my knees, with flowers and eyes entwine,
Will you be the goddess of my heart and my love for you is my shrine.
As I ask, Will you forever be in my arms and will you let me call you mine,
And kiss your forehead and hand, and request, will you be my Valentine?



A POEM FOR YOU

With my eyes all closed I think about you,
You are not here, but I still have the feelings for you.
The softness of yours, cuddled tightly to my heart,
You curves all savoring seems god’s best art.

I was so lonely without you; maybe it was the destiny,
And it’s true; the wait was well deserved, well worth.
You stand in d world of my darkness as a diamond so shiny,
A fairy of my life, the princess of my heart on this earth.

My day passes in your sweet memories now, as I yearn for you,
Your fragrance is like my breath and I burn, longing for you.
I shall love you and never be satisfied; this craving seems flu,
All I can say, my love for you is all I have, and this love is so true.

Once more come into my arms; once more let me kiss you,
Once more let me cuddle you, your heart against mine.
As the hearts may beat, and let our breath entwine,
Let me drink d nectar of your lips, it tastes better than wine.

If this is a dream, then let this dream come true,
For dreams I dream less, and those I do, I ensure them true.
All I wish is to dedicate my life in your name & only to you,
And let me color your life, in many a different hue.
This love is only for you...only for you..!!



THE WEIGHT OF PAST

Past is nothing but past, yet the burden of it is so vast,
Therefore all I believe is to be true and yet color the ocean all blue,
No learning comes along the way, it’s an order followed every other day,
Be cool n at times be hot, But never let your vision due past get blot.

Memories are good to be carried away, but more is the need of today,
So live your life for relations of today as in there won’t be another day.
Take the brush in your hands and color the past hazel grey,
And get to your toes for its day and for survival u must find a prey.

Experience says that past gives nothing but all vivid pains,
That comes with a relation lost and yet taking your heart to drains,
So one must learn the art to conquer the world and relations too,
Its then that u can live to fullest and not by saying to someone "I LOVE YOU".



THE PERFECT DATE

"The silver sky dawns upon us, as we sit all alone,
She wears her favorite color all pink n red in her loving tone,
I stare at her ocean blue eyes and feel my heart all melt,
There is immense love and with so very innocence doth she dealt.

And as the shimmer of the candlelight brightens the aura around,
I take her into my arms and cuddle her close, my caress to her surround,
Gently as she wakes in my bond and realization dawns upon her,
With my sweet kisses at her nape n throat I remark I am her true lover.

There we sit in the Yatch rocking with the winds and the cloud,
And sing to the eternal love of ours all in rhythm and tune so loud,
Let me once again lie by her side; Let me once again touch her face,
For I again and again wish to fall in love, it’s a heaven covered in lace.

The gentleness that draws the passion and desire is yet on fire,
And shall always be my first date's memory till they sing my final lyre."





THE LOOMING PAIN IN THE HEART

What is it that I fear of, is it that of losing self, or the belief,
Why do I feel this pain, why for me there is no utter relief?
The moments loom over my past, my present and future indeed,
For I live in the moments of time, and face the outcome of my deed.

For once I close my eyes, for once I feel merry again, but none,
Nothing comes to my heart, my emotions is all but so numbed one.
I have been humble and my life has humbled me each day some more,
But in my humbleness would I find my peace, or my heart would be sore.

Why is it so tough to collect one’s self, when one is so lost in the time,
Why does the music evade the life, why is there not one happy rhyme.
If pain was the call of the life, then why is there a life in at all?
If the man has to face failures in happiness, why is there not a final fall?

Answers to these questions, but lies in the depth of the prevailing time,
And in times are we tested, for humans are nothing but aspirations sublime.
Who am I? My value and principles are not understood, is to love a crime?
I am worth nothing, nothing at all, but a nickel, shilling and scattered dime.

The heart is still in pursuance of the self, the mind a fleeting sorrow,
Happiness is what I seek, but who shall lent, if a butterfly I could borrow.
Moved would be a heart, if it finds a solemn refuge in a warm hug of someone,
Peaceful would it rest, when death shall hug tight, and self in pieces of one.


CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT

To be true to the fact I can live without anything, friends who went to walk leaving me alone....
Love of near n dear ones who met times not so good to stay with me for long...
And every reason that stands to be a reason too reasonable...I can live without anything...

Yet there are ones I can’t live without,

1. Rising sun and the early dawn...
2. Includes my DAD n MOM...
3. My friends all good and prom...
4. My purse and credit cards in brown...
5. My aura of glaze n glitter that I spread across the town.