Let her cry..

Let her cry,

That angel of beauty,

Till her tears run,

All dry.

Let her celebrate,

This once,

The birth of a Lonely star,

in her Trap.

It shall wilt,

By and by,

on it's own,

You will see.

As a throng of faces,

Creates a maze of Reality,

That soul is her only heaven,

Her only nestling bosom,

That orphaned one

Let her cry,

This once,

That lilting cry, I hear, Night after,

Predictable night,Has inspired, many a words.

From those waiting lips,

Those uttered cries,

In the gentlest nights,

Rewrite themselves,

Over and over.

She shalt,

perhaps, care not,

For the world,That exists,

Beyond, beneath,An oblivion.

Togetherness, it seems,Comes easy,

There.

O you, the griever,Close your eyes,

This once,And let your heart,Bask,

In the glory, That comes, with those Tears.

Pray, let her cry,This moment.

Unwanted SHE....

The season…
Complement her mood,
The ceaseless shower;
Followed by her tears.

She reticently peers
(As if unusual emotions flicker from her)
The raindrops on the bending petals,
The resplendent faces.

Blushing after the first kiss,
The birds chirping under the wet branch
For her…The grass is always greener..
If you read these symptoms
Everything appears to be normal
(At least at her face value)

Perceive her…
By her flashy smile.
Or dried dapped eyes,
But however unnerved ,
she may be.
With every word she falters.

With every step she may stumble,
Everyday is her struggle
To survive…
Each moment of her existence is a mile stone..
Her famished desires nudge her.
That she may be starved for love,
Or is it the musing of her bleeding heart
(She carts on a burning candle)

Yet I try to figure out…
Why is she unwanted. ...

Beyond promises..

It was somewhere,
beyond the words,
where I met you,
for the first time,
and it was somewhere,
beyond promises,y
ou came searching me,
for the first time..

You were born in sketches,
which I didn’t know ,
how to draw or paint,
but you took me,
to those melodious songs,
which I couldn’t hear before anytime.

Now how can I be separated,
and be away from you ever?
I m now coiled around your nerves,
as another fibril ,
of the same colour,
ascending and descending,
the same spiral track along you..

Now how can I be separated and stretched,
in to another thread?
Now whatever I may explore,
will end in you,
when my thoughts carry ,
only your texture and fragrances...

When your fingers dip,
the watery dreams,
are over flowing by all sides,
inside me, as the pot was already filled ,
till the edgeswith you and your love..

Now I know,today onwards,
I will search only for you,
among the silvery threads of rains,
and in between,
the soft satin curtains of winds,
and in the hillfolds ,overhanging the valleys..

Even if you would be lost oneday,
in the flow of a spring ,
inside the chain of seasons,
now I know,
I will be longing, only for you..

This is not a colourful word,
I am presenting to you,
wrapped in a golden foil,
instead,
it is a promise I make to myself,
in this land of ours,
beyond all promises..

A sorry that never comes....

And the moon takes its toll,

I sigh in dismay;

Coz its been another day,

Without you

Without your voice

Saying sorry.

Life is still moving on though,

And everything would be fine,

I know

But at the back of my mind,

I am still thinking;

Is it too much

From you I am expecting?

I have always been the first one,

To give in till today;

Coz I valued the relationship,

More than my ego.

Am I wrong to expect you,

to give in before me this time?

I’ll forgive you,

I promise.

And forget those tearful nights,

Which I spent crying out my eyes,

When I remembered our time together,

When I remembered our fights.

I’ll forget when you coldly said,

That I am dumb

And that I sound lame

most of the time.

I have practiced my opening lines,

In a hope

That I’ll get to use what I have memorized.

Some day..I don’t want you to make it big,

I want no explanation

Just a sweet smile,

And a sweet ‘sorry’!

And as I fall into a deep dreamless sleep,

I convince myself“There is always a tomorrow honey!”

And so, I wait,

For a new dawn.

A new day

And a sorry that never comes…

Tell me why...?

Tell me why I still feel connected to you,

When you are long gone.

You too have changed,

And I am not the same either.

Tell me why you can't see the sadness,

Behind this ever-smiling face?

My parapraxis? Being in love.

And yours? None.

Tell me why you don't belong to me,

When I have been yours throughout.

This distance jars me ,

So far, yet so near.

Tell me why I call you out in my dreams,

when I know you will never return.

Tell me why I could not be the last one in your life,

when you were the first one in mine.

we R 1!!

My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;

I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer’s day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.

You are to me.......

You’re the thought that starts each morning,
The conclusion to each day.
You are in all that I do,
And everything I say.

You’re the smile on my face,
The twinkle in my eye.
The warmth inside my heart,
The fullness in my life.

You’re the hand that’s laced in mine,
And the coat upon my back.
My friend, my love,
My shoulder to lean on.

You’re my silly, mature, caring,
Thoughtful, bright, and honest guy.
The one who holds me tightly,
When I need to cry.

You’re the dimple in my cheek,
The ever-constant tingle in my soul.
The voice that makes me weak,
The happiness of my life.

You are all I’ve wanted,
You are all I need.
You are all I’ve dreamed of,
You are me!