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Love’s Chances : Valentines Day Special

Two paths can be taken,
One alone and safe,
One with love and chance.

One so straight,
Clearly the safer without risk.
Without loves harsh pains.

The road of love, always a chance.
With loves ups and downs.
A chance worth taken.

If I have to take a little pain
Waiting, for my dream,
Hoping the promise is not in vain.

But waiting, I missed
My life’s chance.
My mind put a block so high to climb.

The heart that had been broken
Cried softly.
A prisoner in silent pain.

All had been lost
Until you walked in.
My heart fought to be free.

Dare I let my heart scale
To trust once more.
On a prayer, I let lose and go free.

Then we sang songs together.
Birds chirping,
Rain drops falling without raining.

The times together,
So fresh and clear.
A careless whisper in my ear.

The touch so soft.
Gentle as the wind,
Caressing the skin.

The sweat and musk,
Scent that lingers.
Held with in your eye’s dream

A second shot at life.
No one has one,
But I’d still be full of doubt.

I want cling to the moment,
But wipe it away all the same.
I don’t understand myself.

At times, in the still of the night.
I think about you.
And I know I am just a captive to myself.

To love is pain….. Alone is safe…….
But my heart yearns to hear “Here I am, It’s me.”

PS: It is “Valentine’s Day” and “Love is in the Air”. I have always wondered if Valentines Day “REALLY” a day we need to celebrate or it is just a waste of time?

Being what I am, I always used to argue that its a waste of time because I just don’t see the focal point of it.

I mean, where’s the sense of telling or showing someone on a particular day that you love them, when you’ve got 365 days of the year (including the 14th February) to do exactly that. For me, Valentines Day is just 24 hours. For me, Valentines Day is just the 14th day of the month February, its nothing special.

It may be to you as you may have a loved one, or it may be your birthday, which if that’s the case, then that’s brilliant and you can celebrate it how you want, but for me, it holds no significance, it is just a day.

But for those of you for whom it is a special day, here is a poem dedicated to lovers. Not the emotion that you feel with your hormonal levels but the pure blissful emotion that we once called ‘LOVE’.

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Extreme Wants

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am extremes….

I am extreme thunder.
I am extreme subtlety.

I am blowing hot, flames burning brightly.
I am chilling cold, icy shadows fall.

I want to be possessed.
I want to be set free.

I want to be the solace to the tormented heart.
I seek to be the tormentor of that heart.

I want to hear poetry and speak of love again.
I seek spirit from ages past.

In me you see eyes that care only about souls.
I seek the fire that makes one speak magic words.

But I sure want to see those souls create a garden paradise.

PS: I am still on a ‘high’ reading all your encouraging comments and mails.

This poem is dedicated to a recrudescent heart that wants to beat. As a poet, (I never thought I will call myself one but guess I am getting there) I have tried to get a glimpse at the woman’s heart and tried to make an attempt to understand their wants.

Yes, Buddy!!! “Woman Want….??!!!”

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Eyes : Windows to the Soul

Eyes like your bewitch my being.
Ever haunting my soul.
However I am, whether I am young or old; timid or bold.

In your eyes, I saw reflection that holds my soul
Beautiful eternity.
The shine sending shivers up my spine and entrapping my mind.

I’ve closed my eyes against past lies
Avoiding another sharp ache.
The tears that fell remind me well, stopping me before my heart breaks.

The love I lost at awesome cost
Still linger inside my mind.
Like ghosts they roam, while I’m alone and dreaming of better times.

Then you showed me my destiny and, at last
My mind sings new songs.
I felt your essence and vibrant spirit from far away, into a different era.

My hunger has been building for you throughout decades.
But now that I have captured you at last, at least for now..
Until fate parts us once more.

But… I sometimes think that if I blink
Suddenly, you too would be gone.

PS: First of all, I  take this opportunity to thank every visitor in the past few days. It has been so encouraging with comments and blog rolls. I have to admit that Addicted was my second attempt at poetry and your encouragement has really given me a high, that I am not able to overcome.  So I venture here with my third attempt.

The inspiration to this poem  – ‘Dreamy & Beautiful Eyes’.

My father an Civil Engineer by profession and a sculptor by passion,  used to crave artwork out of clay. Even though,  I  wasn’t his  favorite son,  I was a perfect model for his artwork and all the thanks goes to my very dark complexion.

He used to always say “A pair of beautiful eyes shines most in darker complexion and they are windows to the soul .”

Today, come to think of it, I know and could only wonder – how true it is!!!

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