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As confused as you are

I am no better

Yet, every time I look at us

I know something good is on our way

And it is worth every wait.

I am not good with words

Neither you are with expression

Yet we manage to understand

Like you tell the half

And I complete the rest. 

One More Song

Darling!

Can I sing one more song?

And let my heart dance in joys

Of a celebration of all the stars aligned

And their victory in bringing them together.

Darling!

Can I paint their union once more?

Of them under a willow tree, holding hands

Lost in each other in the name of star gazing

With the vibrant colors of love.

Darling!

Can I write one more poem?

And let world know how lovers make me feel.

So beautiful, magical, surreal and ethereal,

And words fall short to define the beauty of love.

Gray Rainbow

The world seems to have stopped

Its move at your doorsteps.

Those melted clock on the wall,

Frozen yogurt in the fridge,

Laden dust in the corner

And the stopped heart at other.

Barely a whisper lacked the meaning

And the life has lost its luster,

Never imagined a gray rainbow; it existed

When the seasons of color mourn

And existence began to heavily weigh

Beyond the will to carry on.

The never enough winter’s sunshine

To light the smile on everyone’s face.

Those eyes, full of thousand stories,

Buried all when she closed for the last time.

The world is a miracle of miseries

Ready to applaud when it is others’.

Savvy Time

She waited for him to return for so long

Savvy was the time, who witnesses the futility of the wait

Cruelty of the fate, duality of the game played by thy love.

The innocence perishes with the betrayal

The pain was slyed with the veil of hatred.

Did her heart bleed and eyes puff from crying?

Nah, she was too strong for the display of weakness

From the continuous denial of the emotion surfacing,

She eventually became void of emotions.

Savvy was the time, a witness of all

It will unfold what fate has stored for her

Will time seal the past and heal the pain?

Nah, fate seems to have another sinister plan.

#Spring

If I was to love

I would love to love;

The budding romance of a nature

With the beautiful peach blossoms of a spring,

Walking bare feet on the misty grass,

Enjoying the divine odor of freshly woken earth,

Watching the crack of dawn and the emergence of sun.

The Year I Met You

The year I met you was the year;

Of stagnation of free flowing river,

Entrapped without an inch of escape.

There was no going back or moving on

I remain there, frozen with the time.

Waiting for the sun to melt the coldness

Of a snow queen dwelling in me.

The year I met you was the year;

I drown into the deeper well of thoughts

Without an inch of escape

The more I thought, the more was a pain

The more pain I felt, the more ignorant I became.

The deeper I went, the scarier world was

The scarier world grew the stronger I become.

The year I met you was the year;

Of enlightenment of the soul

The year of discovering myself

The year I learned to live with the pain

The year of great lessons and pleasant memories

The year like never before

It was the year I fell in love with you.

Tonight

Tonight,

I will sink into my thoughts

And let my imagination bleed

While I continue to give shape to the little wonders

That wander in my mind by writing it.

I am not sure of what I am going to write,

I felt the need to write for past few days

But I just couldn’t ponder on what to write.

Damn! I can’t write more than this.

That Girl

***If you don't write when you don't have time for it, then you won't write when you DO have time for it***

She was amiable,

Not very hard to read

But beyond understanding

She was a mystery,

Inhibiting the mind

Of those who try to decipher.

Nobody knew the color of her feeling

For it kept changing

A moment it was red, yellow,

Green, white or black

But blue was prevalent.

Everyone saw the exhaustion

In the beads of sweat

But not her pain

In the grilled of emotions.

And there was no heal,

For her body wasn't in a pain

But her soul was on the quest.

And she was flawless with the way

She carried her flaws with an ease.

She was no less in agony

But it was no less miracle

To see her moving on.