Here I sat to write about my guy
Oh! How to write, as symbols are for gals.
My guy is unmatchable I can’t compare him
Now this is my despair.

It’s when he touches my lips, it becomes luscious
It’s when he hold my hand, it feel gracious
It’s when he hug me tight, I feel womanish
It’s only his chest against which I feel secure

His heart beats for me my soul knows it best
His thought wanders for me my heart feels the rest
Like heavy rain his love pours over me and makes me wet
The feeling so nice that it takes me high

My man, your eyes says all what you try hard to hide
The warmth, the emotions, the depth all I read in your eyes
I go weak at my keens with a single look of yours
It’s you who inspires me to live a life full of zest

I feel blessed to have you in my life
Now the only wish is to die in your arms

Can you come and lift me up?

The deep sea and the huge waves,
Rising and falling against the rocks.
Like our love, it’s dancing with winds.
And my heart goes on to touch your soul.

The cool breeze blow and say……
Come with me to the ray…
The warmth we share & the way you care,
Make me feel as a crystal rare.

The wet sand & the Long walk,
Let’s go hand in hand & share the talk.
Come along hold my hands,
Wrap your arms around my waist.

The end is far & destination unknown,
Still I want to touch the horizon.

That day while sitting at the beach my mind was just wandering, thinking about you
The beautiful waves, some short and some long, some small and some large
Dancing along up and down, the lather it was foaming was so pleasant
The moon was so bright; the sand was so cold and soft.
Everything was so pleasant everything was so beautiful.
But I was drowning, deep in my heart I was weeping.

My mind wandering in the wilderness of the deep dark Ocean
With each waves trying to hit the shore, my heart was beating hard.
Trying to weep out loud, still I was laughing out, hiding my tears.
Juxtapose was my plight in my heart and on my face.
And I withstood all of it with a grace.
But still I was drowning, deep in my heart I was weeping.

Life was laughing at me; bitch was making fun of me,
All the more I was fighting for my place like those waves,
Life was breaking me down, trying digging graves,
Where she could have put all my crave.
This is what all she could do, making me miserable.
And I was drowning, deep in my heart I was weeping.

All the while thinking and missing your shoulder
This could have given me a place to hide my tear.
Every single drop was trying to fall,
And my brave eyes holding it back.
This time even my heart was weeping.

I wished so much for you to be there besides me,
Just to hold my hand, walk a few steps on that wet sand.
Keeping quite, trying to listen the music of the waves,
Some where she too was missing her beloved,
She too was killing herself,
Falling on the shore to break her down...........

I could feel so much a part of her,
I too wanted to shatter myself with her only to be with you............
Can you hold me? Can you take me? Can you trust me?

a poem for my beloved

The feeling of separation ……..
It’s fueling my emotions
Searching for words, struggling for verse
How do you cope with this entire curse?

Missing your shoulder, where I feel bolder.
Where leaning my head I use to feel warmer
My eyes are mists as my thought are simmering.

With each passing moment
My thoughts are dormant
And feeling soaring high
I can just have a sigh

Come to me, stop thinking about people
Take my hand lets walk down the aisle
The path is decorated with flowers and ribbons
The only one missing is you with happy frown

Oh! What a dream, it left me feels green
Thinking of the distance has left me with a pittance
The feeling of separation is fueling my emotions

But closing my eyes I can feel you in my heart
Breathe you in my breath, and taste you in my sweat……

my scribbles

what I think life is very cruel everyone here is cruel towards the other.
The universal fact is the Sun is burning itself down day by day giving away light and
Life to all living things on this earth, still people always curse Sun for the burning rays it is giving thought without which they can’t survive. And people in turn love moon though what is it doing just showing off, it is just glowing because of the Sun rays still we say it is so pleasant it is lovely every man compares his women with moon, why? Can’t they see that moon is just fake or they want their woman to be fake just as moon?

Things are so very juxtaposed in this world we never actually see the importance of anything around us, we only see what we like to see, what we feel right is right rest everything is wrong, why are people so cruel why can’t they see the burning of the Sun
Why can’t they realize that Sun is dying day by day, I’ am very much sure when the day come when Sun will be fully finished people will realize that how important Sun was in their life until then let the world revolve with it’s own belief……………………..