Wreck

I was too deep an ocean and you were too heavy to float. It caused you to drown. And that was the thing I was most afraid of. I thought you could sail or swim. But you didn't. You couldn't. You weren't even prepared to plunge. But you did and drowned. You took the risk. You couldn't measure the depth of my love. Now at the bottom of my heart you will remain buried forever, like a shipwreck at the bottom of the ocean. I was too deep for you. Sigh!

Once More

When I die,
I'll be a shooting star.
You'll make a wish,
seeing me falling afar.

And I'll get you
what you ask for,
breaking myself
for you once more.

Change

Winter is almost gone and the Spring is coming. Seasons change and they leave us sick. Maybe because we get so used to some things that their absence makes us restless. And this is true with people too perhaps. They change and leave us sick.

Intuition

Sometimes I think,
if I hide myself,
would you come
to find me?
But I don't.

Because,
somewhere
deep down,
I already know
that you won't.

The Wish

Between all these days
and all these nights,
my dreams turned
into nightmares
like crashing flights.

Amidst all the loss and gain,
and despite that subtle pain,
I may not show,
I may not say,
I may not express it again.

But what I felt once
holds true still,
I always wish
you to come to me
and I always will.

Sigh

Through the window I glance
at the dark midnight sky
and wonder if I could ever fly.

Far, so far and so high,
wishing everything and
everyone a final goodbye.

But what I wish may never come by,
so to the world I close my eye
and sleep through my loneliness
with dying hopes and a sigh.

Ignorance

Love is hard
like ice
and soft
like snow.

It's just that
what we see
and how much
we know.

All Well Deserved

There are things
that make me happy,
and there are things
that make me sad.

Then there are people
behind all these things,
but it doesn't make me
even a little less glad.
 

A Heart With A Patch

So what it's broken and scattered,
in love it doesn't really matter.
For love is always in demand,
I'll not store it and preserve,
I'll stitch my heart and offer it
to someone else who deserves.
Let me see who tries for the catch,
a heart full of love despite a patch.

The Meeting Point

It's so good for two people to be like two parallel lines. Both will move to the same direction keeping the exact and perfect distance. It's like two people living a life their own way yet complimentary to each other. One's life is independent yet incomplete without the other. Maintaining the perfect amount of space and distance between the relation - not so far, no so close. But then there is a negative point - they don't meet each other. Never ever. This makes their relation incomplete though unending.

And then there are two intersecting lines. They move to their own directions at their own pace. They do not compliment each other. They are free - like wind blowing at its own will. But they meet for at least once. And that point, that intersecting point, is their mark of perfection. At this very point they are in complete harmony and in complete surrender. They lose themselves in each other. At that point, their identity is merged and there remains no one or the other.

This intersection, this meeting point doesn't last for long. But in that one moment they are in perfection. And then they move again to their predefined directions at their predefined pace - never to meet each other again.

I see both of us like those two intersecting lines. And I'm glad that for at least one moment we were in perfection.

By The Window

Let us sit by the window and watch the rain,

it won't fix the heart nor it'll heal the pain.

But just bring us some leisure to think,

and maybe some tears to shed and drink.

To revisit the memories while raindrops pour,

to relive the forgotten moments once more.

I know you don't like the rain much, though,

it's worth waiting for the following rainbow.

Let us forget for a while our love or hate,

let us just sit by the window and wait -

for the rain to end,

for the wounds to mend,

for our paths to bend.

Opposites Attract

They thought they were opposites. She liked summers while he felt winters more comforting. She liked sunny days but to him, rains always made him dance though he was not at all good at dancing. She didn't like books but he had a personal library. Also, she wasn't a loner like him, among other things. They were quite opposites you know. And yet they felt the pull towards each other. Like they say, opposites attract, so was their story.

They met couple of times like two random flowers touch mid-air when the wind is blowing. They were like those two random flowers. But he couldn't bear the force of wind and fell on the ground while she blossomed even more.

She was the poetry and he was the poet. For some time, they both were complimentary to each other like a poem and the signature under it. She was known by him and he was by her. Then came the time when signature turned into initials and initials too lost their importance. Like it always happens, everyone remembered the poem and forgot the poet. She was still a poem but he became an anonymous poet. Gradually he lost the anonymous title too.

They thought they were opposites, so as a rule, they would attract. Of course they did, but not for long. They weren't opposites, they were quite similar. They were like same poles of two magnets. And whenever they tried to come close, they pushed each other in the opposite directions.  

Random Five Liners - 5

If I was a color,
I'd choose to be white,
graciously losing itself,
yet alone
shining bright.

***

Setting aside my fears,

someone's hand in mine,

a long walk in the rain,

yes, I am ready,

to play love again.

***

You, in my arms,
with all your charms,
your breath touches
my bare chest,
I shiver in love.

***

Lovers depart,

with heavy heart,

carrying along

a bag full of

broken promises.

***

Memories knock,
each midnight,
I weave words,
another poem
gets a shape.

***

Lost and Found

So the wind blew,
and thunder strokes,
made me aware of the
world around with hope.
Lost in my own wound,
I ignored the reasons,
which could spellbound.
And it was then when I
moved around my eye,
that I found my pain looks
as tiny as a star in the sky.
And I realized,
I was worrying in vain,
In that very moment,
I found myself again.

Touch

I wouldn't be a star,
or a fresh flower,
but when I die,
I'd be rain shower.
Falling softly on your face,
and if you cry just in case,
in that way we'll win the race,
because no one would be
watching to your tear,
and me too will
touch you my dear.

Just Because

Just because he remains quiet,
Doesn't mean everything's alright,
Maybe he is waiting for the one,
Who'll come and embrace him tight.

Random Five Liners - 4

I shall wait,
for the rain
of love, to pour
on your soul again.
I shall wait that long.

***

A new season

a new reason,

to the tune

of love,

I dance again.

***

Let me forget
what has passed
and write poems
for the one
awaiting me.

***

Come back once,

if you care,

my soul is bruised,

just repair,

and disappear.

***

It's Spring,
let me dance and sing,
I've written a new song,
in the memory of
someone forever gone.

***

Why Not Me?

You didn't believe,
That I was sure,
You didn't trust,
My love was pure.
You didn't mean what you said,
You ignored love,
And chose possessions instead.
You weren't that wise,
For once you'll realise,
Maybe not now,
Maybe someday somehow,
That you were wrong,
That it was meant to last long.
Maybe you'll cry,
And wonder why,
Why it couldn't be?
Why it wasn't me?
Why?

Despair

I do not know,
what went wrong?
Nor do I know,
why it didn't last long?
All I know is that I could be,
your voice, your song.
If only you could stay,
a little longer on the way,
perhaps I could prove it,
and never let you go away.
Why don't you understand,
it's only love which is grand,
all the things you long for,
may not be with you till the end.
I don't know if you're here,
reading this or you don't care,
come back for once and see,
how hard it is to live in despair.

Random Five Liners - 3

I'll wait some more
till someone again
falls in love
with my words, and
with me too, forever.

***

Comes Spring

my life spins

upside down

she goes out of range

as the seasons change.

***

And you think what you did was right?
What do you have?
Skin that is so white?
Oh, c'mon baby!
Your heart is as black as night.

***

A balcony

two cups of tea

some English songs

exchanged for memories

of a lifetime.

***

Let us be
strangers again
and meet someday,
at the crossroads
of life, smilingly.

***