Our Story

It isn't an attraction,
Or a mere infatuation,
Between us is a sacred
And divine connection.
It's never too late,
The way we've met,
Was written in our fate,
That is how you and me,
Became each other's soul mate.
You've touched my life the way,
No one else could or can.
I feel so grateful to my Lord,
That now,
You're my lady, and,
I'm your man.

The Path

I know my way,
I know my path.
It's of light and sound,
Not of void and dark.
I shall keep walking,
Leaving not any mark.
I'll not return to play again,
This world is not my park.

Poetry

Mind so restless,
Heart hiding volcanoes,
Soul under the load of sins.
Then to the rescue of all three,
There comes an art form,
From God's divine territory,
To release what lies underneath,
And they call it poetry.

Random Love Verses

With each passing day,
Whatever comes our way,
I just want you to know,
What I feel but don't say.

Amidst all the words unsaid,
And all the feelings unread,
Yet I believe we're connected,
As two hearts in one thread.

Hold my hand and take me away,
To a place where no one is to sway,
Just you and me and a tree house,
Near a river where forever we stay.

For all these years I've been caged,
You touched my soul and I was amazed,
It's time we fly up above the sky,
Where we remain unfollowed and unchased.

Strange are the ways of Lord,
And sudden is His gracious rain pour,
He makes us fall for the one,
Whom we've never known before.

The Connection

Two strangers on an unknown path,

Walked together yet miles apart.

Never met, though, never seen,

In ups and down, united we've been.

Our story is no less than a fairy tale,

Storms will come, but our ship will sail.

The relation that we're tagged in,

is as sacred as heavenly dove.

I wish I could give it a name, which is,

More than friendship but less than love.

The Fall

Despite all the cautions my heart takes,
if, however, I fall in the ocean of love,
do not come to rescue,
do not extend your helping hand.
Let me take a plunge,
deep down the untraveled path,
do not pull me up to life again,
for the one who falls in love once,
rises above all the sins.

The Soul Drop

I am not religious,
I discard all religions,
I deny all Gods,
Stone and metal
I do not worship.

Within me, is my Lord,
Waiting to be searched.
With the grace of my Master,
I have known His abode.

The drop is ready to fall
In the ocean of love.
Soul has lost its identity and
Has turned into heavenly dove.

Cry of the Soul

This pain,
O Beloved,
of your separation,
is unbearable.

Shower your grace,
Wash my sins,
Have mercy,
And forgive.

Listen to the cry,
Of my soul, O Beloved,
Give it a chance,
Uncover the covered.

The Philosophy Class

He was new to his philosophy class.

"What do you want to do before you die?", professor asked.

"I want to live."

"That's so obvious."

"That's not obvious professor, that's oblivious. Not many people do this, I guess. They just breathe in and breathe out."

The professor learnt new philosophy of life. His questions ended.

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The Artist

Raindrops be the alphabets,
Nature be the notebook,
Love be the language,
You be the poem.
And I,
I be the poet.

Let me write you,
Rhyme you,
Sing you.

Let yourself be my art,
Let me be your artist.