Untold words, I am Sorry!

And when someone thee adores,
In a single day changes colour,
‘spite the twenty summers and same the winter,
We have been together,

How do you cope?
When the spring turns autumn,
And the autumn stays for long,
Formal words, mouth so mum,
What do you dread?
When hope turns grey?

I long not the silence,
I long not the pain,
Crying in nights,
Tears in smiles,

And when despair bites you,
Help becomes helplessness,
When every word thou speakst becomes a source of pain,
Trust on to me, I ere not to see thy suffrage.

Thence silence is a bliss,
I stay wordless, thou feelst no pain,
And still I wonder, does my silence hurt you the same?

I fail not to know,
I fail to feel,
Thou art my joy, inspiration and a source of pride,
Alas I fail to confess these very words,
For every word I speak, I have hurt thine heart!

Winter Love ...many hath lost, few have won!

The nights are long,
Eternal seems the day,
The wait too restless,
Patience is burden;

As I ere for her presence,
Heart in jubilance sings and pounds,
Emotions I feel, words fail to express,
My heart is for thee;
Thou art for me.

Could I then breathe?
The fragrance of a flower?
That blossoms in joy ‘spite the winter so cold?
OR
Could I breathe?
The scent of her body?
And forget my hunger by her words so sweet?
Words and laughter, helplessness and love,
Thou art cherished for long,
Within my memories,
Thine love blossoms on,
And it speaks what thou fail to confess,

Love is a game of heart,
Where many hath lost,
Only few have won!

Distant Distance?

So far yet so near you seem to me,
I feel you, in each passing hour,minute and second are we not away?
And still with it, we get so very close.

With you by my side,
I reckon not the distance,
Thus I ponder and gaze; ask to you…
Define the distance and I will fill the journey…

A blessing you are to me,
So late, yet still you are,
so far, yet so near you are to me,
I feel you, every passing hour,
Hour to minute; minute to second, we are not away,
You are so very close.

Distant Love

Love I pray, I feel your emotions that you feel,
In tranquil nights and maddening crowds at day,
I think of you, your fragrance of love; thus is real,
And does it not help me find light in the dark way?
‘spite our distance, I feel your presence; I do,
For further the journey, love strengthens and play,
In the sombre nights and aloof days, I thus, eye your way,
You are here, and you are not, and yet thine sound,
Thine laughter, thine smile, thine voice, oh! so very sweet,
I recall and re-cherish the moments we shared,
‘neath the trees, hidden by the bushes,
And how love dwelled, those kisses and embraces…
Smile my princess, never worry of our distance,
For every air you breathe, I breathe the same air too.

Mamta …of love and ‘motions

I ponder at nights,
I think of you in days,
Restless nights…unrestful days,
Should I not long…eye your way?

Thee shall cometh,
I know for sure,
Thou art far…away too far,
And yet thine presence,
Oh! is it not close to me?
I ask to thee, and it is, I say.

And as I stare, gaze and stare,
Look at the moon,
I ask to you,
Whose heart has trod?
…trodden on the paths of prickling thorns and merry pain?

And I walk for you,
Yes! These very lanes,
Step on my shoes, you won’t fail,
To the paths you travelled, so soft and safe,
My feet dost bleed…it dost bledth!

Friends

The paths that I lived,
How much I long to re-live,
Wandering in wonder,
I ere for my friends…

Oh! how I lament, miss those days,
Laughter and teases,
Angers of innocence!

And yet here I am,
In an surrounding alien to me,
And like a fish that shakes on the land,
I long for water, to dive in…


My wonderful bygone days!
Where two were one, ten were one,
Together we did walk,
Alas! Vision my eyes,
Eyes that long for resemblance,
In the grave souls of individualism!

WORDS! MY WORDS!
Fly and reach their hearts,
Tell them how much…
Just how much I miss them…
Long their presence…

The paths that I lived…
How much I want to re-live…

Thus to you, I ask a question,
FRIEND’S FOREVER?