Love is in the air. I smell a subtle sweet aroma all around. It tingles my senses, A blissful ecstasy induced. All the malice, All the ill will vanishes, All hard feelings bite dust. I want to bury all the hatchets, I want to start anew. I want to celebrate love, But not the usual… Continue reading An ode to Love
Like a moth to a flame, She threw herself at heartbreak, She never lost hope, And kept on trying again and again. But the world thought her foolish, As she never seemed to learn, That how could she save him, Who was convinced, That he should burn.
Losing myself, Walking under the life willows, I did not feel sad.
You held my hand, And we walked along. Together we walked, Came rain,came sunshine, But we walked along. I trusted you, More than I trusted anyone else I trusted you, More than I trusted myself. So I walked along eyes closed. But as we walked along, You still held my hand, But the support had… Continue reading Together we walked
I loved her, And she loved me all the more. I cried, And she cried all the more. But the dewy pearls only inside seen, For outside she was all serene. Her warm embrace, Her gentle a hug, A pat on the cheek, And a ponytail tug, It made me laugh away all my turmoils.… Continue reading An ode to my Mother
She looked askance, With so much faith and love, And to mentor such a mind, All you needed was to hold the hand, And walk along. No questions asked, No limits set, She took what I gave.
My mind is a vagabond, For it loves to wander, And go beyond the yonder, To lands unknown and strange. It loves to meander everywhere, But it refuses to ponder, It breaks free, It brazenly forays into realms wild. It wants to dig deep into all the niches, It unlocks all the cloistered conundrums, It… Continue reading Wander Lust
I can see the moon over the meadow, As you twirl into my arms. We'll dance in the dark, And race the rivers where they run. For you and I fill find a place, Beneath a blanket made of stars, To start afresh. When the dawn is almost upon us, We will find our footsteps… Continue reading Dance in the dark
I have got her stories pressed like flowers, On notebook pages to be preserved, As though the right for you to share them, Has been as yet undeserved. I want to know why she has changed, But one day, we'll crack the covers, And I'll know all the tales of her, That we have never… Continue reading Stories to tell
I am unfurling my wings, As the cold has stopped, Seeping into my skin. I am learning to partake, In the small joys of life For I can finally feel, The spring in my fingertips. The time to sleep is through, As the wind is now thrumming, With the chance to start afresh.