There’s a knock on my heart
new dreams and hopes make a queue;
But I turn them away for now ,
And rather send them to you.
A new song bounces in my heart
looking for rhyme in the head ,
But I lock it away for a little while
and wait for your cue instead.
A smile is born on the whispering lips
chanting your name day and night,
But you know it already I guess
I belong to you, from time indefinite.
A love we share,balanced on respect
a touch of divine in our routine life;
A dream we share,from heart to heart
a promise of faith to make you mine.
When love knocks your door, oh wait , love is not that polite. It has a nasty habit of poking you , nudging you , teasing you and winking shamelessly at you when you are with that special someone or thinking about him later on. The whole world might await or ask about it in whispers and you will walk away, lying about it – to yourself and to others.
Then one day , lying on the grass , watching the sunlight play blinking games with you, you feel the butterflies in your stomach as he leans over you and kisses you, the very kiss you dreamed about from weeks just happens without a warning or planning. While you were waiting for grand signs, love came and made home in your heart and his in subtle ways on just another day.
That night , you write in your diary, with most sheepish grin and stars in your eyes. you declare in capital letters to yourself, “I AM IN LOVE”.
And life goes on. In love. With your love. For his love.
The moments melt , like yin and yang , like smiling tears or tearful smiles , like a make up kiss or the useless fight.
You are not you. He is not him.
“We” live to love.
Early not,nor late
the world will hear the music
his love claims me
Shadows haunt my happiness,
a shade no one can see;
the joys plenty in my lap
tainted by my own wishes.
the tree studded paths
I walk holding love;
but the air is different,
also the filtered rays above.
Each laugh freed in day
returns with a memory
that steps into my heart
and stabs before going away.
Am not sad,if you ask
neither have been happy so
I am just missing the friend
the best,the one I need always.
Linked to OSI
I learned to speak -
To echo what some one feels ;
I learned to express
What flowed in my heart in excess;
I learned to tell
Tales when silence fell;
Only to realize now
I am the way you are not
I am the voice
to your thoughts.
Dedicated to one of my fav blogger Ibeingme
Linked to Open Link night
All these years , from the first day we met or the last time I heard from you , I have written a number of lines for you . And yet , I feel that no words can ever express the joy that you give to my heart , just to think of you , to have known you , shared my dreams and fears with you and the fortune to be a part orf your life. To be that part , which you will not forget as long as you live.
Cheers my dearest friends.
To hopes that we meet and smile together again.
To memories to keep the love alive till then.
To the promises we made and wish to keep still …
To pain of psuedo-farewell to keep the feelings alive…
Today and forever.
It was a difficult task. Lot of planning was needed. but she was prepared for the journey.
It all began when he held out his hand to her, and without a word, she started walking with him. she never had questions, he never answered. Silence did its job when eyes ever met, and it happened more than often. He was the star of her life – not the brightest but the constant one. She was the cloudless moonlit night in his universe and nothing could be as beautiful as her any day.
It was a difficult task. Lot of planning was needed. but she was prepared for the journey.
But he never asked her. He set out to search moon on other planets and forgot the map she had once drawn on his palm for him. He said he was better alone, forgetting the time she filled his lonely nights with dreams.
It was a difficult task. Lot of planning was needed. but she was prepared for the journey. If only he had held out his hands once more ….
She now writes farewell fairy tales to share when he returns…
Its not about celebration
of just one day each year,
but I would still consider
this day as a reminder
for me , you and all others,
to be as proud as humble
as nice as important
as beautiful as smart
as strong from head and heart…
Happy women day
Today , tomorrow and forever.
Some S.O.S calls are bizarre just for the fact that you never made them. some times you stand at a point in life, like at an empty booth and pretend to make a call to random stranger. You tap on the smudgy side glass to check if some one noticed you and feel both good and not. Good that no one would call you a fool and sad that the hopes to get some one to talk would be lost. Ghosts of your restless wishes seep through your sub-consciousness and without realization you make a call to God.
I might have made one such call, when I met him. silent and reserved, he was unlike any friend I ever had. Attentive and sensitive were some of the other words I would later describe him. A smile to fall in love with and words to die for. A friend I dare say I did not deserve , some one I never expected to come across even.
When you meet friends, we talk , and talk more and talk till we depart. We share stuff , we hide some, we smile more and cry so less. I had always known such friends. And they are one of the best. But little did I know even silence had a way among friends.
Nestled between insane talks and crazy stories , silence like shadows lined the street we walked. For fun, we faced the scorching heat of summers and challenged each other to slide on the ice grounds in our make-believe world. But often found ourselves staring curiously at the world and shrugging it off with carefree laughter.
Once some one commented on having a friend with whom she doesn’t have to always talk. I found it amusing as well as a challenge to be such a person. Today I realize i have found that friend in him. I never have to worry what next to say to him, what next to expect to hear. Never am I in a hurry to tell him my stories neither does he hurries his narration. We remain silent and engaged in our own task, without a care. This non-compulsion to speak is something I value the most with him. nothing I say around him or do, makes me feel odd or even him I suppose. This is indeed a new experience and one I will cherish forever.
thank you god for such a wonderful friend.
thank you dear friend, for making of such valuable memories.
An awkward hug and introductions done,
setting the context and randomness,
venue reached and feel the energy flow
check random stalls,some more explored;
books attract, so does book-full talks,
while among illustrations, and stories we walked.
Books bought (as expected or maybe not)
the shine in eyes bright even at the thought,
Oh did I mention the mean call made,
to make some one jealous of my day;
sizzling hot Momos and chilled fruit beer,
not more interesting than our banter though;
Books were borrowed,the objective of meeting met
but more special was the mutual feeling
of reaching out to similar minded gems.
I wish I had few pics toa dd here, anyways , This post is a memory of meeting Arpita today afternoon. I had always enjoyed her reviews at the book blog I am a part of. but meeting was so much more fun ! Looking forward to see you again soon.
And oh, thanks for the treat
Enjoy the books !
Silently she hears
from people unknown
of things, men and women
others are jealous of;
of colors and fabrics
and the patterns worn;
of this and that and more,
but will tell you not;
she knew it better
even before you told;
she’s forgotten by most
but her senses still
can beat yours.
Written as a dedication to one of my relatives I love to talk to. She maybe not one of the best persons I know but she indeed has a brain worth being jealous of.
Also linked to G-Man’s friday flash55
I have written a lot about me ,my muse and few best friends.But there’s one last link I should mention before Wrap up 2011. And she is the one bundle of joy God sent my way – the self declared “chosen one” , the Masakkali !! the adorable infectious creature ..and this one is for her :
vo pehli mulaakat me ghanto karna baatein,
ya dheroon kitaabon ka ho shopping plan,
wo sadkon par ghoomna bina koi parvaah
ya phone par karna baatein hazaar,
vo saath dekhi movies,aur coffee session
vo poetry ki raat, vo taaron ka saath,
vo metro ride, vo faaltu bakwaas,
mumbai ka trip, tera attyachaar ..
hasaata bhi hai,rulaata bhi hai
teri keemti dosti,tera paagal sa pyaar
It was the color of purple,
the one of not so fresh bruises,
that happen to be alive
not by luck,but by citizens
of this world we call earth,
the ones whose mental health
lie in the states of breakdown.
With such inkpot,on my tender skin
was a story of troubles written,
even dreams lagged behind life
caught in some random year,
letting past fly ahead of future.
a game I let too long to be played,
which ended when you came
armed with smiles and goodwill.
no nightmare has ever stayed,
no hope been left uncalled
no fear other than losing you
and no pleasure bigger than you…
This post is a dedication to my friend, my soul sister, my love !
(You know it darling :*)
Also linked to Sunday Whirl , Sunday Scribbling , OSI ,
Few years apart,
hundred times more in miles
give and take some words;
and you will meet friends
filling my heart with joys
from their memories
and pain of the heart
laced with imagination
beyond my usual power.
Writing with all they have
each line a golden stroke
from the mighty bright sun
to the seeker in me ..
This is dedicated to two lovely ladies whose poetry totally took me on a wonderful ride : Scribbling Gal & Eclipse
“This is what I learned: that everybody is talented, original and has something important to say.”
- Brenda Ueland
Never knew when I put to use,
this thought i read
and its a wonder
I remembered too.
Asked him to write
and care not for reaction
had a faint feeling,
his words must be freed
and let take flight,
that ideas he never had
must some day see light,
and I see him today
and reality alike
with the same pen,
he never knew he had.
Dedicated to a dear friend and one of my fav blogger off late
Prompted @ November PAD day#2 :
For today’s prompt, use an epigraph to kickstart your poem. That is, use a quotation. You can use a favorite of your own, or if you’re having trouble thinking of one, I’ve provided a few below. To format an epigraph poem, a poet places the quotation between the title and the body of the poem, while also giving credit to the source of the quotation.
Also linked to Open Link night – dVerse
Starting in July 1st week, Blaga started the Season’s favorite challenge. Something which i so badly wanted to do but the lack of enough ideas discouraged me. Lets just say, I was not in the correct frame. At the end of this challenge, the participants wrote a post on All time favorite. I wrote this poem, dedicated to this lovely lady ! and her awesomely amazing blog :
a stolen glance – across the summer fields,
a shy kiss – in the darkest bend of road
out together on a long summer drive;
a warm hug – in the coldest hours
as snow wraps your place,you wrap love;
as rains hit the window pane – hot tea
with spicy snacks fried by mother;
the retorts ,the scoldings, fights in a day;
the barren look like the autumn tree -
as yellow carpets cover the dull roads;
or the time when you think of the flowers -
that covered the trees,lined the roads,
and added romance to your evenings at times;
whether alone, with lover or family of friends,
wether silent, talking or singing to self,
in whatever way, you chose to express,
words link you to the moment and feelings,
to people known and from far off lands -
they hold the world and rule it so,
they love you as much, as you hold them close !
Very few days
when you wake up
with a song in your head,
blessed be the days
when you can smile
over a song in your head.
reasons be unknown
for the joys bubbling
from the song in your head.
hum it first,then
sing it aloud to the world
the song in your head…
Dedicated to all my friends and readers here is the song i woke up humming in my head - [ The song has english subtitles so you can watch]
An illuminated message window
A command to sleep
its late you see, the message read
an immediate sorry
referring to no hello-hi
Wasn’t I the same !
with many a twists -
starting with nothing
and going all places
that you could imagine not -
seendipity i say !
Friendship says others,
He calls it bonds of music.
This is a special post for you Music Man ! You know it well I guess
Inspired from Five Words Friday [FWF] prompt by GHB !
Beginning of May , I thought
day after day, to blog;
Ideas from one,five lines for another
two lovely prompts woven together;
I guess I tried;I wrote what I liked !
This is specially for May Challenge by Ava [Day 31] , May2011 Int’l 5 lines poetry Month ! Thank you for inspiring me to write in the month of May !!
Lonely he stands,
be it sun or rains,
he can not give up
no matter what it takes.
Blaring horns around
angry drivers in hurry
ever busy people on foot
these are his worries.
Image Source : The Morning News
Then there are those
who flaunt arrogance
by breaking rules,
in name of ignorance.
Can you blame him then,
to take things by law book
if he wasn’t careful
how messy would roads look ?
Treat him just human
keeping regulation isn’t easy
give him a word of praise
for keeping the traffic moving.
Pass him a genuine smile
if he gets angry at you
only he ensures your safety
being the traffic police.
Written for Poetry Potluck
When i started this post, i was feeling literally on cloud 9 ! After a long long time I let myself go free, have a great conversation and just be myself – Nothing new for you ? Neither for me except that I did that in company of a wonderful person I met the first time !It was bliss beyond words.
But the smiles have faded. A sense of loss shrouds my heart. Its weird how some people become a part of your life without intending. How losing them suddenly chokes you. He did not know me but i feel i did. I adored him as much i respected him. May his soul rest in peace. The sky stole a star from the world.
Each day, the same face
the same routine
the check and the nods
then one day i smiled at her;
and it never been same
A hello, the check, the smiles,
Hows you and thank you,
Goodbyes and Take care,
and two smiling souls!!
(This post is dedicated to the lady at the reception in my office building.)
There was a time i did not live in NCR. And that time, only friend i had in delhi was him. So this tag !! He is one of the reason that september is special to me (other reason being my mother’s b’day).
Words do not define how i feel about him or what he means to me - All i know is that he is one of the few friends who like me the way i am , who will stand with me no matter what i do, who has always managed to not lose me in the crowd , who has fought with me so i do not forget him ever, who has listened my woes at 3 am, who did not hang up even when i called him “coz i did not want to be alone when i cried” !
This is for you my dear -
how friendship should be
you must love,fight,forgive,love more
if you really desire
to keep close
Thank you for not just teaching me this lesson but also living it for me ! Hope i do not let you down any day !!
Wriiten for Months of the year challenge – September
This post is a way to express my unsaid feelings for few people. So i dedicate this to following special ones in my life :
One who made me laugh so much to make me forget a bad day,
One who made me cry so much that i was empty of pain;
One who listened to me so well that i felt all important
One who refused to acknowledge me,adding to my strength;
One who wiped my silent tear,gathering my battered soul
One who turned his back on me,it lead me to newer hopes.
One who loved, cared, loves and will always try to be so
Also to those who made me weak, remember i still love you all.
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011 TO YOU ALL !
Inspired by #LettersIneverWrote hashtag on twitter by canis poeticus.
Submitted to Z to A challenge – D , Re-blogged for One Shot Wednesday
This is my long pending dedication to dearest Jingle ! without her i would not be writing and reading so so much !! And a note of thank you for all the awards.
on days i act crabby
and lazy to even write it,
you always visit me
revive me like fairies do
wonder if you know..
Prompted at Sensational Haiku Wednesday .
His enthusiasm was scary
but the smile so charming
His praises sounded dreamy
but the way he said was sweet.
He confused her with his ways
yet amazed her with his wit
He challenged her thoughts
without ever demanding it.
He opened the doors for her
to the world she longed to see
but had marked as forbidden
for reasons unknown to be.
He wasn’t the first or the best
of people she liked in her life
but he sure brought to her
the joys she has lost to time.
God send for you his angels
in forms and ways we know not,
but the blessings be felt as friends,
irrespective how you come across.
Dedicated to my new friend “donkey”
Submitted to Months of the year challenge – November