Dreams , maybe not
Of your fingers on me
Smiles on you
Messages of morning
Of love , longing and care
Of rosy reality
Wishes like prayer
Whispered to pillow so soft
Like your heart.
Finally the call
Out of dream to real
You are mine.
This is collum lune. Inspired by sunday mini challenge at imaginary toads. Also linked to sunday scribblings.
Much has been written,
And said
Of nights in our times
Foggy like ghosts of dead.
Hollow eyes stay glued
To hopes
We neither understand
Nor we pull those ropes.
Confused emotions
And dreams
Lie bleeding in heart
Supressing the screams.
In silent whispers of loss
And loneliness
I scribble these verses
N order to be blessed.
Pardon my sharp tongue
And loud voice
Remember the tears,
The would pay the price.
In dark i lie awake
And alone
Awaiting the dawn of love
Melting the stares so cold.
If once you turned back
To see
The eyes are set on roads
That bring you to me
cross it off
I say in whispers,
But I know the voice isn’t mine;
HE smiles on me
And in my smiles he stays,
He made me for a reason,
And the reason I know now,
Is to make love happen,
And tell the world
Love lives. Right here.
Within our hands ,
And hearts that beat
Together.
so I crossed it off
All doubts from head
And instead,now my
Instincts lead
I cry not when I miss you ,
but more when I lose myself
in your web of thoughts;
I cry not ’cause I want you ,
but more in realization
of your closeness;
I cry not from fear of losing you ;
but grateful to be in your arms
when I most want.
I cry not ..I just shed tears in your name
When all words fail
To come out straight.
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This is written for Open Link night @ dVerse
you ask why I write ,
and I admit ,
I am tempted to tell you,
maybe not the truth
’cause I know not today
what truth you will prefer
There ws a challenge,
when I began year back;
then came the need to impress
to spread my wings and test;
to cry , smile , scream and break
into peices over soft grass
or shredded glass in cold nights,
I wrote with abundance,
with pride over my new friends
and with fear one year -
the same year that I was robbed,
left naked to bleed and cry
while some one erased words
from dreams and real life alike.
Why I still wrote, my friends asked
and I have no answer except
writing a few bits more in secret.
Never did I know, I wrote
’cause there was someone out there
who waited to read me,
to match his silence with my lines,
to sing the words I left behind,
to read my words,
read me,
write to me,
write me ..
Write …
I write for him,
I wrote to seek him,
I write of his love
I wrote dreams of him
I write
I always will,
I want to ..
==
This is a non stop writing that happened after reading this post and the comments below.
thank you dVerse Poets ! you always make me write some amazing stuff 
They were not poor. They were saving. For each other , for the future. For the life ahead- not better or worse ’cause they were best together and they valued it lot. This support , this silent understanding , this strength to smile for each other, all this alone made them proud and happy.
But Like most girls, she loved gifts. And like many guys, he was a shy clueless fellow who just knew to love but not express.
Yet he knew how to make her happy. How to see that shine in her eyes , every time they met.
No gold or silver
to offer you tonight,just
colors to bind us
Isn’t that the reason God made flowers ? For a guys like that.
==
Hold me tight,
Etch with your fingers
A verse of our love,
Real like the passionate kisses,
Tall like the moments without it.
… and I promise to read them
back to your skin,
as eagerly as
you would,
Illuminated
by the spark in
your eyes,a fire that
consumes me,every time
you even whisper my name.
–
The below poem in hindi was written prompted by a thought about the love of my life :
metro ke khali dabbe me,jab awaazein saaf sunai padti hain,
kabhi kabhi koi baat,kaano me pad jaati hai,
koi sawaal aisa sun leti hoon, jo dil ko choo jaata hai,
kal ek thaki hui awaaz ne bola,waqt kahan milta hai kisi ko yaad karo ?
aur main muskura uthi, main to har waqt usko yaad karti hoon,
ya yun kaho, har khoobsurat ehsaas me wo khud hi yaad aa jaata hai.
[ And below is the translation ( sort of) ]
Travelling in the metro,
when you can overhear,
some random bit of talk,
or questions that find
a way straight to heart -
“where does one have time
to miss some one”
a tired voice asks,
and I can not help but smile,
’cause I miss him all the time -
his words ,smile or name
is just there always,
with every beautiful desire,
every feeling of him I share.
Linked to dVerse Poetics , Sunday Whirl
To all the couples I have known or met – the engaged , married or the lovers;
I am sorry.
I am sorry to question why you would not find time for me.
I am sorry to think that you “have” no time for any one except yourself and your partner.
I am sorry to assume you have no need for other friends.
I am disappointed with myself I wanted to mention but then how was i supposed to know what it is to be linked so with another person.
Having said that, I still do not understand why I still want to get away at times.
I want him to be around but also be on my own sometimes.
I want to meet people who do not know him or talk about so maybe I can tell them about him.
I want to try things we both do not know about or like much.
I want to know the world from eyes and ear different from mine or him or ours.
I love him and i can not say it well or enough times every day but I still fear losing myself within ourself or finding him lost same way.
I need things and people to talk about when I meet him and not just go over our shared experiences.
So, yes I am sorry to judge without bias.
But I am still glad I have friends who have helped me not to be like some of you.
PS : That gets me to another realization. Few of my friends have been assuming I am too busy or occupied to meet them. Now this post might never reach them but to every one reading this, I hope you keep your friends close and never lose that touch with anyone you met before your partner came to your life.
A compromise,
this life is;
reminds the lady
in my head.
the decisions
are just lies;
whispers the voice
as I lie in bed;
take it forward
or stay put;
I have no say,
its yours to prove.
Sometimes when I write to you, and you do not reply , I wish there was some way I could know the email reached you. That you read it and understood it.As if sitting across you, I could see the expressions on your face.
I imagine getting up in the morning and wondering how would a phantom reply from you look like ? What color would my inbox show it in ? Red of love or Grey of wait or the ink blue of expectations ? I imagine you thinking of a reply in your head but not typing it. Can we have an access to such a storage capacity ? where all unwritten replies are kept . Can I log in there and ask if you have unknowingly left some words for me there ? Do they stack the emails by sender name or by receiver ?
And yet , getting up to your messages definitely cheers me. No matter how hard it was to get any sleep last night. No matter what I wrote in the email last night. No matter whether you read that or chose not to reply.
The day belongs to you, to Love, to you loving me.
The day belongs to the smiles your love bring to me.
The following lines is an attempt to translate the lines I wrote in my mother tongue – hindi. As I tried to sleep one night and thought of my love , I wrote this for him :
In the lonely nights
when silence echoes in me,
i feel you next to me
holding my hands as i sleep;
I smile at the thought
and before I can look again,
you kiss my cheeks and fade away.
Raat ke andhere sannaton me
kabhi aisa bhi lagta hai
ki tum haath thaame so rahe ho bagal me;
ek muskaan si phail jaati hai aisa soch kar,
is se pehle ki aankh lage,
tum gaal choom kar laut jaate ho ..
Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali
A little while,
more my love,
he whispers in my dreams
A little while
is all I need,
before this dreams cease to be;
A little while
you must wait
his unhurried touch speaks
a little while
is all I have
to let you know how I feel;
a little while
I understand
I have to make myself believe
Many of these
little while
is what life turns out to be.
Prompted @ The Mag , Carry on Tuesday , Sunday Scribblings
are we not meeting tomm? she messaged.
got some work.
Ok.See you later.
She wasnt happy , but they had decided to take a break. She decided to read to pass time, when another sms came :
Wanna have a drink tonight ?
The break saw its end before it even began,she thoguht and laughed.
–
submitted to G-Man’s friday flash 55
The silence
tumbling out
between shy smiles
the occassional giggle
between kisses -
our special song
–
Elizabeth at Musical Notes : Poetry Prompt asked us to write a poem in 15 words or less , inspired after hearing the following song :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbSM02_1k34
I used exact 15 words 
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
his silence holds
a hundred meaning;
ample stories whistling
within each trapped breath;
her words however flawed,
are window to a million more,
if only he understood,
silence is a good answer
but never a better question.
–
Dedicated to a very dear freind.
Prompted @ Sunday Whirl
Linked to week#50 at Open Link night
A drop of love,
lands on my face
and I feel like it rained;
A silent hug,
marks every day we meet
and I wish there were rains.
A passionate kiss
opens my soul to you
and I know “I” would rain.
(This is a hindi post)
pyaar ka ek aur rang aaj chatak kar mere upar bikhar gaya . Kisi ke izhaar ne mere izhaar aur ikraar ke khwaabon ko hawa de di . Jitni baar ye dil kisi par aaya , iske tootne ke dar se zubaan khaamosh rahi . kabhi khud se darti thi , kabhi duniya ki baaton se. Fir us se mulakaat hui jisne har dar se ladna seekha diya , siwa ek ke. aaj bhi khaamosh nazron se aankhein churaata hai dil. Ek awaaz wo de , duniya ko bataye ki maine apna saathi dhoond liya .. aise hi din ke intezaar me dil aahein bharta hai .. tab tak doosron ke rango se khel karta hai …
Mere intezaar ka rang gehraata hai , izhaar ke rang ki fariyaad karun ??
A blank canvas,
a black canvas,
thats how she felt
as he rained his love
and wordless passion;
some emotions raged,
some emotions caged,
a contrast of colors
fell across her soul
in a print so unknown;
lost and found
far yet around
words lay scattered
few clear, most hazy
awaiting a chance to flow.
Aligned with him
hooked to him,
she lay yet so alone
her rythm disrupted
it was time she let go.
–
Linked to Open Link night , sunday whirl
her smile gives away
the hopes she hides in eyes
his sun shine gone pale ..
He empties his heart in words and sets them free in winds ; knowing well she stands on the roof top catching every sheet of paper that flies from his room. Each night she builds new hopes from them.
–
Written for Haiku Height (hope)
Also linked to G-Man’s friday flash 55
complaints growl in the head
as the probability games unfold;
“he loves me-he loves me not”
love after all is a hyped emotion,
I say to my words and smile
“for this moment,he is just mine”
I need no justification from him
neither would I voice my doubt
“to be happy now,love is all about?”
–
PAD#4 : take the phrase, “100% (blank);” replace the blank with a new word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem
3WW ( growl , hype , justify )
At times, like last night
I apologize for saying some things;
you smile and nod in agreement
knowing well, I never am sorry,
for voicing my thoughts
that doubt my abilities;
but instead am sorry
to not even trust your words
as simple as “I love you”
–
PAD#3 : Write an apology poem, or… Write an unapologetic poem.
Lined to http://dversepoets.com/2012/04/03/open-link-night-week-38/
and when you lie
In my arms,
I fear the most
not losing this charm,
but afraid to see
you alone and lost,
to unable to hear
your heart’s songs,
and I wonder how
will I learn to let go
how to be assured
you will find a way
to build yourself a home
–
Linked to G-Man’s 55 flash fiction
Unlike you,
am just an amateur dreamer,
creating images in head
and sticking to them as i sleep;
diligently I hold, to this activity
nurturing it night and day
with enough words to paint
a time when I sleep and wake
in your arms,your smile on my face.
Written for 3WW (http://www.threewordwednesday.com/)
