I used to sit on top of the roof
Looking up at the sky full of stars
I used to stand in my balcony
Staring at the beautiful moon
I used to lose myself in dreams of you
And wish if you were with me
Sitting just by my side with your arms around me
Your smile, your talk and your soft touch
Really I miss all very much
I close my eyes
Picturing our first meet
The moment that stopped my heartbeat
A smile appears on my face
When I remember your embrace
I use to cuddle my pillow
Acting as if it is you
My nights are spent in your memories
You come in my dreams just like fairies
Now I can’t wait anymore for you
I want to spend my whole life with you
I want my day to start with your kiss and end with your hug
I wish my nights are spent in your arms under a single rug
To future poets,
Poetry, hearing this word everyone imagines a dead art
A Poet! Hearing that this is what my son wants to become parents rush out to stop him.
They don’t want him to spoil his life by writing poems Poem!
A necessary evil that chaps have to study during schooling.
Friends, you are born in a world which thinks poetry is dead.
You will live in a world where people might state poets
as characters from past who have no place in the modern society.
Believe me everyone will think of you as an idiot,
having no work to do; wasting his time.
Now its no more about future, it has already started.
You will be persecuted for your poetry, even I was.
I was an emperor living in a royal palace; ruling over my vast empire.
Suddenly I saw a maid, most beautiful creature ever mankind has produced.
I fell in love with her, Love at first sight.
I decided to marry, everyone was stunned.
Life threatening, guilt and shame were all that I gained.
I had to forsake, forsake everything that was regarded as mine
Forsake my empire; forsake my authority; for her sake.
That prettiest of all, her name was… Poetry.
Yes, its true you will have to sacrifice,
Sacrifice your respect and your respectful life.
If my above sayings discouraged you; you are not a poet
At least a true poet,
Cause if you were, you would challenge my words with yours.
Nothing! Nothing can ever take what was yours.
Your closest will tell that poetry is a dead art and you are its coffin;
But as long as you are alive poetry is in your blood.
You have not chosen poetry, poetry has chosen you
And she will test you; to know are you worth being her bridegroom
What will be your answer?
Sardonic, Sharp and Stabbing
Replaced the austere, fragrant garlands of letters
That adorned his speech, felicitating me with the love he claimed he had.
For two months he waltzed me around the dark ballroom of lies
Until the day came and he stood there, hands clutching my hair shameless and merciless
And pushed my naive face into a bucket of ice and water
Letting the truth of life and the depth of his betrayal
Scar and Bruise me until the end of time.
We were like two pebbles from the same stone,
Both rough, jagged and deformed by the merciless beatings of our past
We rubbed onto each other, at a time, when each where knocked out cold
Alone in the frigid, glacial interiors of a dungeon called life.
We collided hard and fast, trying to share the pain and keep warm
From the cold, calculating breezes of pain and isolation.
A spark ignited between us, marking the end of the whippings of torture.
We let go of our chains, wrapping our arms tight together,
As the spark swiftly consummated with the oxygen, giving birth
To a child so fierce, so driven, as fueled as fire,
Melting the glaciers and warming up the frigid winds,
And burning out the wounds and lacerations of a time less pleasant,
Wrapping us into it’s talons, vowing to be our knight in shining armour:
A Knight we named Love.
Winged art moving
Time as a poetic glazier—
It’s a music delighting eyes,
A dance that floats, stunning
The silence of eternity;
Watching them climb
Higher and Higher, their
Celestial robes having the
Precision of a mobile art
Gallery— I am standing
On the earth, while you
Open the art of an experience;
You disappear from my vision-
Yet you have chosen a destiny–
A white flame merging as a song
Of love, your breath now,
An ethereal cosmic whisper.