Showing posts with label romanticism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label romanticism. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Putting In It All My Faith



Its fresh, its new
Its bright like a lightning
Thunderous like a thunderstorm
But its least frightening


I am amazed at the phrase
Those stream of lovely thoughts
That liveliness in every word
Continuous useless talks


Though this has happened before
Yet every thing seems so new
Its like a roller coaster ride
Every second passing really fast too


Loving every moment & movement of it
The closeness growing everyday
Getting romantic at the core
& soft till the brim I must say


But its too new & has no shape
I will have to calm down & wait
So as to mould it into something
Putting in it all my faith

Saturday, May 8, 2010

What ever has happened, has happened, can’t do much



Separation can be a very painful situation,
but it makes us learn the most difficult chapter of our life.
It makes us feel detached and control our reaction,
it helps us endure the pain when it badly strikes.

Well it also somewhere makes us feel really guilty,
deep inside our vulnerable hearts,
for the past mistakes done intentionally or unintentionally,
which had separated our hearts apart.

But then there is something more
powerful than this impact of separation.
Which automatically heals me from inside
to cure this pain becomes my aspiration
& then the energy changes all strides.

No matter how much guilt binds me down
This energy keeps my head held up high
It has given me the courage to tell the whole town
“that I am still worthy of love”, & then take a deep sigh

To hurt you or anyone else had never been my intention
Can’t blame the time entirely, situation was such
& now finally I apologize leaving aside all pretentions
Whatever has happened has happened can’t do much.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Two Lilies In My Garden


Two Lilies In My Garden
Two Lilies had blossomed in my garden, few days ago.
When i first saw them. they had a real glow.

I thought, would fondle with them, probably take a picture or two,
then i got submerged in my daily mundane work,inevitably had to.

When i saw them after two days, their glow had started vanishing.
Oh i will surely click tomorrow, i was promising.

Next two days, i could not remind myself.
Meanwhile,they were drying and dying by themselves.

When i got up yesterday,first thing in the morning,
i went to the garden where there was nothing left even for the mourning.

All i could find were dried petals on the ground,
and there was a breeze of sadness in the garden all around.





Sometimes in the rush we forget to live...then later we regret the past but then there is nothing to be done....request to all readers of this blog to start looking around for life. In the race of life, don't ever forget to live.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Life Still Remains Beautiful


I generally don't feel any pain when people go away.
When they decide to follow their own way.
For some days, that feeling of loneliness, i simply neglect it.
Don't want to waste my emotions over the people who made me feel rejected.
Not all, but when i think of some,
my whole body really becomes numb.
This numbness which takes me back to the days of my rejection
and then it also reminds me of my soul and its resurrection.
I have cried in the darkness of betrayal for days,
waiting for the divine light to fall on me as bright sun rays.
There was none to extend a helping hand.
i had made castles of my own with sand.
And when the high tide had taken it away,
not for a single second could anyone stay.
I stood up, mend it again and again
though tide being the only constraint.
Victorious i stood with a bright smile,
but when i looked around, there was only mud and slime.
It doesn't matter to me, as i am again hopeful.
i always believed and still believe that no matter what happens,
life still remains beautiful.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Grace my life with love unconditional











My life is a bliss, a gift from God
yet nothing significant to applaud.
I keep praising Him
for showing His love and affection
and try to make my life reach ideal point of perfection
but it is not Him that i seek
well, while saying this my voice does gets bleak.
I seek the love which only a human heart can give
and it is vital for me to live.
The way i struggle with my words to rhyme,
i juggle between relationships which were mine.
I need a shoulder to cry on.
I wish to see someone reading newspapers in my lawn.
I want to cook and feed him too.
All day in his arms and nothing else to do.
Holding arms, running wild into the fields.
Oh God i so really plead
grace my life with love unconditional
love which stays forever and is not seasonal.



i am getting hopeful again...........

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Call out my name


Hey stranger
why are you veiled like a mystic beauty?
like some hideous creature, you crawl in my psyche.
What color is your heart - purple may be
because it never seems to throb.
Painfully cold....huh...
nonreciprocating love
is what i get from you as a reward.
You were so virtually mine
but virtual could never be real
i had forgotten meanwhile.
I follow you like crazy
left my life, started living yours
& you shy away from even looking at me?
What do they call it in your world
- being courteous may be?
well my world calls it - insensitive.
Insensitive - is the word
for those cold gazes of yours
which casts me like a stone
and freezes me as cold as white snow.
I crave to melt
melt in your arms.
I crave to melt into something insignificant
but only in your arms.
You are like a blood sucking moth
careless to my pains
& even my moans
cannot reach your dead ears.
I wish to drown, die early
cause now you notice me barely.
My verses my songs
never touch your heart.
You are so unreachable
my hope falls apart.
Show me some signs
some movements some words
so that i continue to hope.
Hope against all odds
hope against your coldness
against your wrath.
Please don't turn your back
i would extinguish
like a dying flame.
Don't stop yourself further
go ahead and for once
call out my name.


This happens when a writer falls in love with the character created by himself. He is puzzled between the question of what is real and what is virtual. This question has bewitched many and would continue to do the same, don't know till when. I suffered the same pain....and if you are a writer, it would infect you soon....