You came to me like a rising sun,
Shining bright over my horizon,
And I was mesmerized by your sight,
Like a daydream in a dark night.
Will you come and hold my hand,
And walk with me until the very end,
Even if it will be hard for you,
Amid the fire and water for me will you go through?
We were just like the two opposite banks of a river though we had the same route and destination yet the distance between us widened as we moved forward with every new tributary.
P.S I still Love You
Let us walk back the road we took while drifting away from each other and maybe somewhere along the way we would meet again at that intersection from where we changed our ways.
But this time just promise me that you would hold my hand at that intersection and take me away with you.
LOVE IN THE MOUNTAIN
Will my journey end or not,
Does this road have an end or not?
Though I can see you but the road to you seem too long,
Can't tell you how much I wanted you to be along.
Don't you worry just stay there and wait,
I will come even if it is late.
For the road of our love this is not the end,
We will surely meet maybe after the other bend...
Come let us sit together and look into each other's eyes walking back in time to find each other in the memories we shared..
Though we often run into each other you dont seem to remember me. It's like drifting away while walking towards each other. Maybe I was just a nightmare for you, but for me you were the dream that I wished to come true.
You are like the winter rain,
Every winter though I keep on waiting for you,
You are always as cold to me as you were the last time.
They were just like a couple of stars when people saw them, so bright, beautiful and complete together.
Yet he and his stars only knew that just like two stars, how far they really were from each - other.
Come let's sit together for a while,
Let's keep gazing in each other eyes
Hoping to find the long lost love...
You are not perfect infact you are a complete mess. Ah! but what could I do you are messed up so beautifully that I could'nt stop falling for you..
December nights are beautiful, I pray it rains today. Remember it was a raining december night when you left me forever. That chilly night is now a memory just like you but still on december nights sitting alone I just wish the rain and you to return.
Tell me what keeps you worrying,
Tell me what keeps you up at night,
Tell me what keeps on haunting you,
Tell me your darkest secrets.
Just open up to me
Oh darling just sit with me let's share a cigarette again.
There is a unique characteristic of time that seems to be bad at good times and good at bad times, and that is the time flies.
On my bad days when you are away the only thing that keeps me going is that even this time will pass.
The raindrops have to fall from the black sky,
Just to make it more brighter, clearer and dry.
In your life I am also like a drop of sorrow,
That has to be removed for a better tomorrow.
My life was like a long dark tunnel and your love was like the light at the end of it, the light I craved for....
One day when darkness will surround us. When there will be no ray of hope. That is the day when world will drop its mask and the real and beautiful person inside us will wake up. That is the day when everyone will love each - other with no place for hatred.That is the day when everyone will be treated equally, when the world will become beautiful in real sense, the day I dream of...
Sometimes on a winter morning I write your name on the dew covered window just to remind me of your love that faded the same way as your name.
Sometimes even happiness also have a darker side,
You don't realise how much much you are going to miss those happy moments once they are gone..🙂🙂
Sometimes in life we should do the things we enjoy irrespective of thinking about it ends coz sometimes even if we know how things are going to end does'nt mean that we can't enjoy the journey.
What will be our future time will tell,
So let the time tell.
Till then let the moments cherish,
Let the moments make memories...
Some tales are better left incomplete, it's like reading a wonderful novel or watching a sitcom. As you read it or watch it you urge to know the end, but as you reach the end you wish it to have never ended. Life also works this way only.
You can follow any religion.
You can beleive in Jesus, Allah, Rama or Buddha or even Mr. Bean in that case.
But never ever tell someone else that your religion is better.
It feels like drowning,
Drowning in the deep ocean of sorrows.
Thrashing the water to retreive the breath again.
But as I try to come up I am going deeper and deeper.
Oh love, are you here to save me.
Wait won't you even stretch a hand...
Sometimes I don't think anything before writing a poem. I just pick a piece of paper and start writing all the thoughts, random phrases and lines that comes in my mind and in the end I just put them together and they start making sense by themselves. Maybe that's how we should live our lifes by just living it, do whatever we want to do without thinking much about it's ends.
Many a times there are a few things we want to do but we set back after thinking too much about it ends. Please don't think too much coz life is just too short to sit back and think just stand up and do whatever you want to do.
Yes girl he don't love you,
He don't love you that is why he don't trust your male friends.
He don't love you that's why he always enquires about the boy he last saw you with.
He don't love you that's why he don't let you go out late at night.
Yes he don't love you,
But maybe you will realised that you were safest with him when you'll see other males in society or when you'll marry and have kids.
Just remember your dad loves you the most. He is the superhero whose only aim is to protect you.
The final glimpse of his corpse,
Led her to the narcotic stage of sorrow.
Tears flowed down from her aquamarine eyes,
The same eyes for whom he was just a cipher.
She never realised when she got enamored of him,
When she started falling for his decorous nature.
For her he was nothing but the jinx,
Yet she let him purloin her heart.
Realising that he will never return she started to heal,
Finally putting the kibosh on for her love for him.
Though the wound of his loss will heal,
But the cicatrices of his memories will always remain in her heart.
The memories which are now her placebo,
The only way to come out of the remorseless sorrow.
She snogged his ...