A day of love

My love - one day long,

One day of madness,

One day of song.

With crack of the dawn

and parting of the stars,

there goes my love too -

Long Live the Scars.

Glowing like a hot neon light

I had been to Kolkata this summer. It is a product of that fine trip.

I had come to her,

from far,

and a long time too.

Her eyes were burning with passion.

The spirit was aroused, inflamed

and she stood there blindling,

glowing like a hot neon light.

The gloss of the night was hers,

as was the glamour

and she stood there illuminating

a thousand passers-by.

Moonlight faded in her presence

and night took heart from her soul

as She stood there bewitching,

a world ensnared by ghosts.

The honey kept dropping from heaven,

the fireflies coming up to light...

Somehow something in me had turned -

though I kept looking afar.

A love that lasts?

I will bring you a rose everyday

for years.

one day, your face will wear down

and will have lines on them

unlike the rose.

But will I go away from you that day?

Not at all,

I will be old too

and you will be all I will ever want.

I will walk with you

to the garden every evening

and one day,

our love will not be fresh as it is today.

You will not giggle at every word I say,

I will not turn my head every few seconds

to see your radiant face

but our love will have grown,

ripened with age like wine

and i know I will love you more

than I will ever have before.

waiting in the spring

I wait for you though you had never promised to come. my heart is praying. eyes waiting.I wait and I wait.

Waiting for you –
When the spring is ripe,
And the flowers carpet the path
Through which I hoped you would pass.

I lay my love with the flowers,
The horizon my eyes are gone.
My lips they chant a prayer.
I wait for you to arrive.

My body may be a trifle tired
And heart a little sad,
But the eyes are not yet sorry
They have hope in the path.

The flowers haven’t crumbled,
The fragrance not yet gone.
The birds may be a bit silent,
But the season of love ain’t past

A dagger seems to rip me
Of longing and endless wait.
But I lay my love with the flowers
For their beauty ain’t yet past.

September

Sweet scent of September
of soil wet by rain.
A winter far approaching
and a summer gone to grave.

The simple joys of toiling farmers
and a harvest that is going to be.
Days of humble expectations
Oh September! How lovely you be.

The fragrance of rickety roses,
a sweetheart coming in rain.
O lovely, charming September
and the wonders thou can bring.

Dawns of innocent desires
The noons of waiting for a sight.
And evenings with bitter sweet memories
The dreams of so many nights.

O lovely, lovely September.
The days of first love my.
And the world was as happy as I was –
The earth, the seas and the sky.

O wonderful, wonderful September
I am so grateful to thee.
With all your joys and thunder
I wish you will always be.

The Last Temptation

I wrote it a day after holi while visiting an uncle's place. Just trying to figure out love and its little pleasures.

Years of longing,
centuries of love
and a dark night of rejection.
A tide away from the black waves
of your curly blackness.
A sunset in my heart
coinciding the moonlight on your face.
All the bridges break
and pillars snap
in the thunder and the heavy winds.
End of wait for a tomorrow
that is never to be.

A life about to go
but for the loveliness of your face
and your innocent smile.
A sight to behold -
and my last temptation.

love and land

I don't know what to write about it.Wrote it in the class, and my mind was wandering in a world of its own and I felt the words coming from somewhere deep within.

A garden goes to waste,
the plants wait for you.
So do the birds parched on the trees,
the plants,the grass and the early morning dew.

A kaleidoscope of emotions
will show you what I have.
The colours are a thousand,the patterns a million,
and so are the motifs of my heart.

The birds flock the sky,
but sing a sorry tune.
A palace but with no subjects,
haunting like some ancient ruin.

But the one who would change it all
is away, long gone from land.
And even the sun is sorry
and the land is sad,
and the soil is slowly turning to sand.

If only

One day, I will go away.
I will die,
never to come back again,
ever.
I wish, for me,
she cries, when I am gone.
Its so vain, of me,
to think, that she will,
but if only she would,
it would be like
a world of roses,
even in the fire of the hell.

If only I am missed,
for all the times
I wasn't there,
even though it is,
but for a second,
that second, would be like,
a million years of bliss for me.

If only, I get a reply,
to the thousand of letters
I didn't send,
even though it be a silent one,
that silence would be worth
more than a zillion words.

If only she loves me….

If only…

moon

My most recent.
and rather heartfelt........

Not all can get the moon,
She's bright,beautiful
and enriching like some mountain spring,
the elixir of life;
and all the stars in the world
fade in the light of her face.
Yes, she is something which shouldn't have
come to the earth.
The envy of a thousand princesses,
lovely. the desire of Gods.
And yet, for all she is,
She is, but in my head.
Real, and still she doesn't exist.
An image, idolized.
An ode to perfection.
Yes, she is not true;
but a beautiful lie
I have spoken to me.
A moon that is mine
but which I can never have.

The lady meets again

This is the sequel to my earlier poem 'The lady in the reservation queue'. All these 'accidents' kept happening to me in the year I was preparing for the IIT-JEE after completing my 12th.Hope you enjoy it as much as I liked writing it.

Remember the eyes
i told about, afore,
Well, i saw them again
and I leapt once more.

They were the same
my eyes can't mistake.
I can bet the were,
my sanity at stake.

Well, I had been to the post office
to post a mail,
I saw the set there,
sitting on a chair, their owner, in a veil.

U can think of my astonishment,
and elation, and surprise
The world I had searchrd for them
and they were there, in front of my eyes.

I advanced towards her,
hoping to get some small talk.
But even before I could reach
she stood up for a walk

I remember commentng on weather,
and then bollywood, and then Iraq
But she kept her own company
and I kept groping in the dark.

The time was slowly trickling
My desperation furthur mounting
I decided to take a final risk
Although dangers I kept counting.

Just as she was to go,
I went to her and said.
My heart was pumping overtime.
Sweat flowing through my forehead.

"Mam I had seen you before too,
And I love your eyes since then,
And I have been half mad, in search of you,
All laughing at me, those men.

Fully aware of the troubles that await me
I propose to you my love
In your hands I leave my destiny
Plz accept me, me, my love."

She looked at me surprised,
One not knowing what to do.
All the people present were lookin at me
as one look at a monkey in a zoo.

Unperturbed I stood t here,
waiting for some reply.
I had steeled my heart for rejection.
I just prayed, my luck would apply.

She stormed out to a waiting car
Her emotiond I couldnt see.
The carbegan to move forward
My heart sank to some deep sea.

The window glasses were lowered
A paper thrown out, all crumpled.
the car went away as IO rushed towards it
I picked the paper, by now completely trampled.

A phone number was scribbled on it
The handwriting beautiful, curly.
My elation, excitement knew no bounds
I started making air castles, although it was a bit too early.

I have yet to go and call her
a day, although has passed.
But I am taking things very cautiously
I dont want to miss this chance.

A long tale of love

The day I wrote last and until now, I have gone through a lot many emotions. The thrill, the joy and the subsequent dejection and longing. The next three poems are connected, showing the three stages of love.
I have posted them in the order I wrote.
Over to you bard!

** The proposal **

I started off to make a friend of you
and I very miserably failed
For however hard I tried to confine my feelings
and yet I couldn't help thinking of more.


The charm that has may enchanted
has also a spell on this mortal soul,
And whatever means I tried to get rid of it
and yet I couldn't come out of it whole.


I don't know if you have noticed,
but none have missed
the sparkle in my eyes
when you are around;
And it is certainly strange
that I have told my feelings to all
but the one to whom this heart is bound.


It also is strange
that I still miss you most
though the ship of time has long left your shore,
And I want to tell you today
than anything else in this world
I love you more


********** Dejected, but not discouraged ***********

Can I propose to you, just once more.

I know you have turned me down twice
I know i am full of vice;
But I dont want to abandon
the hope of a glorious world.
Hey! Can I propose to you, just once more.

It is tough to hear the no
I know your heart feels so,
But ask yourself just this one time,
Cant I, even for a day, come into your life.
Hey! cant you make me your.
Can I propse to you, just once more.

The past has been past, and it was bad.
And I still look to it, when I am sad.
But the future is now.
Showing its glorious head out of the clouds.
Just look at me once again
I will look to you, sane and pure.
Hey! Can I propose to you, just once more.


********** A lost hope and the world after **********

Afterburns

I never thought
you could mean
so much to me.
It was in fun
that loved you first,
and I never took myself
too seriously;
I kept loving you
and I thought,
its just because
I have no other girl
to go to.
A long while later
I proposed to you
and I never thought you would say anything but no.
I was ready for rejection
I was brave enough to face,
But when it came
and when you said
you value me so much more as friend
but still declined to go all the way,
and I thought initially,
'Ok! this is what I knew
will happen to me,'
and I still thought
I was strong
enough to handle it
and more over I was
never too serious about you.
But in an hour itself
I felt the folly of my thoughts.
You mean so much more to me
I didn't know it, until then.
'you are my friend,' and you said,
'you will always be'
And I am crying in my heart
why is it this way.
you could have said to me, "No,
Get off you bugger
Get lost from my life."
and it would have been easier
to shut you out;
But the way you said
made me fall in love with you more
And it is so hard on my heart
to face the rock of my feelings
crush me under its weight,
and now I have taken myself seriously
Yes, I love you more than I ever thought.

love letter

He loved a girl and loved her more than the spring would love a rain. He felt more complete on getting a glimpse of her than a river would feel on reaching an ocean. Ocean it was, his love for her and still he couldn't express his feelings in three simple words.
I wrote this love letter on his behalf to be conveyed to his object of affection although it never reached her and the person in question is still in sufferance.

Gone r the Days of my freedom
Now I m your slave -
at least in soul.
the Romeos today face stiff competition
As I m bowled over and in your complete fascination
Nothing of the sort had happened before
to me and I was happy to be sane and sure.
Your, but one glimpse has left me breathless.
Your memories take up my full night
And a great part of the day.
It isn't for your looks
that I have fallen this time,
It is something much beyond that -
Something unworldly I feel about you.

It is not physical -
this love I mean.
It has more to do with the soul.
I renounce, hence -
I am yours
But will you be mine?
I love thee
But will thou shower thy love on me?
O my goddess;
Just say yes;
Even a nod will do fine
I m ready to wait till the doomsday
But I will certainly prefer if it comes today
Your reply I mean.