Buried Alive For You!!

Don't search for me,
don't look around,
don't bother calling my name,
I won't be found...
For gone I am now,
and gone are the days,
when I'd sparkle your dark sky,
in my subtle moony ways...

But the light was dim;
it was almost gentle grey....
It couldn't vanquish the dark,
as it came from so far way....

Now a new morn has begun,
the horizon has brought a new sun along...
A new light is shimmering;
sounding is a merry new day song....

With the sky in its deserving glow,
it was time for the moon to go,
for it has lost its visibility now,
neither is it needed anymore....

Don't search for me,
don't look around,
don't bother calling my name,
I won't be found...
Don't cry for my pain,
I can live with it, I'll survive...
I am not dead, believe me,
I've just buried myself alive…

I've even hid my grave,
for you might dig out for me…
But exposed if I am to the sun,
set on fire I might soon be....

I am not afraid of sustaining burns,
what scares me is the thought of burning sky…
Let me sleep till the wake of night,
don't ask me where, don't ask me why...

I'll be out on my own,
when you'll need to call on me,
when darkness falls again,
which I wish never happens to be...

Don't search for me,
don't look around,
please don't call my name,
I don't want to be found...
Please don't make it any harder,
it’s already hard enough for me...
My soul aches for the pain I bring to you,
but it’s the least painful way I can see...

My heart will always beat for you,
for giving me the strength to shine...
I'll be yours forever to claim;
though I know you may never be mine...

Slept in my coffin I lie,
dreaming of a beautiful life for you...
Leave me to my wonderland,
while you keep my dream alive and true!!

What is LOVE?

A heart in mind....

A word in hand....

I write this poem....

In all errands....

A feeling so true....

 Like flowers and its bloom....

If this was Love....

I'd bet it was you....

The purity of a heart....

The beauty of a rose....

The dream of a soul....

Is what makes a thing called 'Love'....?

As I walk along the night....

And I see the stars so bright....

I wish I had you in sight....

And we would fly like a kite....

I know now what Love is....

It is you....

It is me....

It is the purity of our souls....

And the Love that is it....

Feelings are very difficult to be defined

Feelings are very difficult to be defined,
But when about you, they can hardly be confined,
Looking at this day when you were born,
God must have thought to send an angel, in human form.

While creating you, his best artist, must have had a hard time,
They have created a beauty that even the moon cannot outshine,
Imagining thousands of flowers lying on a white snow bed,
Among those flowers, you look like the only Rose that's red.

Your face is so pretty, so innocent, I have ever seen,
He must have thought and thought, about creating his own dream,
Your lovely smile resembles waves that reach the shore....
Every wave so beautiful, that it can't be just ignored....

Each second with you are, like a lifetime for me,
One life with you is, every dream comes true,
You are the only one here, beautiful as dove....
They say its lust for you, but I say its love....

Just watching you I lose myself,
Thinking about you I lose this world....
Even the beauty of universe seems to be jaded....
When you smile, every time beauty, seems to be added....

I know I could never tell you how it feels to be me....
And neither could ever tell you, you have my heart's key...
I was, I am, I would be your lover forever,
But I just know my words would reach you never......

Me In This Heat

Every summer morning it is the same case,

I wake up because; the sun shine falls right on my face.

I try hard to sleep again,

But all my effort goes in vain.

Finally, I get up to start the day’s race,

I take a dip in cool water to find solace.

And just when I start enjoying the chill,

The warm air comes for the kill.

It gets almost impossible to walk on the street,

As I feel like fainting in this scorching heat.

Sitting at the bus stop is as of being cooked on a grill,

Trust me, I am serious and not building a mountain out of a molehill.

It feels so much better when the climate is cool and the surrounding is greener,

Ironically the same Sun that soothes me in winter, tends to burn in summer.

Oh, how wonderful it gets in the rain,

When the cool breeze blows and washes away all your strain.

I sit here and visualize that refreshing feel,

Like a magic worked and filled me with a rejuvenated zeal.

How I wish these thoughts come true to their meaning,

And little do I realize that it is nothing but day-dreaming.

True Beauty

The Beauty of innocence penetrated the darkness,

 Illuminate the entire night.

Shine of wisdom, love & Sincerity,

Making its presence,

To give us clarity.

Fearlessness, strength & sweetness are the jewels those shine,

 Making its way,

To rupture the ruthless pride.

Create a world that make you smile,

 Develop a confidence that never dies.

Sands of time

Sands so fine, I see,

Slowly slipping,

From the hands of mine.

Oh it looks so divine.

Let me keep it, it'll be mine.

I squeeze my palm tight.

And more of it flows fast.

Uncontrolled grains,

So white, soft and pure.

Dry, yet smells of the sea water,

To which it belongs.

For which its heart longs.

Again I squeeze my palm tight.

Slipping, it shined in the light.

With the greed to hold on,

Tried to stop it from flowing.

But it does not stop going.

I opened the first to see,

Not much left in my hand.

It had all gone,

Despite my efforts.

Closed palm, was not its home.

It moved on, fell to the ground

Happy to be with the same kind around.

Did I lose it?

Did it never belong to me?

Or did I have the right to stop it?

It never stopped anyway.

Now again,

I have some sand.

Gathered in my hand.

I don’t close my palm,

But observe how slowly it slipped.

There was no hurry,

And the grains were at ease.

 I knew I can only watch on,

The gracious move of it flow down.

But cannot hold on to it.

I smiled, and it was true.

We cannot hold on,

To things which are meant to move.

My palm so soft,

Most of it was gone by now.

What was it that the sand contained?

May be time, I thought,

As I let go the ones that remained.

A greivous heart, a troubled mind

A grievous heart, a troubled mind,

To the depths of loneliness I seem destined.

Until the day an angel walked by,

And through the darkness, a divine light.

The world seems now a better place,

In the harshness of life, towards better days.

A beauty such, I have never seen,

A dream come true - my wildest dream.

From the heavens she has descended,

Her destiny is surely decided.

Will I be the one whom she chooses?

He will cry forever, he who loses.

I do not know her name or who she is,

But God's masterpiece she surely is.

How do I approach her, what do I say?

Oh! I love you so, please stay.

I have never known the love of a woman,

But now I know how it is to be in love.

Heartbreak would seem like the curse of a demon,

I need divine intervention from above.

I must not lose her, for she is precious,

Winning her would make so many jealous.

But how do I do it, the question is?

From that day on I have found no peace.

What a strange feeling, a paradox of sorts,

No peace of mind, but love in my heart.

A sweet pain you love, but it hurts,

I must express my love, where do I start?

As she walks through the streets,

Her fragrance fills the air

 With the loveliest of smiles she greets,

And all I could do is staring.

To woo my lady love I must strive,

To beat the competition I must contrive.

Oh my lord gives me the strength,

For this will be a battle of great length.

For the hand of the angel, for the love of her heart,

At the earliest, I must start.

For if I lose her and she departs,

A troubled mind, a grievous heart.