Monday, October 21, 2013
Your lips, your smile.
The way you rest
peacefully on my chest
Your laughter, you giggle
Held my hand tight
When our son was born.
The king of the cross roads,
Take my worthless soul
All i want is this poem
To be true, to hold her safe
Safer than the treats in my eyes.
Friday, March 1, 2013
And someday, I hope,
She will look back 'n
Realize that, for her,
I was the one ... but still ..
Now me, a stranger to her,
My mask smiling at her
And she would smile back,
Unable to see the real tears.
And I will just stay still,
Smiling.. till she just vanish.
P.S: This is the second part of 'She', as per the request of a friend. TY for your love.
For the first part, click here.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Not a day has gone by
The pain, her love - the sweet pain I loved,
Before I'm burned out away, I just
Wanna see all her wishes come true.
Hope she smiles.
And I'll, then, only then, I can.
This poem is incomplete
Just like my life without her.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
His life went off the track into madness when he aimed big, so big that he never could have dreamt of. Reaching for the stars, he now remembered how he forgot his old, illiterate parents, who gave their life's sweat for their son and how easily, in a small sentence, he cut off his teenage lover off his back, when he felt that she was weighing him down and without a speck of guilt in his conscience, married a rich girl.
His life went on smooth, and was as he planned till he found his business partner cheated him out of his rightful share and he now, enraged and frustrated, starts his Ducati to go discuss the situation with his attorney, his loving wife. Reaching home, finding his wife on knees in front of his partner, naked, in their kitchen, his hands calmly slit both their throats with a swing of the 9" steel kitchen knife. Then slowly he went to living room, put three ices into his scotch and sipped it. He drank till evening and now fully drunk, he started his Ducati for the ride of his life. As he collide his bike onto an incoming truck, he prayed for the first time in a decade or so.
The newspapers printed the sad story of a young entrepreneur, his unfaithful wife and the little stunt of his. People read it with a smirk on their face, laughed at him and in a few days, forgot the incident. But very few ever noticed that months later he opened his eyes, in an ICU of the state hospital and realised that he had not quite yet paid off his debts, and fate left back his half-dead body and the pale khaki colour of the police officer's uniform through the glass door.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
opening my eyes, me a happy man and
My hands, still dreaming, searches for her
Vacant, her side of our bed, cold
And me, coming back to my senses
closes my eyes, a sweet sense of loss.
Still feels like yesterday, there she was
Soft warm body and her playful smile
Warms me inside-out while her sweet lips
fills me with love and onto her, I held tight.
Never in my life, I had something so real
And I'll cherish her love, till my last breath. But
Now her laughs 'n warm hugs, I really do miss
And as I remember, when I held her in my arms,
Close to my heart, my eyes closed
I felt myself for what I am
And her warm breath and the feeble heart.
I know, none of these verses, that I,
here do scribble could do her right
She was to me .... (No! She is to me),
Someone I never can just write.
Every breath I take, it doesn't feel right
Without her dreams, my life, I do hate
Hope some day, I'll break away from this cage
Meet her and make love to her
For now, I do lack courage.