Random Thoughts

Another wonderful day just rolled by but the reminiscence of the one I share my union with, remained nudging me over n over.

How is it with this whole spectrum of feelings in my head, I still find time to breathe. Maybe, she prays for my life or maybe my heart is determined to fill the silence between my heart beats with hers. How will that sound, so singular, be: a tap, a jingle or a melody?

And so, in the never-ending hours of night when moon counts longing eyes,  I asked my stars of our union. They spoke:
Oh! Sleepless one, forget not the fortune to burn for the twinkle of those brown eyes. For remember how generously they had bathed you;
how they flung open your pores to the gates to heaven.
And how those countless drops of love while flowing through your body, reminded you of a rain on a forbidden desert.
Listen yet not to Sanity, for your lips are not misguided to wait for that wine, fermented in the cup of the immortal rose leaves.
For when she pours that elixir on you, only then can you live, even in the stillness between your heart-beats.

… A little too personal to be blogging this, no?

Poems how immature they might be, they can be felt…

I used to write poems …Now none of them are left with me or if they are still alive they might be on some friable piece of paper..So last week when i was wandering to write about a close, respectable, adorable person..I penned down these untitled, incomplete poem during my flight from Delhi to Bangalore…The untitled (first poem) is dedicated to DANG..

Untitled

The twinkle of her eye,

Fades all stars of the sky;

Sea surely knows the depth of her eyes,

Would he otherwise care to be deeper and force clouds cry;

Enchanting is when she graces her smile,

I feel winged and around her I fly;

Rainbow shadows her just to beautify,

In her world I am willed to die;

I do wander if she is the creation of thy,

belief is the reason for the unbeliever I;

If ever is her sight, it is MY,

Will death kill me, you wish I try;

to be continued…in emotions, it is where words die out..

 

Then i wrote another one for my love , while i was sitting in Bangalore airport with my colleague komal. I wrote this thinking about the girl I self proclaim i am in love with, though it could be Adoration , infatuation, attraction, decision,A foolish, unreasoning, or extravagant passion or attraction, or may be i am illusion-ed or hallucinating but whatever it is it has made my life beautiful. She is a actually every Women’s envy and every men’s dream. UnFARTunately i am man. I am sure of never telling her as i am coward enough to hide it from her and adamant enough to always love her and sensible enough to always figure out a way to be beside her…I wish we never had past and destiny’s. She is an amazing girl, one with whom life would be shortest(as i won’t be able to make a difference between reality and dreaming), the only girl with whom i would never feel incomplete, Worth a life long persuation, a girl with all that i don’t deserve, a girl more pleasant then spring, an angel i always want to dream of with my face on my palm….

Leaving behind..

And i am sad again,

Sitting surrounded by the happiness i can gain,

How easily destiny make life go haywire,

Introspective me, not the world is bizzare;

Colors, life, Words… once they were My,

Everything i gave, undeserved was only ‘I’ .

Never again, I want myself to Feel,

Why do i forget life is but a wheel;

Without a past, newborn, beside her I lie,

I wish, i could again be ‘I’..

Am i asking much, Thy………..