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..

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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………..