Jan 13, 2013 | Creative Writing
I want to write a poem of love
love two people can feel for no reason
love that awaits conclusion unaware
unaware of bounties of youth
oblivious of fire it needs to fill it’s belly with
I want to write a poem of love
that fails to reach it’s optimum at the altar
love that catches fancy of glamours of world
love that glitters and fades
rises and fails at the behest of lust
I want to write the poem of love
love that enthrals charms of youth
love that thrives the thrills of words
spoken and unspoken
love that shouts at hilltops
love that sheds tears of sorrow and joy
love consummated and forsaken
I want to write a poem of love .
Dec 15, 2012 | Creative Writing
This compulsion to talk to you
the flowers that rise from the pit of my stomach
words that arise and take shape inside my heart
events that make us stand still and take stock
the showers that fall from skies turn into icicles
it’s our souls that get drenched.
the dry land that atones failure of untouched valour
will it bless if my world call out your name?
or the blessed has been sleeping all this while
in their safe cocoons
unheard of turmoil that fall upon each of us
irrespective of our own selfish sorrows
or it touches the joys that befell on us
the day we called out our names…
Nov 13, 2012 | Creative Writing
While I touched my fingers I found you
feeling my heartbeats with your lips
we emerged from the bottom of our togetherness
we were bound in myriad of emotions
that rose from the pit of my stomach
with the butterflies I ate while we slept spooned
our skins static yet each molecule vibrating
within boundaries and beyond
catching on to fringes that didn’t resonate
our torsos stayed in tune till we fell down laughing
that continued within our frames trapped like our souls
the laughs that echoed through my space
as I lay awake through these sleepless nights
my back aching along the softness of this mattress
my eyes search the night to find our arms intertwined
our shoulders shaking through our shared pleasure
and we end up being bodies through and through
one more time we realize we are just the tools
tools devised by our souls
to search each other in this wide wide world…
Oct 30, 2012 | Creative Writing
The day passes by
oblivious of me
oblivious of what
this heartache is..
unaware of turmoil
set deep at it’s belly
oblivious of churns
each thought causes…
the day passes by
caught in it’s own web
seconds.. minutes.. hours..
oblivious of comfort
it could send across…
the day passes by
to embrace evening
darkened by unconcern
of lonely hours…
Oct 14, 2012 | Creative Writing
the baritone fills my ears
walks down the throat
sits as it walks down
deep down here
in my heart
that longs to hear
another lore created out of half slept nights
I wait to listen the baritone
one more time
words that never leave lips
whisper on their own
bow to God residing in thee
and wish a blessed life
sweep off the feet
to realms visited afore
to realms afloat in future
to realms here at this moment…
Oct 6, 2012 | Creative Writing
there is no emotion as deep as love and there is no mystery as deep as life… :-))
