Hands clasped.
Fingers intertwined.
Head on shoulder.
You've warped time
To hold me
In this moment.
And right now,
I'm not a refugee.
My exile has ended.
I've found a home.
Hands clasped.
Fingers intertwined.
Head on shoulder.
You've warped time
To hold me
In this moment.
And right now,
I'm not a refugee.
My exile has ended.
I've found a home.
I saw her on a
Winter day.
Tying her bun,
She stood there.
How elegant!
Sight of her, sets
A throb in my heart.
The shine of
Her eyes. Gleam
On her face.
And that incisor
That pops out
When she smiles.
I'm a big fan.
A wink, a smile
Or even a smirk,
Might give me
Wings one day.
God! she knows,
Laws of buoyancy.
She makes me
Float.
I'm an
Indebted poet.
And you're my
Greatest lender.
Right?
For the words I've
Borrowed and the
Metaphoric loans
You've availed-
The stories I make
And the poems I write.
Are just the
Interest payments.
Like an incantation
Gone wrong.
I suppose you're
An accident.
Or;
Was god high
On weed; when
He made you?
I wonder,
How a flawless beauty,
Such a you.. can be
Carved by someone,
In his conscious self?
I don't know.
I'm just a mortal.
Limited by my own
Senses, instincts and
Imagination.
You just question
My sanity.
Some one has
Rained down;
On my unsung lands.
And has
Written a song.
Tuned my guitar
And has poked
Some chords.
Like the smell of
Thirsty soil after
A drizzle-
This feel has
A life. Melodious.
No more empty.
After you made me
Sleep, I woke up
In a dreamy fantasy.
Enchanting smile
Spread on the tan
Of your face.
Scintillation of
Your eyes, cutting
The gloomy shades.
Like a craze that
Questions my sanity.
Draped in the reds-
You were,
A walking elegance.
Flawless. Infinite.
You be like that.
Undefined.
Unspoken.
Indiscernible.
Riding my
Utopia.
Feast for
My thoughts.
To be special,
You don't have
To unravel
Yourself.
Just be there
To Inspire.
Like a stunning
Mystery.
Sometimes,
I wonder;
If you're the colors
Themselves....Or,
A painter,
Who has painted
This perspective
Of mine.
.....
Clouds, the rains,
Winds and
Some shades-
Inexplicable euphoria.
Went to the
Mountains
To find
Some peace.
Hit the bottom
Of the river,
In search of
A purpose.
Slept under
The night sky,
An attempt
To find myself.
And then
I found you.
The reflection
I was keen about;
The depths
I wanted to drown in;
And a place
I wanted to belong;
Your gaze
Contained it all.
A world.
A home.
It was monsoon. Again.
There was rain,
There was hope.
And in front of me,
There was you.
And there was me,
Seeing you,
Awed and confused.
Clenching my frozen heart,
Afraid and consumed.
Seems you were
A redeemer.
Hammered,
My stupefied heart to
Set the bird inside free.
Now,
There are symphonies.
A hauling storm,
Ricocheting rhymes,
And sheer harmony.
To let you sleep on the bed of
The starry dreams you deserve.
I shall conspire with the sun.
To keep the night hung forever.
To let the world know
How special you're,
I'll embellish some metaphors
With your elegance and
Surrender all of my verses for you.
And I'm ready to walk beside you,
To the end of the any tunnel;
Through any shade of darkness,
To find the luminance that
Can bind us in a forever.
On the long lonely,
Sleepless nights...
You come to
Infect me with verses.
I'm vulnerable,
You're contagious.
And like that
I'm a victim of
This epidemic
Called poetry.
You be yourself.
I'll be myself.
Let there be peace.
Let's not hurt ourselves
With our pretense.
Have your today,
Have some tomorrows.
I'll too have mine.
Then again..
If we meet somewhere,
We'll try to design,
Some beautiful yesterdays
That are forever.
You might be,
An epitome of boredom in
Someone else's story.
But in mine,
You're;
An unparalleled poetic feel.
A painting that's
Beyond the strokes of colours
And the shades of words.
Doesn't matter if,
Venus is just a planet.
When the light is out,
And gloom is set.
Like a lit up metaphor,
You're my evening star.
You're the vector for
My lonely nights.
The breeder of my
Empty thoughts.
You're a tight slap,
When I'm fast asleep.
A choking silence,
When wide awake.
On a hopefully,
Colorful evening;
You're the cloudy intrusion,
That ruined the elegance.
Upon your cue,
On the way down.
My words quiver
To fall into right places.
I'm just the means.
You're the poetry.
These broken lines are,
Just the Interpretations,
And the misinterpretations,
Of the unfathomable
Mystery you're.
The the day is warm,
My feelings are ripe.
I'm high on her,
I know she's my type.
A reader's ocean.
A writer's mountain.
She's the reds
With bluish hues.
A tickle that has left in me;
A rainbow due.
A little me,
Is still hooked to her.
Swings whenever it rains.
Yeah!!
She's a strong hinge.
Out there,
Still lingering on the,
Tip of my pen.
A poem I couldn't complete,
A song I couldn't sing.
A forever feel, I couldn't let go.