YOU

Like the dark clouds,

which predict the arrival of rain.

I can feel your arrival too,

with the longing and the pain.

And then suddenly comes bliss,

with the clouds having a fall.

Same as that, each and every time,

you make an unexpected call.

But now even if you don’t call,

I can feel you around me.

And I behave in my loneliness,

as if there you surround me.

About me, loneliness and my thoughts,

you may just seldom care.

Whenever you’ll need me,

recall me, I will be always there.

I am telling you this,

because, I can even now feel you.

The tapping of your feet,

the steps you take towards me,

this may happen at this moment,

O, may be or may not be.

And, then you’ll sit next to me,

I’ll tell you, all that I want to.

Believe me, its all from the heart,

each thing spontaneous, impromptu.

This way or the other, I think,

about you, every moment, everywhere.

And who in the world has time,

with reason about time to care.

I may look like a maverick,

but, I’m not really that mad.

I may not look smart enough,

but, I’m not really that bad.

The frequency, of my feelings,

that generate every second,

is genuine, like the word itself,

and frankly has no end.

The darkens clouds may shower,

in larger parts or just a few.

You think about me, or you don’t,

I’ll be just thinking about you.

Memories

So many years have passed, since then.

But seems as if its been just yesterday.

Though I remember few days vividly,

the rest are scattered and castaway.

Yet in the lonely timeless afternoons,

I ponder over, what’s gone by and past.

Everyone fades away in recap of images,

its me who remains in at last.

I go on to change the bygones,

the memories, possibly if I could.

Ah, they would not change nor move,

as if they are made from wood.

Now as they are, they remain with us,

to share with others and so on.

For what I couldn’t alter somehow,

I’ll just prefer to forget and move on.

I wouldn’t exchange those days,

with the illusions of west.

Or even with the mysteries of east,

because that’s the time, life was best.

Neither can they be traded with,

what are other worldly treasuries.

For reason that, the days are mine,

and they are my fond, lovely memories.

Is there any harm

Is there any harm,

to love someone?

And in return,

be loved by someone.

Is there any harm,

to be at leisure?

With someone in the woods,

and with our own pleasure.

Is there any harm,

to hope for the best?

Even when the morale is low,

and time is put to test.

Is there any harm,

to follow the soul?

When thinking from mind,

may not be the goal.

Something is new in my life….

Its for no one to decide,

what I am upto!

Nor about what I’ve been doing,

and nothing of going to do!

Neither the sky above,

nor the earth around.

Not a thing of silence,

nor the slightest sound.

Let the world stop its quest,

when I am at my joyous best.

Even I forbid myself

to contemplate on my plans!

Allow my soul to rest on future,

and as the time spans!

My life shapes out of my own hand,

and I smile at the castle of sand!

Something is new in my life,

about miles away from older strife.

Within my heart, I realize

a seemingly mystique boom.

But let me tell you,

its only when, love begins to bloom.

There lies a thought

There lies a thought ,

in a corner of my heart.

About a lovely girl,

who stole it apart.

The thought seems to grow,

day in and out.

Without a second look,

or a little doubt.

The thought develops further,

each night and day.

It compels my heart somehow,

to speak out and say.

Even when I write something,

or scribble a tiny dot.

About a lovely girl,

there lies a thought.

I prayed so long

I prayed so hard,

I prayed so long,

to listen to your word,

and to hear your song.

Your words last heard,

are now drifting away.

The thoughts we shared,

are now shifting away.

But, I prayed so long.

And believed in His power.

Like a hopeless peasant,

waiting for a shower.

I get a wonderful feeling,

that my prayers shall be answered.

Transforming this silence,

into the resonance of your word.

Finally will come your word,

which didn't for so long.

Few words together,

will bring a love-song.

Perhaps

Once you’ll see through my heart,

perhaps we’ll never be apart.

One day you’ll be hand-in-hand,

perhaps we’ll share and understand.

With the dew-fall in sight,

perhaps we’ll meet in the moon-light.

Or on the leaf we’ll find no dew,

perhaps it all depends on you.

Now as I have again found you,

perhaps my dreams will come true.

Stronger than ever will be our ties,

perhaps you’ll just live in my eyes.

Like the twinkling stars you’ll shine,

perhaps you’ll never be mine.

From me, you’ll be far away,

perhaps I’ll never live for that day.

May be I’ll recall you for  years,

perhaps it will bring in some tears.

Or my eyes will always be dry,

perhaps each single day I’ll cry.