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The Beautiful You


“I am a romantic poet”- I said to you, when I proudly introduced myself.
You seemed skeptical; I don’t have words; I didn’t and you knew.
I didn’t have words, it’s true; you were perfectly right as you smiled.
When I fell silent that moment, when you asked me to describe you.

I didn’t have words that moment; I was basking in awe of you.
I didn’t know your smile was that magical; I was like a frozen frond.
I didn’t know that your eyes were that mesmerizing; and I was lost,
Into your own world, where you were the queen with a magic wand.

I didn’t have words that moment; I was lost in your spells of charm.
My heart was tangled somewhere in your long, golden and silky hair.
It beat loud and clear, and it made me nervy, that it would spill all.
This silly heart was such a traitor, it left my chest for you; it’s so unfair.

I didn’t have words that moment; because you had held my hands.
Your tenderness had given me a shiver; the blood was now gushing.
Your wanting eyes, your gleaming lips and your melodious voice…
Had taken my breath away; I was a statuette in living form, blushing.

I was lost in thoughts, fighting to figure out a reason for this silence.
Your breath and its fragrance had clouded my mind with dense mist.
My soul knew not what had happened to it; a moment of destiny it felt.
It had met its partner after a thousand years; that seemed to be the gist.

I wish you could hear my heart beat; it was trying to say everything.
But my voice had deserted me that very moment; I was all into you.
It was about to say that you’re the angel from my sweetest dreams.
It wanted to say that it loves you; the happy me and the beautiful you.

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That Forlorn Smile


It was a gloomy morn, instilling inertia into my somnolent body.
Driven by the obligation of job, responsibility and its endless travail,
I hurriedly reached my workplace, with fast-shrinking enthusiasm,
As I stepped into the entrance, there was rush and flux of priority.

Regular greetings from the reception, and the sight of wide smiles,
It was a different world altogether, unaware of the cheerless sky.
I looked at my watch, and as always, I discovered myself to be late,
And I increased my pace, refueled my drowsy legs, I took my stride.

Then came a sudden pause, a sudden flash of glittering light…
Time now ticked leisurely, as I raised my eyes at the incandescence…
It was her, walking slowly; her eyes hiding behind the shy eye-lids.
Her silky hair somehow flew behind, against some incognito winds.

She looked like a forgotten angel, with glowing fairness and glossy lips.
Everything else zoomed out of my vision, it was only her somehow.
My eyes just stuck on her pretty face, my hurried footsteps had frozen.
It was like she had ceased the flow of time, it ticked microseconds now.

She lifted her face; swayed back her long locks behind to the other side.
She was now looking into my eyes; her eyelids could no more hide ‘em.
They were once white and brown, now seemed moist and only scarlet.
She removed a stranded hair from her lips; her eyes still looking into mine.

I couldn’t even blink, as if I was a surprised-eyed framed portray.
Her eyelashes flashed in between, her beauty glistening all the while.
I wanted to greet her, say her a few words, gathering a bit of courage.
But I couldn’t utter a sole word; she just passed by with a forlorn smile.

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© , 2015

At the end of the tunnel


Into the darkness I treaded, pitch dark, filthy and stone cold.
I knew not how I ended up there- it had no beginning and no end.
I knew not if my shadow followed me or had deserted me.
I just walked agonizingly slow, a bit scared and full of incredulity.

I felt myself shabby- my body wrapped in rags and full of dirt…
My face full of blood and sweat, my fingers with long end nails.
I wondered if it was a dream; I punched myself to wake up.
It hurt and so did the reality- as I kept my feet moving frontward.

There was a scary quietude and only my footsteps kept echoing…
I paused for a moment and tried to listen for one sole voice…
But there was just stillness- like in the gated grave yards…
I shouted out loud and its echo spread and faded into silence…

There was no back and there was not front- I just strolled…
Into further slumping darkness… into magnified hopelessness…
I trudged till my feet bled- hitting my head and kicking the walls…
I pleaded for an end… for a ray of hope or a hand of guidance…

I cried for my love… I begged for forgiveness for my sins…
I made a thousand promises and yelled a thousand curses…
My bloody and sweaty face now had tears of penitence…
As I walked like a sinner, and cried endlessly like an orphan…

Now I started praying for my love, and for her happiness.
I started forgiving one and all for the wrongdoings and selfishness…
I said a thousand sorries to one and all whom I had hurt…
For once in my life I killed my ego and heard the sound of silence…

But I hadn’t stopped yet; my legs had somehow gained vigor…
I now walked a free man in a godforsaken pitch black tunnel…
I had an enigmatic smile on my parched lips and a glitter in my eyes…
I now see an end to the tunnel – my love waiting, basking in love-light.

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© , 2015

Fade into Oblivion


As I turn the pages of the story of my life, in pensive silence…
I contemplate, and think about other countless stories.
They came into this world, struggled through their times…
They too had tales- untold and unread pages of anonymity.

They were people from varied era, but they were free souls…
They were trapped in the chains of life and its unending melee…
They fought hard; they tried to live- tried to earn their place…
They loved, they thrived, and they pushed hard with little glee…

The kings, the soldiers, the slaves, the farmers, the sages of all ages…
Whatever they did in their lives was difficile, but a beautiful story.
Not everyone is remembered; they were not heralded royalty.
Still they wrote their chapters, mostly painful pages and some happy.

I now think of my story, the pages I turn as I move on.
I look back and pause, at the pathways that I treaded on.
Some were moments of bliss, some painful time-ticks.
I think of people who came into my life and those who’re gone.

They made my story lively, they made my story beautiful.
A lot came with blessings and a lot made my tale painful.
But I thank everyone, because I was in their story like a trivium.
Like those untold tales, my story too, someday, will fade into oblivion.

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© , 2015

She is Daddy’s Girl


She has tears in her eyes, lying on her bed in the night…
She misses the strong hug from the first love of her life…
She is a just a child, who needs endless love and nurture…
The care, the feel of protection that only her dad could provide…

She has her hands folded, pleading to the Almighty…
“Why did you take him away from me?” – She cried…
With no answer she wept… With no answer she slept…
He was watching her from the heavens- a painful sight…

He wanted her to be safe… wanted her to be daunting strong…
He wanted her to take care… wanted her to survive and fight…
Fight through the obstacles of life… protect her worried mom…
But she is just a child, who needs a lot of love… a hug so tight.

She wakes up the next day… just like any other day…
She promises herself to be strong… to be brave in life…
She goes out into the world to work hard and stay ahead…
She feels insecure inside but she wears her fearless smile…

No one knows her pain, no one can see her heart’s void…
He watches her from the heavens, her eyes’ with a pearl…
He watches this lionheart, her courageous indomitable spirit…
He is in peace as he knows… this little braveheart is daddy’s girl…

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© , 2015