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Silent First Love


I would walk every morning to that big and beautiful park.
Fenced by an unscalable wall of concrete and taller eucalyptus.
Inside was lush green, and overlooked a beautiful lake placid.
It was tinged glittering gold, with the morning sun smiling on it.

I would walk silently on the pathway, as the joggers pass by.
There were people both old and young, breathing freshness.
It was like an island surrounded by the ocean of urban concrete.
I would trace the same path to that desolate shaded bench of teak.

The bench was near that lake, looking onto the swans’ fleet.
But onto its side, there was a solitary bench idled by lassitude.
There sat a fair and beautiful angel, lonely, lost in her thoughts.
She would look at the lake for long in melancholy and solitude.

Every day, I would sit, trying to peep into her world of thoughts.
What would make such a beauty, so lonely and so uncherished?
Did she lose her love? Or he deserted her leaving her in torment?
Her world seemed like the sea-like lake, with no boat and no end.

I would wish to see her world through her pensive pretty eyes.
May be she waits, endlessly; for him to come back, however.
I would wish to tread back to her path where she was left all alone.
And would walk by her side forever and sit on her bench together.

Every day, I fell in love with the lonely angel, a bit more than yester.
I would try to walk up to her, but shied away for the voice from above.
I begged for the courage, but feared her going away from that bench.
She made my day filled with amour and care; she was my silent first love.

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© , 2016

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The drop of dew on the lotus leaf


A new morning was born, as the sun reddened the dull misty sky.
Darkness fading away slowly, as the star of day rises from its slumber.
Far distant place of the horizon, it was unveiling the nature’s beauty.
Orange was the morn dress of the sky as clouds bejeweled with glitter.

The birds from the nearby trees chirped with excitement and verve.
As they took off towards the rising star, with their wings silhouetted.
They formed a heart shaped garland around it, expressing their love.
This was a moment of new hopes, new beginnings, and new promises.

The sunflowers facing their lord, smiled happily basking in the shine.
With the butterflies poking them, posing playfully as flaunting fairies.
The hush of the night, the darkness of the past was fading in the glow.
The fireflies now rested on the trees, enjoying sweet cuckoo-melodies.

I wondered at the Mother Nature, how she welcomes the lambent morn.
How she comes alive, exhibiting her beauty and spreads love deep and vast.
I was amazed as she unveiled herself from the dark, with melodious hymns.
But a sadistic thought passed me, “Has she forgotten the glooms of past?”

Has she forgotten the devilry of the night, crippling her into darkness?
And the loneliness of the moon, lost in the crowd of bright celestial dots?
And the lifelessness of her creations, tired hungry and in chilling pain?
And the efforts of the tiny fireflies, trying to show us light, fighting ghosts?

And then I saw the lotus leaf, as it carefully protected a dew drop so big.
It was the symbol of her pain, loneliness of the moon, and penitence of the sin.
It was the symbol of the humility in her smile, her remembering of sad past.
Her pain was not hidden but preserved, in that drop of dew on the lotus leaf.

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© , 2015

The Heart Locker



Time will fly by and life will move on, until forever.
What we find and what we keep will always stay.
Deep inside our hearts, like an age old museum.
Like the precious words in a book from yesterday.

Your words of love and whispers right from your heart.
The moments of endless laughter; so silly and stupid.
Our confessions, night-long talks, occasional giggles.
Stay with me like poems; like a sweet song of cupid.

The moment I saw you, for the first time, and my heartbeat.
The rush of passion in my veins when you first held my hand.
The flow of shiver through my bones when we first hugged.
That tear drop hanging on your eyelash, when we first kissed.

When you came running to me and crashed onto my chest.
When you cried your heart out, hiding in my tight embrace.
When you rested your head on my shoulder, holding me close.
When we walked on the beach at the sunset, making promises.

When I lost it and you, when you left me in a fit of rage.
When in silence I repented, and in silence I missed you.
When I begged for forgiveness, and you came back with a smile.
I wanted to say sorry a thousand times, and that I love you.

I wish I could live them again, I wish I could turn back time.
These moments are precious to me; I want to hold them forever.
I wish to write our story one day someday, for you and for us.
And keep those memories and you, safe inside my heart locker.

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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