Forever

I want to meet a girl
Who loves me FOREVER...
I want to meet a girl
Who leaves my NEVER...
Striving hard, to reach this aim
Planning hard, to win this game.
I have been struck, by the Cupid
Don't think I am, being Stupid
I want to meet a girl
Who loves me FOREVER...
I want to meet a girl
Who leaves my NEVER...

It is a new day, for me that has come
It's time for me, to taste some fun
Giving me her hint, is the chirping sound
Trying to find her, by roaming around.
I am roaming around, like a wild dove
To get the meaning, of true love
I want to meet a girl
Who loves me FOREVER...
I want to meet a girl
Who leaves my NEVER...

I don't know whether,
She is a stranger or a friend
But she will turn my life into,
A heaven than a wasteland
I will get her, by using chances fair
In my homeland or, at the alien's lair
It is time for me, not to be lazy
As she just drives, my heart crazy
I want to meet a girl
Who loves me FOREVER...
I want to meet a girl
Who leaves my NEVER...

If you think that, finding her is hard
I tell you my love is, precious as a crystal shard
One day I know, she will meet me
Make my heart, happy and glee
My love shall be, as warm as fur
I shall gather some, strength and propose her
I want to meet a girl
Who loves me FOREVER...
I want to meet a girl
Who leaves my NEVER...

One day I shall, be inside her arms
She shall massage my head, by her soft palms
That day you will, come to know
My love is, like a gentle flow
My love was playing hide-n-seek
I found her and now I will speak
I have met that girl
Who loves me FOREVER...
I have met that girl
Who leaves my NEVER...

Unbearable...

What kind of ailment am I having
That seems to be uncurable
Life's going on happily
Still I feel her absence unbearable.

What kind of attraction does she have
That I fall for her and feel gullible
Life's going on happily
Still I feel her absence unbearable.

When I don't have the desire to get her
Then why am I scared to lose her
Life's going on happily
Still I feel her absence unbearable.

Victory

A seven letter word that a person craves for
Full of mixture but yet so pure
Used in a battle or a war or a game
But the one who wins achieves the fame.

Victory simply means for a person to win
By combining the forces of kith and kin
Everyone gets chance to prove to be fair
On the home ground or at the alien's lair.

This little word is an eternal bliss
Requiring hitting the target and not to miss
After achievin it victors take off their shirt
Because it is the way to make the rivals feel hurt.

This is the thing I would like to gain
To do an impecceble task I shall not refrain
Even I am craving for people's applaud
And trying to become each game's lord.

Fallen Apart (Lyrics)

A mysterious curve...
Lightening up your face...
A misunderstanding...
Resulting this disgrace...

A hint of tear...
In the corner of eye...
I wonder what went wrong...
Why we had to say good-bye...

All moments wiped off...
It was easy for you...
You moved on with life...
I stood waiting for you...

(Tell me how does it feel...
Now that you know...
We have...
We have Fallen Apart...

Fall... Falling... Fallen... Apart...
We have Fallen Apart...) ---- Chorus

While playing blame games...
I blamed destiny...
But luck favoured you...
By putting blames me...

Your silence, that day...
Convicted me for life...
You were set free...
While I was doomed to strive...

Chorus

Those merry days...
Full of party and blast...
Those happy moments...
We shared in the past...

They haunt me like ghosts...
I get filled up with guilt...
Please honey, free me from this...
Make my fortunes tilt...

Tell me how you did it...
Now that you know...
We have...
We have Fallen Apart...

Fall... Falling... Fallen... Apart...
We have Fallen Apart...


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This one's a song written by me for one of my friend's play. I added it after getting positive feedbacks for this one. The plot of the play goes this way that a couple fall in love and then drift apart because of misunderstandings. The girl gets over the relationship as if nothing was cooking between them, but the guy takes it badly as he simply cant get over his love. So the guy sings this song to know how does get going in life... Now that they have FALLEN APART !!!

A Lear In Love

Often you make me wonder
What makes me think of you?
You seem to be like a commoner
But still you are one amongst the few.

An unknown aura you spread around
Makes me, almost, feel like a wisp.
I stammer, I stutter to talk to you
At a glimpse of yours, I suffer from lisp.

Like a sorceress, you cast a spell
You dent my ego by your simplicity
Enchanted by an optimistic charm
I feel bewitched by your tender beauty.

Art thou a celestial being? Or a poet's delight?
A Lear within me, creates a fuss
Are you my infatuation, O Aphrodite?
Or are you my Goddess of love, Venus?


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Some terms simplified:

Lear is a term used for a person who is obsessed with Shakespearean works.

Wisp means a relatively smaller person.

Lisp is a term for a speech defect.

Aphrodite is the Goddess of physical attraction.

Venus is the Goddess of Love.

Art thou is a Latin term commonly used by Shakespeare which means "Are You"

Haven 3.0

Thoughts seem to be messed up
And words come out confused
The ink refuses to flow on the paper
As all my feelings get abused.

Violence, deceit and a lust for power
Surrounded by other myriad vices
Pessimism hampers breaking those shackles
As I end up entangled in severe crisis.

Winning against the visible enemies
Seems easier to their venoms
But the more I fight, the more I exhaust
By fighting my veiled, inner demons.

Tired of fighting, I crave for a haven
I seek it meticulously by soul searching
I pen down this poem as a last ray of hope
To steady my boat of life from lurching.

Mythia - The Illusionist

Unseen as a shadow, on a moonless night
She glides, she cripples and zooms around
Igniting the minds with scare and fright
She leaves her victim, almost spellbound.

She attracts her prey with a threatening smile
On silent music, she dances and grooves
Making him follow her for many a mile
She seduces the target with her lusty moves.

A trap of fatal attraction is laid by the seductress
That makes him chase her with a sense of euphoria
Helplessly he's driven to despair and madness
And thus strikes a fatal illusionist called Mythia*.

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*Mythia is pronounced as Mithya. It means an illusion. I cannot explain much about the poem but its nothing less or more than a visual treat. Personally speaking, the poem can be understood by visualizing the whole poem.

Haven 2.0

A hollow futile mind
Thinking about nothing

Crying out my tears
Till eyes dry and empty

Elusive subtle relationships
Causing furrow and furor

Patchups and breakdowns
Causing hubbub and uproar

Patience getting killed
Like Alexander's death

Conquered all territories
But happiness is still left

In search of an emotional haven
I stress and strive

People call it my foolishness
I call it a struggle for life.



Synopsis:
Just a word about this poem. This is the most complex poem I have written till now. The word Haven has attracted me since quite a long time. I wouldn't be surprised if I write about the same topic again and again. This poem would either raise my bar or drop me down as a writer. But one thing is certain, I won't remain where I am currently placed as a writer.

Speaking about Haven, I had earlier written Haven 1.0 that dealt with seeking a refuge under God through conscience. (For more details, you may read the earlier poem.)

Haven 2.0 deals with seeking a refuge under the emotional satisfaction. We all work and we all do things that bugs us someday or the other day. We almost get fed up of doing repetitive things. Our mind experiences blackout, without any kind of thoughts and our brains experience emptiness. We cry from within due to our helplessness until we run short of tears.

Relationships are the most complex elements of life. They are hard to detect or define and in a process of simplifying the complex relationships we go through a narrow phase of depression and a state of commotion within ourselves. We break up, patch up with love ones and suffer nervous breakdowns in the process and this causes disturbance to our conscience.

Many people may not be knowing that Alexander the Great had the whole world conquered at his feet but he was scared of death. There is a similarity between our patience and Alexander's death. We may have conquered the materialistic pleasures in life, but inner peace and happiness is still left unconquered.

In search of inner peace, inner happiness and an emotional haven, people like me stress and strive. People seem to call it my foolishness and I call it as a struggle to live a contentful life.

Forgot!!!

You forgot that I liked you too much
I forgot that you didn't like me enough.
You forgot that I treasured you as gold
I forgot that you were being so cold.
You forgot those games we played for fun
I forgot that you toyed with my emotions.

You forgot that I found you so attractive
I forgot that you found me so obstructive.
You forgot my heart's loud racing
I forgot that you were never hearing.
You forgot that I raised you up so high
I forgot that you pushed me low and dry.

You forgot that I wanted to be with you
I forgot that I was excess baggage for you.
You forgot to remind that I was pathetic
I forgot that you took advantage of it.
You forgot that I was having hopes and dreams
I forgot that you crushed them like petty jelly beans.

Today

At last a new day has come alive
No more stress and no more strive
Hear the songs that the little birds sing
As even the autumn day looks like spring.

The happiness around has caste a spell
The blossomed flowers have spread their smell
A promising day is here to steal the fun
A new day has arrived to make everyone stunned.

Thank you God, for making yesterday a history
And making me realise that tomorrow is a mystery
Today is a gift to perform some new stunt
That is why we call today as 'present'.

My Niece's Wedding

Filled up with emotions, my heartbeats race
Joy and elation glitter on everyone's face.
My girl gets ready, dressing up as a bride
I walk holding her hand tightly by my side.

As slow as a snail, we enter the venue door
Lights and flowers are scattered all around the floor.
I walk down slowly at the aisle straight ahead
As I try to delay her from getting her wed.

With every slow step, I recollect the moments of past
She urges me, she pulls me to reach the aisle fast.
With nervousness, my tummy fills up with butterflies
Her smile leaves a print in my tearful eyes.

I give her hand to the groom and step behind
Her radiant face makes my eyes go blind.
The marriage gets over and I stand away alone
She runs towards me swiftly, I turn myself a stone.

She grabs me by surprise and gives a tight hug
She presses me harder, as I back out and shrug.
I try not to cry and excuse myself to the loo
She holds me back whispering, "I Love You, Chachu*."

I run away from her, with a fear of breaking down
Tears of happiness roll and vanish my frown.
She walks away from me, as I stand there lifeless
"Take care, Dear Daughter", I silently bless.

(P.S.: In India, a paternal uncle is fondly called as Chachu.

This may not be my best poem but this poem is closest to my heart because this one is written to the most special and the closest person in my life. I'm a bachelor right now and I don't have kids but still I understand how it feels when a daughter gets married and leaves her father's household forever. It has to happen someday and with the joy of seeing her married, comes the grief of seeing her go away to her new house. I dedicate this poem to my niece who's about to get married, for giving me an experience of fatherhood and making me more matured and more responsible when I breed my own kids. I love you, sweetheart!)

Waiting For A Miracle

This life without you is like a bubble,
One prick and its gone forever.
This life without you has been a timeless struggle,
Once failed and it will come never.

I can feel your essence in your absence,
Your memories have made me aware of your presence.
I m waiting for you to return again,
And relieve myself from my burning pain.

Just waiting for a miracle,
Trying to break all shackles.
Waiting for a miracle,
To reach this pinnacle.
Waiting for a miracle,
I know for you it is a trouble.

Your temper will not last very long,
I know that your heart is very strong.
I know that I will pass in this test,
Though to ignore me you will try your best.

Just waiting for a miracle,
Trying to break all shackles.
Waiting for a miracle,
To reach this pinnacle.
Waiting for a miracle,
I know for you it is a trouble.

Horrid Nights

Dark, horrid nights surround me like a thunder cloud.
They bellow, they lighten and threaten aloud.
Eyes tightly shut, to open I cannot dare.
I hide under my blanket, from the nightmare.

"Aah! It pricks!" I let out silent screams.
As I feel threatened, by my dreams.
Scary stuffs trespass and possess my mind.
I feel sucked in a vacuum, I feel confined.

I whine, I cry, I complain and fall flat.
I fumble and coil around like a blind bat.
But all cries and pleas, fall on deaf ears.
As I get entangled in the web of my fears.

With nobody to help and none to support.
I give up life as a ship leaving ghostly port.
Forgetting those horrid nights, I try returning to reality.
But fail to get rid of the world of insanity.

Taboo (The curse of being a girl)

(This poem has been written from the viewpoint of a girl. In this era, where people are opting for male heirs, the girl foetuses are being destroyed. This heartwrenching poem speaks the agonies of being a girl. I hope this poem can inspire people to change their attitude towards a girl child.)

A couple of decades ago
You entered the labour room
With nervousness and excitement
You felt a flower was ready to bloom.

You secretly wished and prayed
"I hope it's a baby boy."
You thought it would unlock
The doors of unseen joy.

To your horror, you became numb
When you found I was born
As I had shattered all your dreams
And all your hopes were torn.

You looked sad as I took birth
And you wished I was no more
You silently shed bitter tears
As I locked your happiness door.

You brought me up as an unwanted duty
You looked sad and bemused
I craved for your love and care
But all I got was abuse.

I pleaded to God to answer me
The reason for your bad behaviour
I bore the brunt of step-motherly treatment
With no friend, guide or saviour.

Now I realise my mistake
The crime of being a girl
I feel guilty for being a taboo
That made your happiness null.

A Tribute To Teacher

I stayed in my mother's womb
I came on earth and knew nothing
My parents taught me many lessons
But I felt I was missing something.

I roamed around in confusion
To quench my thirst for knowledge
With many questions in my mind
To ask them I had no courage.

Suddenly you came in my life
And you became my guiding light
From a not so clever child
You made me intelligent and bright.

With your help I touched success
And we became a successful team
With a caring teacher like you
I could make true any dream.

I wish I could repay those debts
For what you did to me as a preacher
In your honour I write this poem
To show your greatness, O Teacher!

Bliss!

My dearest honey, come to me tonight
Embrace me in your arms and hold me tight
Enter in my dreams, as I leave reality
Take me in your world and show me eternity.

Touch me, caress me and eliminate my fears
Together we laugh, as you drive away my tears
Be a part of mine, as I be a part of you
Let us enjoy moments and cherish a few too.

Creep towards me slowly and slide like a snake
Coil around me honey, as I put myself on stake
Hold me tight and secure, as I crave for more
Make me feel the way, I never felt before.

Shower me all your love and quench my thirst
Make me fly like a free bird, let my emotions burst
Touch your lips with mine, end up with a kiss
And turn this moment into a never ending bliss!

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Kindly do not misunderstand the meaning of this poem. The main theme behind this poem is sensual love and pure love.

Love is...

If you feel something
Let the people know that you feel
Love is like a mirror
When you love another
You become her mirror
And she becomes yours.

If you feel something
Let the people know that you feel

When you are eating, eat
When you are drinking drink
When you are playing, achieve feat
When you are lonely, just sink
When you talking to your loved one
When you are craving for some fun
Just catch the beauty of that moment.

If you feel something
Let the people know that you feel

Real love always creates
It never destroys
Live with her, now or never
Till death keeps you apart, forever.

If you feel something
Let the people know that you feel

One does not "fall" in or out of love
One "grows" in love

If you feel something
Let the people know that you feel



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Don't ask me what it is. It is my way to tell those people who are in love but don't have guts to propose. It is my way to dedicate this poem TO THE ONES WHO HAVE LOVED AND LOST...

Sometimes...

Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry
Sometimes we fail though we try
Sometimes we smile to hide our tears
Sometimes we pray to overcome our fears.
Sometimes we love, sometimes we hate
Sometimes to recognize our love we are late
Sometimes we like but we cannot express
Sometimes we are responsible for our loneliness.

Sometimes close friends are those whom we trust
Sometimes our emotions are nothing but dust
Sometimes they are true, sometimes not
Sometimes they keep trying to ditch us a lot
Sometimes others think we are trying to impress
Sometimes are impressions becomes a mess
Sometimes we get up when we fall down
Sometimes we smile but sometimes we frown.

Sometimes we wish to be happy forever
Sometimes we wish that bad days should come never
"Sometimes" is the word, in our life it stays
I wish I could convert it into "ALWAYS..."

That Night I Remember

I was alone on that eerie night
A night that represented fear and fright
There was no joy, there was no fun
To give me company there was none
So I chose to follow a path that led
Inside the room and I sat on the bed
I opened the window and gazed at a star
Which beamed at me and shone from far.

A silly wish made my mind rock
I wished it was somebody to whom I could talk
So I joined my hands and closed my eyes
To tell some things, in my mind that lies
Suddenly my senses replied back
And made me realise that stars don't talk back
So I smiled at myself for thinking too deep
I lied on the bed and went to sleep.


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Sorry friends, this poem might sound kiddish. But this is the actual feeling that comes to my mind when I feel lonely and depressed. I am sure, you too think about the same thing. The only difference between us is that your feelings go silent and flow away like tears and my feelings gather and take the form of poetic words...

Friend - A Ballad

Once a little boy, roaming here and there
With blue eyes, curly hair and the skin being fair
Went up the mountain to commit suicide
Reason being the treachery and he couldn't fight.

One step ahead and he would die
He knew that none were behind him to cry
Before he jumped, he heard a voice
Giving him life's or death's choice.

Soon a questionnaire was about to start
Where both would listen to each other by heart
It was the Angel who asked question one
"Why perish from the world full of fun?"

Boy gave the answer full of fear
His sorrow was visible by looking at his tear
He answered the angel by joining his hands
"Oh Dear Angel! I was ditched by my friends."

"My friends were my world who made me bright
But they gave me sorrows and encouraged my fright
Oh Angel! Why did you stop me from my task?"
This was the query that the little boy asked.

Cleverly, He answered the boy's questionnaire
"Ruining your life is not the thing fair
Friends are not those who leave you in sorrow
But the ones who brighten your life of tomorrow."

The little boy asked, "Where can be that person
Looks not necessary but his wits being awesome?"
Angel felt that the sorrow had been slain
As there was not present any sign of pain.

"This is what I cannot answer," the Angel replied
"As you have to find this enhancer but not by suicide."
Jumped the little boy to fulfill his quest
Knowing no direction whether east or west.

Then he got a great little friend
Who promised to be his companion till the end
And this was how his sorrows flew
When there came a friend just like YOU!

Ocean of Memories

All I do at the end of the day
Is remember the things that I do on my way
Like having the morning's tasty breakfast
And cherish it till its memories last.

All I do at the end of the day
Is remember the sweetest thing when I go away
Like my sister's valuable smiling face
As it fills up my empty heart's space.

All I do at the end of the day
Is remember the famous fights and plays
Lunch and dinner with family and friends
And enjoy those moments till the day ends.

All I do at the end of the day
Is try to be happy and make others' day
By smiling and burying all the furies
And store it in my ocean of memories.

Optimism (A Motivating Anthem)

We may or may not live tomorrow
We may have to face unseen sorrow
We mail fail inspite of umpteen times try
We may feel sad by seeing others cry.

Tomorrow has been seen by none
Afterall, life isnt only to taste fun
So why should 'tomorrow' make us think
As someday for sure our sorrows shall sink.

So let us try to break this jinx
And be as unconquered as the Sphinx
Let us battle with others criticism
And wait for tomorrow with optimism...


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This one is for all my friends on this site which include Shobhana Kumar (Ya... She will always be on top of my list... because she is the real sculptor who mould me....), Goran, Sondos, Kaylee, Natalie, Kristy, Gary Sir, Angela, Farah, Stormy,Steven Beasley Sir, Sunny, Cuddles... and the list goes on... (By the way, I am missing Meena's poems... I cannot forget her too for encouraging me to write good poems...)
Thank you for motivating aspiring poets like me with your poems. Now its time for me that I motivate others to live life optimistically through this poem...

Addicted

Something has surely happened to me
I am no more the way I used to be
I feel like smiling and dance with grace
When I catch a glimpse of her face.

She was hardly a girl I would fall for
Simple looks with her soul so pure
Her presence was hardly important for me
But her innocence did the trick and lured me.

Suddenly she has trespassed my heart's gate
Or am I forcing her to control my fate?
Her loss from my life is my greatest fear
Or is it love that makes me addicted to her?

What is Love ???

Love gives light as it shines like a moon
Love is known as a lover's boon
Love is life and life's nothing but love
Love is as exciting as a racing nerve.

Love is a game that gives immense fun
Love is as risky as toying with a gun.
Love is like relaxing on a rolling chair
Love requires some trust, some courage and dare.

Love can happen in a bus or a taxi
Love can make the world go tipsy-topsy
Love melts hearts that are made of stone
Love never lets a person remain alone.

Love can be cyber or through a letter
Love makes people feel better and better
Love is a hurricane and similar to a storm
Love makes the hearts get lost and gone.

Love can happen in elders or in youth
Love is immortal as it has no root
Love can be anthrax that can destroy all
Love becomes stronger no matter rise or fall.

Pari - A Fairy (For my friend, philosopher, guide)

Little do the people know
About this special fairy.
Is that some find her lovable
While others find her scary.
Her nature is cool but not her talks
As sometimes they sound unfair.
But people adore her guts and strength
To stand up and smile in despair.

Her eyes are always on the goal
And her memory is like a shark.
She is concerned about needy ones
And that is her great benchmark.
She carries out tough responsibilities
As tough and heavy as boulders.
Though she might look sometimes weak
But has strength in her shoulders.

She forgets to live for herself
By thinking about family and friends.
And she would stick to her decisions
No matter if the world ends.
She does not share her sorrows because
She cries in front of God
She believes He is the only one
Who can help her win all odds.

Though she has many good qualities
Her mood can be as bad as one can
She has got her own pros and cons
As balanced as ying-yang.
Though she is not a simpleton
But she is surely compared to a fairy.
She is called by many names but...
I wish I could call her PARI...

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Wish you a very happy Raksha Bandhan, sis....
This is the best way I can gift you something.

He Was A Bit Late

He felt he was free from pain
His soul was free and flying
Down his corpse was motionless
Around which people were crying.

He was happy to finally rest in peace
With no more burden or load
He felt it was an end of his journey
A journey on the life's road.

People were visible standing by his coffin
With an intention to carry him to the morgue
He heard some say he was a good man
While others compared him to a rogue.

He felt annoyed by their attitude
As if his soul had pricked a thorn
His ill wishers shed crocodile tears
While his loved ones simply mourned.

As his body was moved to the cemetary
He saw it being placed on wood
His kin were performing final rites
While others were in a jovial mood.

Pop! came the sound as his corpse burnt
It turned into nothing but a heap of ash
None were interested in him anymore
Waiting to party on his will and cash.

He forgot he was dead and turned to his body
Desperate to be alive, to change his fate
But now he was nothing but only a ghost
He realised maybe he was a bit late!!!

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I want to thank Shobhanaji for changing my thinking about life... Through this poem I would like to convey that death is not the answer to end sorrows, burdens and loads... you might be dead next moment but its not necessary that your soul would rest in peace...
This is my tribute to Shobhanaji's poems...

Love is Sacrifice

The highway was quiet, the road was rough
With no noise around and no chaotic stuff
The lovebirds seemed to be going from a drive
With the aroma of unselfish love still alive.

As time passed by, the distance kept on decreasing
The speed of his motorbike kept on increasing
"Slown Down," she said, with her heart thumping
Over the bridges and flyovers, they kept on jumping.

he demanded from her, to say him "I Love You"
And then he would decrease the speed by a few
"I Love You" were the words that she promptly replied
She asked him to slow down but he ignored and denied.

"Take off my helmet as it is bothering me,
wear it and tell me what do you see"
"I see nothing," she said with a frown
"Now please slow down as we're reaching the town."

Before she could realise, their motorbike crashed
She escaped from death and got a few rash
But in front of her, he was lying motionless
It seemed that his body was lying lifeless.

He was taken to the hospital but was declared dead
On hearing the sad news, her eyes got red
The reports revealed that brakes had failed first
But he sacrificed his life, in order to save hers.

this one is surely a true story of theirs
Which can be heard only in Indian lairs
It teaches about love, its laughter and cries
And an important moral that Real Love Is Sacrifice !!!



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Note: This poem has been inspired from an email recieved by me from a great friend of mine. The idea may not be original but the poem is original.

One request: If this work may not be termed as original then I don't think that Hamlet, Othello, The Inchcape Rock, The Pied Piper of Hamlin can be termed as original since even they have been inspired from great stories and converted into ballads.

Iti

It was a dark and stormy day
When his eyes first saw Iti.
Her beauty made his heart sway
As she appeared like a deity.
The chilly winds and cold rains
Had made her umbrella fly.
There were no roofs, there were no lanes,
Under which she could comfortably lie.

He tried ignoring she was getting wet
But his heart opposed his decision.
On Iti, his eyes were fixed and set
He found her in a helpless condition.
He gathered some courage and started to walk
In the diirection where Iti stood.
He opened his mouth but could not talk
As her face was hidden in hood.

With a sudden jerk he landed straight
In front of Iti's face.
He offered his umbrella but it was too late
As it too flew away in space.
They both got wet as clouds thickened
Their grip towards the weather.
Rain got stronger and Iti weakened
So he offered her his leather (jacket).

She denied it first but then accepted
The jacket that he affectionately gave.
She wore it till sun rays bisected
Through clouds and settled on pave (ground).
She returned his jacket with a smile
And then disappeared near the curve (cross lane).
He thought about her for a quite of while
And realised that he was in LOVE!!!

Just For A Bit of Change

I saw you leaving on your way, just like I always do.
Your face kept looking so fresh, just like the morning dew.
You walked and beamed at everyone, but maybe you forgot me.
I wanted to see your pretty face, but you were in a hurry to flee.
I wished that you would see me, though from a long range.
I hoped that you would talk to me, just for a bit of change.

Perhaps God heard my wish, that He made you my close friend.
We started sharing those anecdotes, that started our laughing trend.
You left an impression in my heart, though I kept denying.
Your happiness kept making my day, I felt as if I was flying.
I gave you a hint of my feelings, with a hope you too would exchange.
I wished you too reciprocated to me, just for a bit of change.

Days flew and passed into months, I felt you were a part of me.
As soon as I started thinking of you, it made me feel happy and glee.
I gathered courage to express my love, but your news changed my mind.
You said you got your Mr. Perfect, and that made me retract behind.
My heart cried hard as I lost you, but my smile remained unchanged.
I wished you would have waited for me, just for a bit of change.

Haven 1.0

Born and bred in a lonely world
I resemble a halloween ghost.
With a haven around being only null
I haunt in this mysterious coast.

I become an adult from a confused boy
I crave for a haven in which lies fame.
But I lately realise it is a ploy
That plays a dirty blame game.

As I grow old and my life loses way
I come in touch with sinners and atheists.
I seek for a haven where laymen pray
And get entangled in my karma's heist.

On my deathbed I crave for some peace
Till the end I fight against the fraud.
I seek for a haven of Salvation on lease
I look for a haven inside God!



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Meaning:
This poem is not only about me. It is about "I" i.e. you, the reader, me, he, she, each and every human being.


We are all born and brought up in this lonely world where there are many to make us fall but hardly few to help us get up. We all resemble nothing but a ghost who gets spookier as time flies. As there is no place of seeking a haven (a place where people seek refuge) we all haunt in this mysterious coast.

As we become adults from being a confused child, we always seek for attention and fame. But we do it without any knowledge whether it is good or bad. As time flies ahead again, we realise that we did wrong things to achieve fame, popularity. We realise it is our fate's ploy which plays a dirty blame game.

As we grow old, our life loses the way, the motive to live and we realise that we need to correct our mistakes. We come in touch with believers and non-believers of God and seek for a haven in a church, temple, mosque, etc. And we get tied by our karma's heist.

When we are in our deathbed, we constantly fight against the frauds which we committed earlier and try to rectify our mistakes to get some inner peace. We all seek for salvation, eternity and everything good related on lease and a place of refuge inside God.