Monday, December 6, 2010

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'


Storm or calm, 
Rain or shine, 
The show must go on, 
There's no time to whine....

Sunday, December 5, 2010

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'

I wanted to learn your name,
And ways several I found,
To know, write and learn byheart the same,
I wanted to know you better,
And stole moments several,
To hear from him and share the same,
I wanted to know how good you are,
And instances several came along,
When my fears several were proved wrong,
I wanted to listen, whether your heart beats for me,
Whether in your mind there is a lover, a dream girl called me,
Or in words simple, whether you love me,
I didn’t get an answer,
In careful words chosen,
And strung together in poetry beautiful,
Or in the lyrics of a song soulful,
Or in words of acceptance simple,
All I got was silence seemingly infinite,
And a restless wait still and endless,
As much I tried understanding your words,
Now I try interpreting your silence,
Keeping fingers crossed,
For an answer favourable.... 

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'

In lonely times of despair,
When at my fate would I oft sigh,
A whiff of fresh air,
Would oft lift my spirits high,
In times of mirth,
When my heart is with joyous moments abound,
The wind makes me feel proud of my birth,
When flowers spread their fragrance around,
Like the mountains when I stand tall,
The wanton wind envelopes me with a hug,
And I feel like a protected doll,
Like the sands on the deserts when I lie down,
A draught blows upon me silently,
Its tranquil song,
With vigour and vitality when I flow like the perennial stream,
A breeze creates ripples of passion in me,
And stirs me like a dream,
When anger shows upon me like fire,
The zephyr like a peacemaker cools me down with care,
In ways more than one, he also feels like the wind,
In passion he is like the storm that brings peace and no harm,
In care and concern he is like the breeze,
Who inspires me to take life with ease,
All the air I breathe is because of him,
Whose presence around me I feel all the time,
I know that he exists,
But know not why I cannot see him,
Whom I feel near me all the time....

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'

Barren plains are moist and fragrant with the first drops of rain,
And a wilted flower wants to bloom once again,
What fragrance fresh or an urge to live provokes me,
To call on him once again,
And to walk that extra mile,
Grab him with my hands soft and grip him tight once again,
Far into the ocean of love have I come,
Far, far away from the wanton procrastinating waves,
And into the calm of the deep waters of the ocean,
On a golden cruise laden with sweetest dreams,
In him, my lover and sailor, I rest, my love, trust and peace,
I know, for sure, that this time, I will never let go of him again....