Friday, 6 January 2012
I Love You
Saturday, 19 November 2011
As we grow older in love
I realise how much you love me,
and then I realise how much I love you too. [As we grow older in love]
Sometimes I feel scared,
but whenever I do, I see your face in my heart....
[As we grow older in love].
Sometimes I feel like backing out,
but whenever I do, I can hear your words of love in my ears...
[As we grow older in love].
I know you shall never leave me,
and trust me, never will I
[As we grow older in love].
I prefer to walk alone,
but when you're with me, I feel as comfortable as I could with me
[As we grow older in love].
I prefer dark chocolate and strong coffee,
but when you're drinking tea I like it as amicably
[As we grow older in love].
I promise you my self,
I promise never to let you down.
Thank you for being in my life
[As we grow older in love].
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Don't love me so
Like your love shining in my eyes.
The wind caressed the shadows
Like your breath upon my neck.
The little kitten purred incessantly
Like your whispers in my ears.
Nature seems to plotting with you against me.
Don't love me so!
Saturday, 29 October 2011
This night I want to be in your arms
Oh dear, don't say no.
This night, let my head find a rest
On your warm, heaving chest.
I would die in your arms, O love,
But for the songs I still hope to sing with you;
I would walk to the last road on Earth holding your hands,
But for the paths I could still traverse with you.
There's nothing so assuring
As the grip of your palm,
And nothing more endearing
Than a warm squeeze of your fingers.
Let me sleep in the hug of your arms,
Let me dream once more of your kiss,
Let me find my rebirth;
Let me find my home.
Sunday, 21 August 2011
Two Reality Bytes
Wake Up.
Wake Up.
Wake Up.
Do not snooze the alarms.
It's alarming.
Wake Up.
The call is Intense.
You cannot ignore it anymore.
No. You should not.
Wake Up.
The bells are tolling.
You will be next
To be eaten by the demon of laze.
Before it is too late.
Love songs.
Sugar.
Pepper.
Chocolate candies.
Pink ribbons.
Jalapenos.
The world is too sweet.
Let us pour chilli sauce
On your cake,
Darling.
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Poems on a sleepless night
I.
The world is a big mistake.
God, you should not have trusted men so much.
Men, yes, men.
Because you made them first.
In your likeness, they say.
Are you serious, Lord?
Men are like you?
Then what are women like?
Your ribs?
Come on God, be serious.
What religion teaches us much such a joke.
II.
Every bit of the world’s oceans takes its place in me,
When my love for you starts flowing.
All their depths come together
As my love for you takes shape,
And rises into an eternal,
Immeasurable vessel
Where I store your being, your soul and your love.
My love,
How can I ever explain how much
and why I love you?
Like the earth that is cooled with a pour from the clouds,
My heart finds solace in you.
Like the tree that rejoices in the rains,
My body becomes alive with your touch.
Like alcohol that soothes the nerves,
Your words calm my troubled mind.
What else can I want from you, my love?
Hold my hands for ever,
And let my being find shelter in you.
Love me as I love you, my love.
Let me make you the happiest man alive.
III.
Did I say why I love you?
I think I know why.
Because I find my being in your eyes.
My heart in your throbs.
My thoughts in your mind.
My life in your breaths.
Should I say that again?
IV.
Every night I dream of the snake
That hisses but never bite.
One night, I woke from that nightmare,
Only to find that snake on the bed next to me.
When did you transmogrify, my dear?
V.
They say,
“A lot of water has flown under the bridge since we last met.”
I think,
“Why, because the bridge was stationary.”
What is better?
To be the bridge
Or the river?
I prefer the river,
But then,
Who wants to know my choices?
Every human must go on living
as decreed by his social circumstances.
If I say the society kills your life,
Dogs of the society bare their fangs at me.
I live like the bridge,
wanting to be the river,
and all the water keeps on flowing under the bridge.