Sunday, December 15, 2013

Poetry, beauty, romance, love.

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. 
-Dead Poets society.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

"Mister, Do you know what love is?"


















I saw eyes sparkling with the drowning sun
And face as calm as a white dove
She asked me a question,
"Mister, do you know where can i see love?".

"My moments of peace broken”
That is what i initially thought
I looked down to regain my peace
But her aura, peace is what her mesmerizing aura brought.

Her eyes still staring at my empty face
Slowly coming close ,with the fading light
She asked me a question again,
"Mister, Do you know what does love sound like?"

I have heard a lot of voices.
Now i won't be lying,
But her voice tasted sweetest to the ears.
Behind her i could see the day dying.

It was a clear sky but i saw a drop falling
On the marble floor and i looked above
Tears rolling down her face, she asked me a question yet again,
“Mister, do you know where can i find love?”

Amidst all the hate, life gives us love
Life gives us love to embrace.
I wondered as i observed a star
Twinkling beside her crying yet beautiful face.

I stood up, for it was time i must go
She searched my face for an answer
Yet losing all her hope, she leaned on me crying.
Asking me a question faintly
"Mister, do you know what love is?"
I stood in front of her,
"You ask me about love,
Use my eyes as a mirror
And you will find where love is
Use my ears and hear what i hear now
And you will hear what it sounds like.
And love, for me
It has always been you."

Wiping tears gently off her face,
I took a step back.
I could tell , from the look of her face,
She still did not realize who i was.
But did it matter
For my job was done
And i again started walking on the lane,
Taking along all her pain.


The day long gone.

















The day with beautiful flowers
And sun flooding the street with bright light.
Breeze as swift as a crystal clear river
The day with autumn leaves
Slowly coming down on the grey road
The day i walk on those leaves
Wearing black shoes and black suit
The day before it rained
And i could still smell the wet sand
The day everyone looked happy
I saw smiles on everyone's face
But as i passed by a black glass
I saw an exception

I walked with the breeze
As if it also wanted to lead me in your direction
Only to check if it wasn't a dream,
I pinched myself beside the red tree
Where i lay standing only by me
If it was a dream then let me be free
Yet as far as i can see, i still stood beside the red tree
Standing only by me

Of all the faces on that day,
Of all the seasons on that bright autumn day
I stood across your home,
Maybe i did always know you
Maybe i did  see you
Maybe i did see you in my dreams
Drenched in sun's yellow beams
I saw a face,
I saw a face of a girl
I saw a face compared to none ,
The day long gone but not forgotten
Is the day i saw someone,
I knew her from my dreams
That was the day i saw you.