Eclipse

He lay there on my lap,
And turned a bit to catch the sun.
The RayBan propped on his head,
turned shades of blue and some red.

Eyes closed, he asked if I could say,
If the moon missed the sight of day.

I thought a while and said maybe not,
For she sees it all in another slot.
But when I think about it more,
I wonder how I can be sure.

So He said:

Its not the sights that she will miss,
Its the bright face,that is his.
Never stopping in their tracks,
No time to sit and relax.
Never has he sneaked a kiss,
Or come closer, than an eclipse.

I sat there frozen in my place,
A shocked glare on my face.

Those word, just couldn’t be his,
What’s happened,what had I missed?

This was not a man I knew,
My stare clearly asked,
“Who are you?”

He tossed his hair and threw a wink,
As his dreamy words began to sink.

The moon quickly kissed her sun,
Before he ducked to make a run.
I chased him down to the car,
My sun, my moon, my life, my star.

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Lullaby

Every night as I unwind,

& try ways to clear my mind,

my thoughts keep racing back to you,

& I wonder if you think them too.

 

I wonder when you lie in bed

do you think of something I once said?

Does a little prank that I did play,

make you smile in the middle of your day?

 

Do your eyes search, of their free will,

every crowd for signs of my lean build?

Does your heart jump and skip a beat,

every time your cell phone rings or tweets?

 

I wonder when you dress each day,

do you ever wish I’d cross your way?

 

The questions don’t cease to flow,

till into dreams they slowly go,

but your mind I’d surely love to know,

Coz you’re in me, from head to toe.

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Dedication: To my everything, :*

Wishful Murder

If words could be murdered

and I could watch them die

I’d shoot ‘never’ right now

and later stab ‘goodbye’.

 

I’d burn ‘misunderstanding’

and toss into the flames

a list of all her doings

and all the victims claimed

 

I’d bury ‘regret’ alive

and dig one for friend ‘fear’

They’d like to be together

after living  all these years

 

‘Helpless’ would be tortured

most brutally of all

‘doubt’ would be hanged

or free to take a fall

 

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He is

He’s the one who makes my morning

the one who makes my night

the one who keeps me twirling

in dreams between night & light

 

He’s the summer in my winters

The hue in autumn leaves

The joy in grey rain clouds

The spring that never leaves

 

He’s the rhythm in every music

the thought in every song

the ache in every word

& my prayer all day long.

 

He’s the pain in every teardrop

The pride in every feat

the sparkle in the dewdrops

And the reason my heart beats.

 

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Existence

When living becomes an obligation
Without wishes or imagination
Give in to the world and its wants
Let someone gain from the taunts.

A mask I wear to hide the truth
Revealing it will bear no fruit
A lie to live for years on end
Hope for a miracle
that God will send

The dreams will die
life will evolve
To keep on breathing,
I need resolve

Memories I keep safe and treasured
Beyond any reach or distance measured
Silently it nourishes the soul
Not just one- but two I’m told.

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Women

I sat in the lobby

It’s a big day

wonder what’s happened

what’s the delay?

 

The staff have no answers

no news of traffic or storms

I keep checking my cellphone

hoping nothing’s wrong

 

I type him an email, and try making a call

It all seems so useless, If he hasn’t landed at all

 

Finally after hours of sweating it out

There’s comes my baby, all tired and worn out

 

I stand by his side, wondering if he’s okay

he confides there’s more trouble, coming our way

 

The rest of the talking, happens up in our room

as the staff swarm around us, with clattering of spoons

 

He’s stressed, tired and full of fatigue

I order a salad and a good lemon tea

 

He says he’s happy to be by my side

after delayed flights and a very bumpy ride

 

I sit there smiling, my head on his lap

there’s no better place, for a quick nap

 

women need little,just a word or a praise

and if that’s too strenuous,a very gentle gaze.

 

They’ll be glad and merry all day long,

so why don’t they do it,it doesn’t cost them a song!

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Inspiration: A result of being subjected to a sister’s hour long banter 😛

 

A Prayer & Blessing

As the sun climbs tomorrow

We’d have done another year

reached a new milestone

three years of love and cheer

 

As I step out of the picture

And look at us today

I can see past all the stricture

that we’ve come a long way

 

Love has kept us going

through the thick and thin of times

Love has also been growing

As our lives reach its primes

 

To mark this occasion

let’s gift ourselves a treat

where we cuddle with our puppies

and laugh at silly tweets

 

Let me take a minute to tell you

The blessing that you are

To my life and our future

That nothing can ever par.

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Dedication: To a down to earth and simple couple, my dearest Mr&Mrs.Sharma. Happy Anniversary. Love you lots. :*
This is written from your perspective Archie, so hope I managed to capture the emotion at least by a drop. May you both always stay enveloped in your little cocoon of love. Touchwood.

Silenced Hearts

He meant to say ‘I love you’ ,

But keeps it to ‘goodnight’,

His eyes say all he needs to,

His lips sealed up tight.

 

He looks at me tear filled,

Hoping I would understand.

His choices are not easy,

He has to take this stand.

 

In his eyes I see the planet,

In his smile shines the sun.

His fingers in cafune,

Through a meadow full of fun.

 

His touch makes me tingle,

His gaze makes me hurl.

Like a little girl in slumber,

Into his arms I curl.

 

His heart lies in my chambers,

But his feet have to walk away,

He stops and smiles one last time,

As we smother the yearns today.

 

Without him by my bedside,

The sheets feel too cold.

Is this how it will be,

Even when we grow old?

 

Life has taught us this much,

Doesn’t matter if we live apart.

What matters most is truly,

The twining of our hearts.

 

We barely get a minute,

As days and weeks go by.

We cherish the words unspoken,

Somewhere eye to eye.

 

If life is ever kinder,

We hope and pray each day,

For a day when our laughter,

Forms our little lullaby.

 

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When time stood still

He stood on the sidewalk in his spotless white t-shirt and faded blue jeans. Head bend over his iPhone, he was texting me.
“Turn around”, I text him…he did, and his searching eyes found me. As I flitted towards him, negotiating my way through the small crowd , a bright radiant smile spread wide across his face. His eyes sparkled and he shrugged at me. I couldn’t contain my joy. I smiled and shrugged back.A hundred butterflies fluttered inside of me.
In that moment, I found myself. I knew this was exactly where I needed to be, precisely where I belonged.

He watched my every step. I felt safe,warm and at home, as he still held me in his gentle gaze.

I closed the distance between us. He looked down at me; his eyes all warm and friendly. This meant a lot to him ; his eyes said it well. I was glad too..that moment..those eyes…priceless! That was the beginning of a very long walk and a very deep friendship. A walk I cherish and celebrate every single day. A memory etched into the brain, every detail forever preserved; thanks to the intensity of the moment. What wouldn’t I give to be there again !? Nothing. 😉

Some relationships cannot be defined. They don’t need it. It subtly exists in the eyes and pulses deep within the heart. Defying boundaries, they travel.

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Men of a Time

What is it that makes one man different from another?
What is it that makes one man different from the rest of his world?
What is it that makes a man the greatest of his time?
It’s not in every day and every age that such men exist. But once upon a time, such a man did exist.

A man who on a single statement made by a queen, who he knew not, was his mother; gave up his crown.
A man who gave himself to an ordinary girl, simply on her request.
A man who offered lifetime servitude and friendship to a prince, simply because he gifted him respect.
A man who fought for his right, despite all adversities that came his way .
A man who stood for goodness, even though bound by evil.
A man who loved with purity and sincerity, even when he was slave to hatred and betrayal.
A man who had no lust or greed for power or position, despite having it all.
Such a man did walk the earth.He was the sun God’s son, Karna.

They say that excellence sets a standard. If that be true, then where are such men today?
Though it would be imprudent to compare 2 different worlds, I’m forced to equate people of the same kind. Men. Do the men around us, deserve to be called such? Or was it just a literary term that fell upon us and is used with little thought? Wouldn’t it be unfair and insulting to the great men who once lived?

Is hoping that such men still exist, the yearning of a naive heart? I hope not. Time will tell I guess; and until then, I’ll just have to wait and hope.

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