Her Footsteps In my Heart

Building castles with memories of her

where she used to live in my heart,

but no matter what I do

what I try, it always falls apart.

Beloved

What water is to fish,

She is to me.

Rain

On a hot summer day

under the cloud of her memories,

I am standing

and it’s raining.

Ecstasy

Her childlike smile,

and eyes full of innocence.

Even the pain feels like

ecstasy in her presence.

Master

She said she’ll burn me again and again

till there’s nothing left but love, which can’t be burned.

Odds

Her expectations were like

knives

tearing him apart.

Sleep

With thoughts so deep

and memories of him.

She slept with a smile

on her face under

a blanket of love.

Touch

One touch of her finger

with my bare skin,

made thousands of stars shine,

I was carrying within.

Garden

Her words were sown in such way,

that my soul became

garden full of roses.

In Heart

I looked at the mirror,

I saw my face.

I closed my eyes,

I saw her face.

Ease Of Mind

He would keep his head

on her thighs

And often stay there for

some time.

Two Kind Of Poets

I went to a town of happiness and met two kind of people.

One who would count the number of steps it would take to reach the point where they could see the sunrise. They would scream at each other, argue a lot and hurt each other’s heart  with cursed words. On reaching the point they would forget about the sunrise.

The other one would smile and tell each other stories. Stories full of joy, love and laughter. As they would move along they would often greet the strangers. On reaching the point they would sit comfortably and enjoy the glimpse of sunrise.

 

I went to a town of poets and met two kind of poets.

One who would talk about rhymes, meters and rules of poetry. They would argue, get jealous and poke at each other’s mistakes. They would often forget about poetry.

And the other one who would……

I am always happy to meet you.

Afternoon

They bathe

in each other’s

conversation.

Eyes Of Truth

She used to look in everyone’s eyes

and speak,

as if her disciples had gathered around her

to meet.

Existence

I

breathe

her

love.

The Truth

Close your

eyes

to see the

truth.

On Writing

What are you writing today?

If you don’t get time

to write,

then for you

writing is not a passion,

it’s a hobby.

What are you writing today?

True Love

Distance is only

for the people who

love with their eyes.

Ones who love each other

with their heart and soul

never get separated.

Seeds

How time moves

so slow

when you are

left broke

I can’t take it

anymore

And I’ll change it

with this blow

All are going

with the flow

I shall reap what

I shall sow

Frontiers

They used to

find life in books,

travel and

adventure.

We find

life in

bits,

bytes

and pixels.