Saturday, August 22, 2009

Torrential Rain

Sneaking up from behind,
Quietly, firmly, surely.
Catching me unawares.

Passion unleashed,
A furious downpour,
Soaking me through.

Senses arrested,
Emotions drowned.
Caught me in frenzy.

Head thrown up,
Eyes closed dreamily,
Oh! What a magic feel!

Wild and strong
Left me soaked
Your love,
No less than,
A torrential rain…

Thursday, August 20, 2009

The Wasted Dimensions Of Love

Send me a twinkle across the room
Like you did a long ago..
Fill my heart with sunshine,and
Watch my eyes shine with glow.

Hopelessness pins me to the wall of doubt;
My heart does not reach you.
I find no resonance of your heartbeat;
And the pauses are getting bigger too.

I am afraid my sighs will pierce the wall
And my tears shall echo their fall.
You think you can get by without me
And I can feel it in my gut too

You lament the futility of this emotion
As I rue the wasted dimensions of love!

You Owe Me One Rainy Day

The trees stood glistened,
Swaying gently in a majestic rhythm.
Skies gray with misty ash,as,
Thunder roared like a beat of a drum.

Lost in my thoughts, I wondered,
If you were watching the rain too!
Lonely,by the window I stood
A cup of coffee,and some memories good.

Steadily, it poured as the rainbow arched
But my heart still felt parched.
Images imagined, far, yet near
Is that you or the hum of rain I hear?

Another rainy spell goes dry!
Longing to have you near by.
Lamenting the downpour
I stood forlorn!

The clouds may drift,
Willing to stray...
The trees may stand steady,
No more wanting to sway...
And,it may now be as dry as hay
But you do owe me one rainy day!

Wild Bloom

Gently weed me out
From your expanse of riotous blooms.
For, I refuse to sing
In sync with your spring.
I m a wild one
Happy with the way I am.

I shall not wither
At the first sign of fall;
I shall not wilt,
At the first touch of sun.

You may fancy the English rose,
Long stemmed and dew kissed.
In your exotic bunch of lovely blooms
I am sure I shall not be missed.

But I shall stay loyal,
To the soil that holds me!
‘cos no one will pick the stray
That tells no story!

You don’t need my hues
So don’t stop by me
I will sing my own merry song
Despite the fall that comes along.