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Autumn and I

I read, reread your intrigue saying you last wrote in the book ''Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall'' I wonder how you can be this close listener of my heart! There is a beep for you deep in me that tune everyday  To ask, if you're too longing for me?  My love for autumn, my love in autumn, my love is   like  autumn There is a mystery that carries along same as the crisp air in autumn An ease of sensitivity and indifferent that crave for seclusion and peace My feelings are colorful and are mostly red with the essence of your love After reading your words, being far yet close heart to heart I feel like flying But then my instinctive fiery and nature disclose the reality I fear of! ''I swing high and low Ruled by the air's (love) blow Upside I see the vast sky Downside a little fly Getting ready to chase Unaware of a sudden blase! '' It's not that I don't want to fly in the dr

My Friendship turned 3 !! Few Miles about to turn 4!!

Like these hearts soaring in drift strange to destiny,away from rift  Feelings and thoughts suppressed   Inner flare split walls compressed   That's how the journey commenced  My Friendship, the saga recommence     Resurrection of sensitivity when splashed  I found many like me, we all clashed  Not for a letup or a fight but to unite  We stood together to inspire world knight My Friendship, the saga shines bright   A single word itself holds power to change the world it has tower that rise above straight with transparency with the only sword of words I'll turn over controversy  Within few years, I see my world has changed  My Friendship and Few Miles both poetic pen  blessed with sagacity  Turning Three and Four we are still the same have always seek for love and not for fame translating life into words would have been impossible without your generosity and comments sensible  each day s

Lost color

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 42 ; the forty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . The theme for the month is "COLOR" There is all around a deep silence My heart and mind are at it violence I lackluster and yet I feel laying back My own thoughts are hacked Life is out of colors; it is black!! It had never been like this before Euphoria of being alive was pure With my smile I colored fade I was an angel for all without wings But hinge of life the way it swing Everything was perfect and sweet With him my life was complete I, his zephyr and He my heartbeat Without him life refuse to replete Let me loiter for I've lost my fleet How can life be this cruel ? It asks me go on snapping my fuel The whole world drenched in color Except my own world inside so blur Life does not stop with