A New Valentine

It was the Valentine’s month, a bit late from the date;
Old wounds hurt but meeting her brought new fate.
Serendipity – is that you showing the way?
Love – is that you again or is it just another play?

A week old, and a lifetime worth of conversations;
Eyes that kindred joy, and fate turned into affections.
Happiness – is that you making me forget the past?
Life – is that you correcting your path at last?

A month old, one touch and the wounds are healed;
Her care, patience and understanding, and my soul did yield.
Trust – is that you my old friend?
Passion – is that you making me feel grand?

Four months, and it already feels like a millennium;
Hearts suspended together for years like a twin-flame.
Dream – is that you getting real?
Destiny – is that you making the final deal?

To the future, we already have dreamt it a thousand times;
And blessed the ones who can dream, as the clock chimes.
Time – is that you making the right moves?
Heart – is that you who still loves?

Nothing Else But Love

The first day I felt you, felt your heart;
The garden was of five senses, but,
With you my five senses awoke with mirth.
It’s the twinkle in your eyes, like Diamond cut
Which made me say “there is nothing else but love”.

The passionate laughter, pure showers of joy;
You made feel like I have nothing to lose.
In the stormy sea of new adventure, you kept me floating like the trustworthy buoy.
And there was nothing else but love.

I lost directions, the timetables were unfaithful;
You were there like the guardian angel.
The rain kept pouring on full,
But your loving compass was always there to tell
That there was nothing else but love.

A fruit of passion ripened through love;
The sheets were never cold.
I found pleasant delights from your cozy cove
And the lights inside made all the darkness dissolve.
I sighed that there was nothing else but love.

I saw the heavens with you, the seats of Gods;
The fruit of Eden hanging down from emerald trees.
Ambrosia from the sweet stream of froths
Flowing from deep within the mountain crevices.
In that moment, there was nothing else but love.

The devil bit me once, the plague flowed through my body.
When hope turned to despair,
You reached out to me
And banished the devil into thin air.
The saving prayer was nothing else but love.

We made a home, with pieces of love and wood;
For we had dreams and it turned true.
We sat, and relished the times that were good;
For a chair is a throne too.
Nothing else but love can make us kings and queens.

I looked into the future and saw a temptation;
Of better days and better lives, maybe.
It was difficult, but you as a supportive companion,
Everything is easy.
Together there was nothing else but love.

The days were stuck and hell came on earth.
But like Bonnie and Clyde, we robbed the devil of his riches.
We made our castle strong and our hearts
Stronger, and in every moment,
There was nothing else but love.

The balance seems to be sever.
A lost direction, filled with doubt.
We need to hold hands now more than ever;
Find together a way out.
Nothing else but love will help.

High

Through the glass windows,

Grilled bars; a vision at a distance.

High above in the sky,

Freedom has spread its wings to fly,

A speck in the vastness of blue;

Wild hearts mingled in harmony,

While a dove looks quizzically at me

Nods his head and flies away.

River of life

Carry me, Oh carry me
River of life.
Carry me downstream
Where you release
All your pain,
Into the sea of fate.
I have rowed too far,
My will is worn out,
I am too tired to try.
I won’t hide behind hopes;
Carry me, oh carry me
River of life.

Street Lights

Like a moth I find love in every street lamp,
I wander aimlessly;
Shadows of her haunt me
Everywhere throughout the night.
I fly high towards the moon
But fall back softly, cushioned by her soft love
I take rest in the cover of her shadow;
Headlights all around try to distract me
Like two big red eyes of the devil in the night,
I scurry away towards the nook, where I found love once
And in its safety I sleep sound tonight.

Victory of Failure

I am not here to glorify failure or justify its necessity, but today, I would like to take a pragmatic standpoint to pacify the satisfaction starving heart of my life. It is to be understood that whenever I talk about life I do not like to associate it with only the big things.
So what I want to describe here exactly lies in the understanding of the irony of hope. Why am I mentioning irony with hope? I know it is highly surprising and puzzling at the same time. What exactly is hope? We all have hopes or had hopes at one point in our life. We expect the best results that will wash away all the negatives that are pushing us back in our bid to move forward in life. Hope is a just a state of mind. No matter how many times we try to adjust the feelings to satisfy the purpose of hope it will always remain inside our mind. What I meant here is that hope never reveals itself.
My life has always been a pocketful of hopes until they get shattered by the realities of life each time. Whenever I tried to understand why I was not satisfied with anything that I get in life, I was always baffled by a strange mystery. I am unusually unsatisfied with whatever I do. As if I have something that forces my results to be too below my expectations. Then I realized that my expectations always change when I reach the point where hope is supposed to have successfully reached its destination. Then I again start hoping in a different way. Let me give you my example. When at first I didn’t have a job I always hoped that if I just get a job (no matter what) everything will be alright for the rest of my life. But after getting that I realized that my expectations have changed and then I begun to hope for something better than that. An endless train of hopes and expectations appeared.
Thus where I thought I found victory resulted in nothing but a failure. It’s ironical because each victory I tasted was just the beginning of a failure of my new expectation. Maybe there is beauty in it. Who knows? Or maybe that is the unreachable destiny which is keeling me alive.

Why

Why? I often questioned
Why? The reason unkown
Why? It always dawned
Why? It was late and gone
Why? Do u know the answer?
Why? Can you help me?
Why? Everything is the same ever
Why? There is nothing more to see
Why? I won’t ask again
Why? It’s not meant for all
Why? This is both my boon and bane
Why? I will never recall

Now

Now is here
To take me to tomorrow,
Young ages grow older
Black turning to grey.
I once crawled to reach
Where to I now run
Never ending, constantly;
The river flows quietly,
Dipped my feet
Found it too cold
I cannot wash myself clean.
I see your face, a reflection of the past,
Gather the images in the sand
Sieve the memories
Roughened by time
Glistening though.
My time may come
I will leave behind quietly
Carry not my body but my memories
Do not bury it or burn it
Take it home with you
I will meet you on the other side of the river
The boat comes only once.

Freedom

She is my freedom
In the deep sleep, my dream.
I snore like a child untangled
From dark worries of tomorrow.
I suckle on the tits of life,
Milking out the naivities;
Wraps me like a blanket soft
And the sweet scent of hibiscus
Wafted along with the summer sweat.
Naked love, no sins hidden
Diaphanous heart, absorbs my passion
Throbbing slowly, rhytmically
I am reborn, I am both, yet I am one
She is my freedom
I am free.

Distant Dream

I yearn for a land
Where they feverishly pray
Where the river kisses the rough sand
Where the people chant the names of Gods
Where the land cushions the hard rain
And all the flowers, dewy covered
Floats silently down the waterfall
But i am bound by reasons
I cannot yank my chains free
Despondent I fall asleep
To dream, thoughts turned to nightmare