Acts of Love

Masks

2012-03-23T17:56:00.000+05:30

I thought I was brave,
And found I was not.
Thought I was honest,
While lying to myself.

I thought I was intelligent,
And found a fool in me.
I thought I could survive,
When no one does.

I smile when I am hurt,
And cry when I am alone.

Life is full of discoveries,
Faces to be unmasked-
I am not what you see,
Everything you see is a lie

But...

I knew I loved you

And I still do

War I Lost

2012-03-23T17:53:00.005+05:30

I’ve been told, to fight to the end,
To give it all, an’ lose with honor.

But to lose the war, without a finger raised
Without anyone knowing of the war

The most disgraceful way to lose.

The shame will follow me to my grave…
All the more so, Coz I lost in love.

Burning Heart

2012-03-23T17:53:00.001+05:30

Oh! Fresh wind…
When will you come?
Set aflame my heart-
A smoldering ember.

Rush into me,
Light a fire,
Burn memories
Bitter and sweet.

Light a fire afresh

‘n ignite my passion.
Make me love,
And make it grow

Friends and Lovers II

2012-03-23T17:51:00.001+05:30

Read the first part of this poem Friends and Lovers

Years flew like the wind,
The tree stood rooted,
Thinking, of days,
Now beginning to fade.

The sparrow that sang,
And gave tree company;
Has moved its nest,
And is hardly seen.

The stream that flowed,
Has reached the sea;
Banishing all thoughts-
Of the tree, from her mind

The tree stays rooted,

Lonely and sad;

Reminiscing, days long past,

Bitter sweet as they are.

Lost

2012-03-23T17:48:00.001+05:30

Fool was I not to accept the signs,
Not to know that nothing was the same,
To have thought that nothing would change;
Fool was I not to change with the change.

I read the signs, and I smelt the change,

But, when she called, I went-
Like moth to a fire;
Knowing, nothing was the same any more.

She was not a lil’ girl any more;
Grown had she, a woman by any measure;
Matured had she, to become a wife;
Ignored, the cry to remain a girl.

Two tears I shed, for a friend lost,
And smiled for what she gained.
And I promised myself-

These are my last tears for her,
Knowing, that it wouldn’t be.

These are the last tears for any friend,

Knowing, that it wouldn't be.

For you, my Friend

2012-03-23T17:46:00.004+05:30

If dog is spelt LOYAL
Friend is spelt TRUST

If child is spelt CUTE

Mom is spelt LOVE

If boys are spelt NAUGHTY
Girls are spelt SWEET

If you are spelt BEST

What is left for me?

Secrets

2012-03-23T17:42:00.000+05:30

Scraps of paper, that holds my mind
Words of despair from my heart;
Makes up verses that make no sense

These are things that keep my secret.

Secrets to kill, and some to die,
Valuable to none, but to me;
Some could ruin an’ others alienate,
But none would guess, what I meant.

For me to remember, and feel the pain,

Years from now, when I look back.

My Journey

2012-03-23T17:38:00.000+05:30

I travel through the path
That many a lover walked before,
In search of your beauty that is

The beautiest of beauties

Its a beaten path
But the way is new
So is the designation
Just like the scenes

No tempest ever knew
The fury of my love
No ocean ever knew
The depth of my love

The passion of my love
No poet ever found
My fidelity to you
No dog ever showed.

Many a man sought your hand
And I am next in line
Many a man lost his life
Seeking your hand

But my love for you
Will conquer all
For your love for me
Is all I seek.

M’ Lady

2012-03-23T17:35:00.000+05:30

Oh, I wish I could dive,
To the depth that I see;
Deeper than the ocean,
In her eyes.

How I wish I knew,

The vastness that I feel;
Much wider than the universe,
Of her heart.

The laughter like pearls,
Falling off a string.
How I wish to listen,
All day long, to that melodious tone.

The beauty and the calm,
None akin; Unsurpassed
By any painting ever drawn,
Nor will one be ever drawn,

To do her justice.

Those curly hair an’ wild eyes;
Like a doe, full of innocence;
Filled with zest, for life ahead.
Those rosy lips with a ready smile…

How I wish you were real; A lady to a fault,
In front of me, just for me..

Ship in a Storm

2012-03-23T17:34:00.002+05:30

Ship in a stormy night,
No port to call home,
And none to berth;
Lurching and swaying!

Countless storms past,
Moving at a knot;
One fore, two aft;
And three to the port.

Timbers gone numb,
Over countless storms;
The wet and cold, never once-
Penetrating the hull.

Moving with the storm,
With no Pole Star to guide,
I fear, this ship will berth;
At the bottom of the sea!

Damned heart feels no pain,
Poked, prodded or ripped...
Beauty fails to smitten,
This torn, sordid heart.

Friends fail to hurt,
Hard as they try.
Loss fails to bring,
Tears to the eyes.

Forged in the smelter;
Of Hurt and pain, yester.
Desert fails to wilt,
Leaving an ache.

Flyin' on a Wing an' a Prayer,
Crash and Burn it must;
To fall in love; and-
To cry once again.

Mystery of Art

2012-03-23T17:34:00.001+05:30

A heart touched by love-
As pure as a diamond,
And true as the Sun.

A heart known to sorrow,

By its first name;

Ripped apart by a sword;

A heart that’s seen beauty,

From the dew on a grass,
To the setting sun;
A heart that glimpsed bliss,
Of the human flesh,
To the celestial;

Flows art in various form;
For others to wonder,
And dream on…

Love at First Sight

2012-03-23T17:34:00.000+05:30

The lingering feeling like a vintage,
The throbbing pain in my heart,
The lost look like in a puppy’s eye,

Makes me think it must be true;

Wanting to run from a crowd,
Wanting to hide from my friends,
Wanting to drown in my tears,
Makes me think it must be true;

It really must have been love,
From the first sight.

Friends and Lovers

2004-02-14T16:57:00.000+05:30

What does the sparrows know,
’bout the sorrow of the tree.
They turn to its branches,
When their wings are tired.

What does the stream know,
’bout the sorrow of the tree.
They flow down merrily,
To their greater destiny.

The sparrows are chirpy and jovial,
Boosting his morale, early morn.

How he wished they would stay more,
And talk to him, for he is lonely.

But he knows, they dont have time,
For, They have a nest to keep,
Fledglings to feed, and-
A mate to love.

The stream is pure, a virgin,
And flows with a sparkling laughter.

Oh! how he wished she stayed
With him, his lover, forever.

But he knows, she doesn’t care,
She’s to meet the ocean,
And wouldnt remember him,
The moment he is past.