EXPRESSIONS

If Only You Could....

2010-01-20T10:07:00.004+03:00

In poignant silence I await your warmth beside me,
My heart shrieks in yearning calling your name over and over,
If only you could hear....

I frantically reach out in the darkness, roused from my nightmare,
I cringe at the vacant space beside me,
If only you could care....

My heart beats fervently when I hear your footsteps walk towards me,
It pounds violently when I hear you walk away,
If only you could feel....

I'm drained of my tears which silently gush down in anguish,
I'm dying a little death everyday,
If only you could see....

I'm tired of needing you; I'm tired of waiting,
I want to squeeze my heart till it beats no more,
before my loneliness smothers me,
If only you knew....

Shaken Out of Love

2009-09-30T21:52:00.003+03:00

Confusion clouds over my mind
There’s something I want, but cannot find,
What is wrong, what is right?
I’m choking on love; I can feel its might.

I’m being shaken from my lovely dream,
I feel so mad, I want to scream!
Agitation makes my blood boil,
The pain I feel, is my heart in turmoil.

I loved so much, why the hate,
I cannot make the pain abate.
I fail to see what wrong I made,
My life isn't mine anymore, I can see it fade.

My Shining Stars!

2009-09-29T22:05:00.012+03:00

I look out my window and find the still night,
Millions of stars make the sky bright,
The stars in my life shine at me everyday,
I am happy to have what He has given me today.

Deceitful Emotions

2009-06-16T16:35:00.003+03:00

It’s there.... I know it’s there....
Its presence is deceiving,
Unravelling in obscurity,
Almost alluring, gently teasing.

I see it.... I think I see it.....
I breathe, in vain, to calm my throbbing soul,
I cannot perceive....I cannot grasp,
A mass of wispy facade, as noxious gloom engulfs me whole.

Ode to a Rose

2008-10-08T01:44:00.000+03:00

A Rose...
.....the queen of flowers, with respect to its riveting loveliness, encasing a labyrinth of velvety petals, entrancing the bystander with its imperial fragrance.
A Rose...
.... stands poised as a single flower, while the beholder is captivated by the indefinite layers of twirling petals drenched with a sweet enthralling fragrance.
A Rose...
....admired for its relentless beauty and grace, mesmerising the onlooker with its endless arrangement of silky petals enveloped in fragrant scent.

A Rose...

... a poetic muse....an intoxication.....

A Rose....is a love story....

Waiting to Exhale...

2008-06-25T10:28:00.001+03:00

WAITING TO EXHALE by Me

The sound of silence ringing in my ears,
My lips taste the saltiness of my tears,
I’m alone ,empty and I’m weeping,
I’m alive enough but barely breathing
I need a touch , I need a smile
I need to know if u’ll stay awhile
The walls of darkness crush my hollow soul,
I need to breathe , I’m falling into a black hole,
I struggle to see, the light of the day
I can only see the dark sun, as I drift away,
I slip into nothingness I’m waiting to exhale......
help me , I want to live ,smile and breathe again.....

Endless Moment....

2008-02-22T23:06:00.013+03:00

Endless Moment....... The moon wuz full , and shining bright,
I was in ur arms holding tight,
Could'nt let u go , even for a flicker of my eye,
my heart wuz so heavy it made me cry .....
I brushed away a running tear and u kissed away the other ,
we held ourselves for quite sometime ..... just looking at each other,
I started to say something but u hushed me with a kiss again,
'Let us forget the world ', u said 'and let...the silence..remain.......'

Passion Unspoken

2008-01-04T10:47:00.000+03:00

You could hear their breath in the stillness of the night,
It wuz cold , dark and not a soul in sight,
Their warmth of their bodies reached out from within,
as their eyes met , the urgency seeped in,
He kissed her with his eyes , as they stood face to face,
Without even touching her , he unveiled her lace;
She turned away as her heartbeat rose,
her feelings took over her and in silence she froze .
He moved closer and touched her lips,
so gentle he was as he gave her a soft kiss...
her body ached ,as she succumbed completely,
their eyes met again and they knew that, they belonged to each other
....for eternity.

Douce Seize

2007-07-14T09:46:00.004+03:00

Here I was in Sweet Sixteen,
The most exciting years of my teens.
I realised a new tingle in me,
which I knew was sure to be.
How old are you, they'd ask me,
and I would sing out to them with glee:
'I am sixteen going on seventeen,
I know it's time to think....
Fellows in street, will tell I am sweet,
and I would just go on and wink'!
With parties,music and friends,
Fun and laughter never ends.
To sigh at every handosme boy,
brush past him and say 'Oye'!
Bunking classes, chatting behind the stage,
sure gave us joy at this age.
Teasing people, calling them names
was more a pastime than a game....
Wet crow, Red Indian and Dumbhead,
were some of the names that we kept.
Speaking on telephone all night long,
to break the record over hours and on.
Sitting in groups and all of us singing
Hey, that wuz real fun and exciting!

Keeping all the fun to one side,
our depressing moments too we could'nt hide.
Getting emotional on every little thing,
sometimes we even wished we really had wings!
for every thought we'd give it a thought,
at home for justice we usually fought.
our anger hot and bubbling,
if mom does'nt let you do something.
Ocean of pearly tears comes streaming down often,
that was a scene which was very common.
For we would get our lashes wet,
to every hurting thing they said.
And then we think that it was'nt so bad after all,
and they must not have actually meant it at all,
and cheering up with a sweet smile,
we dry up our big river Nile.
Realizing the ups and downs of life,
dreaming again who's going to be whose wife!
Picturing in your mind ,your man of your dreams...
it was not all that easy as it seemed.

We know we cannot rewind to the past,
'coz sweet sixteen would'nt last.
As they say, 'All good things come to an end',
we can only thank God for his send.
And when we are down, deep with worries,
we sure can recall these sweet memories ! :)

Love you!

2007-04-04T09:30:00.000+03:00

I will miss the times we had together,
the days and nights as we longed forever,
The way you used to put things right,
in my darkness you were the light.
I loved your style, I loved your grace,
and I loved all your charming ways.
My love for you is so strong...
that I love you even when you go wrong!
I feel good when you're around,
in your absence I level the ground.
I love it when you smile away my sadness,
it makes me feel good and full of gladness :)

My First Poem - Hello Kitty - Lol!

2007-01-03T13:23:00.000+03:00

I wrote this poem when i wuz in my 4th or 5th grade ....i think -
My very first poem - Enjoy!

Hello Kitty
Hey Look at that Kitty,
Isn’t she pretty, walking on the road?
Come here kitty, pretty little kitty
Let us play I’m bored!
Let us play Blindman
– But don’t trip that woman
Coz she will slap u
And this will hurt u
And u’ll go off and I’ll be bored!
------------------We play----------------------------
Stop little kitty,
I’m tired n sleepy,
I want to go home to sleep!
So little kitty,
Went home sadly,
And I went home to sleep!!

Poetry: Good for Your State of Mind

2006-01-03T21:52:00.000+03:00

Poetry: Good for Your State of Mind
Poetry is a unique and creative art form that allows us to express and share aspects of our mental lives. We can convey our thoughts and emotions, or experience those of another writer, with a depth and insight that go far beyond simple description.
Someone might say to you, for example, that she feels "very depressed." But if she were to craft a poetic treatment of those feelings, she might find herself using images of bleak winters and barren landscapes, which could then perhaps suggest abandoned hopes and lost opportunities to the reader.
I like to hear poetry - atleast sometimes - I pause from my other activities and allow myself to be briefly transported into the world of the words, where they have been selected and organized just right by the poet to convey feelings and shared symbols from one mind to another. Poems are about compression too: I often marvel at how so few words can express so much emotion.

But don't think that reading or writing poetry will make you depressed. The creative experience of writing poetry is a type of self-reflection, and some therapists describe poetry writing as a recovery tool. In fact, there are even poetry therapy groups where the participants explore their reactions to poems and follow exercises in writing new ones.
No matter what you happen to be feeling, you can try expressing a moment's moods and sensations creatively, using combinations of words. Just start writing — don't think too hard while you're scribbling and try not to censor or stifle what is becoming visible on the paper. After you've opened the floodgates, and gotten all the raw material down on paper, then's the time to unleash your inner editor.
You might learn something about yourself and, if you let others read what you've written, they'll learn more about you.
And if you're feeling particularly daring, share a poem right here in the comments section.