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You Are My Love June 1, 2013

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Do you know who you are?

You are my love

You are my life

You are my moon

You are my star

You are my Goddess of Day

You are my Goddess of Night

You are my direction

You are my support

You are the nectar of my life

You are the call I am always awaiting

You are my heart

You are my mind

You are My Love

You are the mornings I wake up to…

You are the evenings I unwind too

You are the bird whose music I hear while asleep

You are the flower I have been seeking

You are the petals I have been keeping on my eyes

You are the life who has changed my life

You are the one who has taken my life by storm

I don’t want this storm to ever ebb

I don’t want these petals to dry

I don’t want this fragrance to ever evaporate

I don’t want your memories to ever fade

I don’t want your thoughts to ever cease in my mind

I don’t want any other God in my life

I don’t want to wake up from this dream called you

I don’t want my addiction for you to ever go

I don’t want my hunger for you to ever subside

I don’t want these paths to be ever covered by me

I don’t want this fire inside me for you to ever extinguish

I don’t ever want to know secrets of my love for you

I don’t ever want to know why I love you so madly

I don’t want a sound sleep, I need you in my dreams

I don’t want this world, I just want you

I don’t want any possessions, I just want you

You give me a place in your heart, that is the only possession I seek

You are my song of life, I just want to keep singing it

You are my love

You are my life.

Mind – The Poem March 21, 2011

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If “dead” is the first thought in your mind
You still have a hope.
If the first color in your thoughts is “black”
You still have a hope.
If your dreams are all about “life unplugged”
You still have a hope.
If you see color of your face as “pale’
You still have a hope.
If the only thing you want to write is “your obituary”
You still have a hope.
If the only music on your mind is “the last post”
You still have a hope.
If the air around you smells like a “gas chamber”
You still have a hope.
If the only drink you need is “poison”
You still have a hope.
If the only thing you wish to discard is “your life”
You still have a hope.
If your all fantasies are heap of “nightmare”
You still have a hope.
If you pronounce your name as “shame’
You still have a hope.
If you abhor God and have no trust in “him”
You still have a hope.
As long as your mind “works”
You still have a hope.
As long as your “mind works”
You have a hope
As long as “your mind works”
You are a hope
As long “as your mind works”
You are ‘The Hope”
“You are The Hope”

A Dream Called Life February 20, 2011

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I need an introduction, I need to live

I need to move, onwards is my will.

Opposite forces pull me, and they pull me hard

Values and ethics challenge me, and they tear me apart.

Am I a painter or am I pained

Am I brilliant or just no gain.

Complexities of life, doubled edged knife

Always in doubt, life, an unending bout.

Characters change, but all play games

Games? Oh! I lost to all who came.

Deeply in love is a myth

Nuptial of sorrow and pain  is my tryst.

Admire me? Yes, so many

Understand me? Only the uncanny.

I am the speaker, of my life

Unsaid is my longing for afterlife.

Moral? it is a sophisticated abuse

Like an electric bulb without a fuse.

God! Oh God! I have an appeal

My life, this life, does not congeal.

Life has a form

Why? Why for me it is called a worm?

If life had to be this torn,

Oh God! Oh! Oh My God! Why I had to be born?

Do I have to live my entire life,

Bruised, broken and bereft of “life”

I can see the lock, it is big

I can see my grave, which I can’t dig.

Far and away from my arms, lies the calm

Not able to reach, persistent itching on my palm.

Life, this life, I just can’t tame

My veins bleed and I don’t feel any pain.

Why? Why don’t I hear my inner voice

Why? Why can’t I have another choice.

Why? why can’t I have another choice.

BTW: I am the writer but  not the narrator in this rendering.

Let us bury the love February 15, 2010

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An attempt to go back to poetry, relating it to anyone in known circle or my own life is at your own peril, LoL.

Let us bury the love

When the touch is gone and the dates are lost

When the gifts are not given and the tales are never told

When the smiles are not questioned and the tears are not to be seen

When the fear is not  expressed and the hunger is not shared

When nights never begin and days never end

When there are no fights,  the love is dead

Let us dig the grave and let us bury the love

Let us bury the love

Let us bury the love

Love is dead, let us dig the grave,  let us bury the love