Monday 23 November 2015

That's what I feel myself with you

Captivated by your splendour
I could watch a million skies set and rise
Only we could hear the secrets of our love
and see the purity of it in each other’s eyes

I get to know you every day again
As I relish the taste of your lips
I can feel the satisfaction you feel
As I touch your round and rosy cheeks

Softness of your voice strums like a lullaby
Just a single thought of you makes my words fly
Whenever we hug our souls mingle
I feel myself complete when I’m with you

Tuesday 17 November 2015

I'm a common man

Hardly I cross adolescent
My youth comes with loads of responsibilities
The child full of big dreams
Have to face the world with cruel realities

Fascinated by the charismatic world
I aspire for luxury, I can never have
Passionate about being famous
Mostly end up blaming fate for what I have

Have to go to work daily
And a single delay in my wages disturbs my economy
Have been postponing the big plans for travel
As I’m so busy handling a duty, my family

Have been saving money for years still not enough
Even the money I spend for basic necessities have to be in check

Imposed with rituals, religion, caste and the society itself
But in between all this, those few happy memories are my wealth

I’m a common man
And I’ll always be a common
From the first breath I took

To the last when I’ll be dead 

Saturday 14 November 2015

yellow pages of journal



Feeling the words written 
over those yellow pages of journal
I can imagine you writing
About the beauty of cold summer night
It's old, many words had faded away from the corners
But the memories and the characters come alive every time I read it

While reading poem about the love we made on that wintery night
I held my pillow to feel your warmth, cuddled myself tight
While reading the poem about that long walk in rainy evening
I can hear us talking and laughing, every moment I'm reliving


Every morning I watch those dew droplets shine
And hear the birds singing "your love is mine"
Every night I lie under the sky & watch the stars divine
And the silent breeze rhythms through those pines

On the last page even that half written poem with these lines

Seems complete as our love is boundless to time