Tuesday, August 27, 2013

When sad, even tears leave you!


 Crude diamonds spotted,
Polished them with all my might.
Knowing throughout, that all my toil,
Reaped by someone, but me!

The moment i owned you,
Was the moment you weren't mine anymore!
I rather see you in soft hands,
A sophisticated neck or two.

Yes i loved, yes i laughed,
Yes you believed, yes you loved me back.
But then you left, and you forgot,
But i smiled, and for you i prayed.

Heart, the owner of my eyes,
Said a different story with my tears.
Confused, whether happy or sad,
But drop by drop, they left too!


After reading this poem, if you thought this was just another sad love poem, read again... think again!

Hint - Ask yourself what is love? And don't settle for the cliche.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

The Mystical Mountain of Love.

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A step to the left, two to the right,
They danced their way out of the crowd.

Taking that huge leap together,
To the faraway mountain that beckoned.

What awaited was a mystic land,
Silence guiding through the labyrinths.

Hand in hand, they ventured the wilderness,
Lost in the moment, fearing no beasts.

Treasure found in the beauty,
Destination was tagged nowhere. 

Happiness in seclusion, joy in peace,
Music found in each other's breath.

Paradise is in togetherness, they declared,
Promising their love with a kiss.

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Tired of seeing the women in your life suffering?
Here is a chance to make a small difference,

Pen is mightier than a sword. So lift yours and join us in this movement - RAPE.

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Friday, August 2, 2013

That message in my sunset breeze.

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Late in the evening, long after sunset,
That cool breeze comes along with a message.
Loving whispers it carries, and plenty of kisses,
Sweet to the solitary heart in the night's passage.

Novels are written, fantasies explored,
Distance brings romance even out of a crush,
Beauty lies in the imagination,
Mind is your canvas, thoughts - your brush.

Sketching the dream, shading that secret,
Painting perfection, a task always easy in the head.
Reality dawns, come crack of first sunlight,
And then you go back sulking into your bed.

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Tired of facing problems for being a woman?
Tired of seeing the women in your life suffering?
Here is a chance to make a small difference,

Pen is mightier than a sword. So lift yours and join us in this movement - RAPE.

Visit this link to know more details about this initiative - 
RAPE : Rise Against Punishable Eccentricity