I MISS YOU....

Often in the cold dark moments
I sit all alone,
Wearing the warmth of your thoughts
Closing my eyes and
Wrapping my hands around myself.
Though you are with me no more,
But I still feel you,
In the silence of these moments.

Even though we are apart,
Yet you survive within me.
In my mind and soul,
In every drop of tear that flows
In every beat of my heart,
In every deep sigh that comes within me.

The tears dry as the moments tick by,
But the pain does not die.
And the wound still survives,
A waiting heart still calls your name
A dying soul still cries.
"Come back...I MISS YOU".

DARK NIGHT....

That was a night of an evil storm,

That was a night in disastrous form.

That was a night of endless tears,

That was a night of worst nightmares.

That was a night of shattered dreams,

That was a night of painful screams .

That was a night of broken heart,

That was a night I tore apart.

That was a night of suffering soul,

That was a night, darkest of all.

That was a night of last adieu,

That was the night when I lost you.

LONELINESS...

Lonely years and lonely days,
The world abandons but loneliness stays;
Lonely thoughts and lonely dreams
Lonely are my silent screams.

At the lonely old church lane,
My lonely wait for you in vain.
Lonely sobs and lonely sighs,
A lonely drop of tear just dries.

Lonely are the dawns and dusk,
Lonely blues are hard to musk.
At the lonely sleepless nights
Lonely are the endless blights.

Lonely seems this life of mine,
At long lonely hours of pine.
All things end but loneliness thrives;
Lonely is how I still survive.

THE LAST KISS....

She was sitting beside him with his hands wrapped around her. They were by the side of the sea. This is where they had first met. And here they were again, but today for the last time ever. They would never meet again, they would never see each other for the rest of their lives.

He was looking at her. Hers was the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Her eyes so deep, were envious even to the depth of the sea. The color of her lips embarassed even the setting sun. The wind was playing with her silky locks bringing ot over her face again and again. And he was tucking it behind her ears. He had always loved to do it.

Her mood was lost somewhere in the distant red horizon. Her fingers were tangled with his. "In few minutes the sun will set", she thought, "and darkness will engulf the world". She looked at him. His blue eyes were looking ever more blue in this blue evening. She would get herself lost for hours in them. But after this day she would never see them again. None of them uttered a word. But their eyes exchanged endless emotions. Tears rolled down her cheeks. He had wiped her tears so many times before when she had cried for stupid reasons or over silly fights. But today he let them flow.

He then cupped her face between his hands and his lips touched hers. Their lips remained locked for thirty long minutes, which were the shortest thirty minutes of their lives. The sun had set leaving a faint trail of redness in the western horizon. It was time for him to leave, leave forever.

He looked deep into her eyes. "Our story is not over", he said, "We will physically part. But our souls will always remain connected. We will remain connected through the earth, through the sun. through the moon and the stars. Wherever we are, with whoever we are, we will be connected through our mind and our heart. We will exist in each others loneliness, each others silence and each others secret tears. We will exist in each others dreams. Situation demands our separation but time will bring us back together; if not in this birth then in next birth. Every birth we will meet and part till a life comes when we will die in each others arms. Wait for me. I will come back to you."

He gave his last kiss on her forehead and walked away. And she kept standing there, staring at him till he disappeared.

Just then the last trail of daylight got wiped off from the western sky.

IN THE FIRST RAINS..........

That was an evening of the first rains;
I was walking along the long hazy road
by your side
My fingers tangled with yours,
My head on your shoulder,
your lips caressing my hair.
The red shawl wrapped around both us
barely preventing us from getting drenched
Your body pressed against mine, all wet
yet the warmth of your body
fighting against the cruel monsoon winds
to defend me from its gelidity;
As fought the prince, from the old fairy tale
against the cruel witch,
to protect the princess
The showers of bliss pouring from above
as if trying to quench the fire
of our burning heart
But still it could not stop your wet lips
from touching mine
for the first time
Oh! what a moment of ecstasy it was!
when our lips locked each other.

That first touch of your lips
in that evening of the first rains
is the last reminiscence of our togetherness.

A DRY ROSE IN MY DIARY...

A single rose
nestled amonst the pages of my diary
dried petals and faded color
still smells of February
still bears your touch
stlll has your memory
merges with the words
and narrates a lost story

MY LOUD SILENCE....

Why do I still see your face
when I close my eyes?
Why do I still pine for you
in the long lonely nights?

When the moon rises in the sky
and peeps from behind the tree,
Why does my heart cry for you
with you I want to be?

When I walk down the long road
why your footsteps I hear?
I turn back with a hope
and why you dissappear?

When the western wind blows
why still your smell I get?
Why do I wake up at nights
and find my pillow wet?

Why do you still elude me
in my sad midnight dreams?
"I miss you my dear love"
why still my smashed heart screams?

Why I wrap my hand round 'self
and crave for your warmth?
Why my mind still misleads me
saying one day you will come?

When my one hand holds the other
as it cannot hold yours,

And when my trembling lips call you

Why my heart aches and sores?

Days have gone and years have passed
still why I feel so alone?
Yet for your unfaithful love
why still I cry and moan?