the flower that i loved

I write this poem for that

Beautiful flower in my garden

Do you know? This was the only flower

In my vast, pompous and great garden

That I liked?

I still remember the day

That its tiny bud blossomed to a

Beautiful flower

How splendid it looked,

Like a beautiful lady

Adorned in diamond,

That’s how I felt

When the sun’s rays fell on the dew

Which it held like a precious ornament

Its robe didn’t fall off

When the wind came

Nor did the rain smash it down

Tiny and big bees

Loitered around it

Even the butterflies

Meditated on it

Now I have this graceful flower

Just before me

In this ceramic vase

Allured to its beauty

I didn’t want it to be blown away

With the wind

So I talked with someone

Who could help me

He said there is a secret potion with him

That can keep it alive as long I live

You know how much I loved it, right?

I dedicated my evenings for it

I would watch it sway with the winds

Dancing with the gentle breeze

So I said to this man

Tell me how much it costs

Do you know how much it cost me?

How could you know?

Cos I’m the one who paid for it

It cost me my garden

I gave him my years flower

A grand collection that I had

For this one flower

That I have started to feel

Has lost its beauty

The potion doesn’t work well on it

But I still keep this one particular flower

Always, before my eyes

I love you,
Because of you I can't close my eyes
It’s you I think of, thru out the day

I hope everything is fine with you
Cos’ it’s been a while that we met

I still remember the last talk
And the walk we had
Thru that green valley
My heart leaped in joy
When you sat on my lap

I loved the simple talk that we had
You sharing your happiness’s
And the times you were sad
It hurt me when that person
Broke your trust
And, overjoyed when you forgave that person

Do you know how much I miss you?
It’s been long time since we talked
If only you could tell me what happened
Was it something that I did?
Or did you ever feel that,
I didn’t see that tear rolling down from your eyes?

No my darling! Your tears
I have stored it inside these jars beside me
(To remind me of your sorrows)
My hands took it off from your face
Do you believe that liar that I want to see you cry?
Never my beloved! It’s never like that!

Do you know how much I love your deep, dark, beautiful eyes?
Do you know how much I hate it seeing wet?
If you had known my heart my dear,
You would know how affectionately I love you
Do you know how it pains my heart when you are away?

Now, I stand right beside you hoping
To embrace you
To walk with you on the green meadows
To see that benign smile on your face
To hear your sweet voice



Will you not hear me?
It’s your Father
Just let me put my arms on around your shoulder
Will you not come to me and walk with me?
I promise to be with you
Till you come up here
To the home that I made for you
The heaven

the rail shines 

when sun's rays fall on it 

the surroundings, stark

un-cleansed, the rodents run

helter skelter

Finding bits of leftover

or fighting with the ravens 

a little dog lies there

its fur eaten by disease 

it licks it's bloody wound 

stricken by the hunger 

the bones shows out 

in a distance i hear a sound 

and i see the dog run to safety 

Limping, on its three legs

the platform becomes crowded 

souls run in hurry

i guess the time is taking them

and not vice versa 

as i step onto the comforts of my seat 

Easily i forget the dog that 

limped 

yes, time is a teacher 

as i learn today from the grown dog 

at the platform 

he limps, but, not bothered by the ravens 

he is not the victim 

now, he decides who eats!

i was depressed today 

i lost all that i held precious 

even my hope 

now, when i see that dog 

he barks at me and says 

"hey, you are the one who drives the situation, don't let it ride over you!"

then, i find the divine plan 

that taught me to learn from the ants 

right beside me!

yea, even a limping dog 

can cheer me up! 

my poems

i have been writing for long, that starts from the 8th standard, its the poem that i write. it consists all from spiritual to the romanticism. never erotica. till now my poems hasn't seen the sunlight. just because i didn't want to. i write it for my happiness and to kill the ugly face of depression. so after a long time i decided that, i would share what i write to this world. no! there is no particular reason to this decision but its just another decision. just like the decision you take in front of the movie house, when you don't have anything in particular to do and you have a sack full of time to to throw away. so if you want to read or criticize you are welcome to do so. so Happy reading.