Desire

With so much of love in me

For the beauty that you are

O cold, unfeeling death

You are so near

Your presence so felt

In everything around me

And yet so unreachable you are

In this perennial attempt

To reach you

What will come out...

Of our union

Out of your cold grasp

Over my arms

Out of your steel look

Over my self

Out of your icy kiss

On my cheek

The metal shines

The sharpness grinds

With all the grandeur

The shine finally makes

Its mark

On my desire 

To be yours forever...

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Rumination

 I am trying hard. I am sincerely trying my best.This is what I told him. He didn't believe me. I didn't believe in me too. I am still thinking about that. How does it feel when you find someone who knows you - in and out ? When you feel you can't hide anything from him. When you are surprised to see that he can explain you better than yourself. How do you feel when you see your ' self ' in his eyes? Just as a doctor, he understands your ailment even before you complete describing your symptoms.For me, its like constantly standing infront of a mirror or having two selves.Something which you can never evade. Just as you can elude the whole world but can't elude your own self...To me, he meant that. How could I make him believe something that I couldn't believe in myself?

.......to be continued

Beauty

Beauty can never be defined, as the beauty of beauty lies in its essentially limitless nature... The feeling of no boundary leaves a kind of eternity with the idea of beauty.The feeling of never-never-ending..This may even account for the sacredness or the feeling of divinity associated with something that is beautiful.

Impression

We had been together
As birds of a flock
We had been close
As board to a chalk
We had shared
As friends in deed
We had been complete
As the hours on a clock
We had been us

For a while i stood still
Flashes of you moving
All over around me
Could i still say that
What was left of you
Was just an impression?

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The Music of Love

I heard my name

Being called out

A thousand times

Or thousands more

But never did it sound

So divine, so special

As it did when it came

From your lips

I saw me seen

By everyone around

Numerous times

Or numerous more

But never did it look

So sublime,yet so real

As it did when it came

From your eyes

I thought often

They needed me

Often when they

Said that they did

But never did i feel

So requited,so wanted

As when the truth in you

Reached me within.... 

To create the music called love

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Craft

That road still carries

The freshness you left behind

This morning still shows

The beauty you made me find

The grass beneath me here

That remembers you once stood

This is the very place

That you had once been

The stillness in the air

That i can feel now

That was also there

Then when you made me

From scrap to metal

And then unto gold

I saw your craftsmanship grow

I, the craft, now complete

And left by myself

In this wonderful place

That you made me discover

To bask in my own glory

The halo of which is only

The consequence of your travail

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Inbox

Tryst with my destiny continued

As i flipped through life's pages

Sunny emotions dampened

By cloudy skies sans sun

And sleepless nights tormenting

As i fought with my turmoil within

Fumed within to find a respite

I searched for a pal

And got one who talked 

To me through mail 

Pleased with a downpour

In the scorching heat

I searched out my inbox everyhour

Somewhere to receive letters

Usually in an envelope

Through post delivered

Addresssed in detail

With more detail within

The details within

Getting lesser and lesser

With each passing day

Until one such day 

When there was no more

Of anything left to hold

Within or without

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