Words Dissemble.. Words Be Quick...

Words Dissemble.. Words Be Quick...

Inamorata

An Omniously dark avenue,
Stark trees casting contorted shadows,
As I amble about difficultly,
Amidst an eeriee silence......
Every heavenly creation,
Seems so bleak, so anachronous,
From that memorable evening,
when blissful togetherness inundated us.

As we dreamly trod this redolent earth,
Hand in Hand,
Heads leaning against each other,
Loving, hiding ourselves within ourselves,
In an eternal tryst of souls.
Fighting the ravages of time,
My poigant heart survives,
Suttered by the priceless moments shared,
Which I recall timelessly and count,
Like a fragile necklace of pearls.

The ancient moon coyly hides
Behind gently swaying branches.
As I lean against the same tree,
And vicariously try to bathe in
The pristine light of your smile.
Oh the lovely fleting clouds,
The soft caressing breeze,
Nature's soothing music,
Cannot enliven this darkness.
For, every silhoultte around me,
Seems to epitomize your celestial form.

The rustle of the leaves
Feels like ypur breath against me
My heart keeps on meandring unmoored,
defying under confine
My senses, a desolate blade of grass.
Braving the brazen harsh winds of seperation
I continue to exist, Oh Inamorata!!
Yet cease to live .... Till your resplendent presence
Pours the nectar of love into my soul.....

Pilot..

Come Back to Me My Angela.......

I still Remember

Those lustrous eyes with dreams within

That blissful face & cherry lips

Smiling as those of a blushing bride

Twitch of cheeks

And frightening shrieks

As some four-legged grazed by

Stamping of feet

And a complaining cry

Naughty Nudge

And a nursing grudge with wave of arm

which would not harm but only pass with a touch

Those raven trees which no press

against my shoulders

Unique the cast that did mould her

Such was she

Behold her..... Behold her.......

Yes I still remember how our love grew

Missing everything you used to do

More so, while missing you.

True love it was, no way lust

That made you batter with such fuss

Things could never more be the same

Gone were the days of Prince and Dame

My love was now called all rust

Gone were you, sure you must

Myself has truly weathered

Since let more storms

& my body is tired of all norms

Sight now weak, still does seek

Your dreary form in my flooded eyes

In the mist soon will sink.

But before that i only wish................

Come back to me, with all your ways

Come back to me, bringing back those days

Come back to me, with all your charms

Come back to me, with wide open arms

Come back to me, be it with all vendetta

Still Come back to me, my Angela

Come back to me, my Angela

Pilot..

[P.S: this poem is ... sorry do not like to share....]

The Tear Drop

My Beautiful loving heart felt
Yes, after all my own heart,
A great melancholy
A great rejoice

Between the depression and
the gratification,

"Off ............. there is a terrible difference
Which I can't bear"
said my heart

"For me that's nothing yaar"
said the naughty tear drop
jumping on to my cheek....

Pilot..

(P.S: This is one of my earliest poems.... i believe it was like around 8 years back but i just luv it even now....)