Poem: It's Winter

It's winter
I feel now,
As I lay down still
Inside the blanket,
My fingers shiver with cold,
My eyes are swollen-
Waiting for the sun rays
To knock on my window...

It's winter,
I feel,
The birds no longer sing,
The flowers no longer bloom,
And I sit disheartened
In my balcony...

It's winter,
I feel,
No more the phone rings,
No more giggling,
No more laughter,
Life has stopped by
As the year meets its end
'It's December,' the calender says.
And the journey of this year -
approaches it's ends...

Poem : Beauty of the night

O beloved,
Do you remember?
that night a year ago,
When you told me
How the cold breeze passed by you?
How you missed me-
That moment?
As you walked alone in that path...
O beloved
Will you walk that path again?
And I secretly wish
Let the beauty of the night-
Make you fall in love once again...

Poem: Love has withered away.

I feel arrogance
In your words,
I am hurt,
And hardly you care...
It seems
Seasons have changed
No longer it's April,
Neither it's monsoon,
Love has withered away
Leaves are falling,
I wonder,
Is it winter?
As we drift away
Towards an unknown harbour,
I wonder, 'Is this how we sow the seed-
Of our relationship?'

Conversation: He and She

'Good morning.' He wished her.
'What is good about this morning? I didn't have good sleep yesterday night.' She replied still yawning.
'You have a day off. You can sleep the entire day.' He suggested.
'My sleep is not like your sleep. Whenever you want, you can have. My sleep is sophisticated and arrogant at the same time.' She added.
'Gosh!  First you, and now your sleep, both, I have to bear.' He giggled.
And she busted out laughing.

Poem : Acceptance

One fine evening, 

With gloomy face and reddened eyes,
I sat disheartened
In one abandoned bench
Of a park nearby,
I met a stranger
From a strange land,
He sat beside me
On that bench
Under the shady tree
Telling me stories
Of his people and land.
He went on and on
And I listened
With full attention,
Hardly my eyes blinked
With my mouth wide open,
I was lost in his world...
I lost track of time
And I came into my world
When he asked me,
'Tell me dear,
Do you like my world?'
'I wish I were a part of your world -
where my imperfections
 are never pointed out
and I am accepted
 for who I am.'
I replied and walked away.

Listen

Hello,
Listen to me
I am the wind
That whispers in your ears
'Spread your arms.'
Feel me.
But
You are lost-
In the virtual world
Ignoring my embrace.
Hello,
Hear my voice
I am the cuckoo,
My voice is melodious.
But you never listen
You love that digital song
Hello,
Come and see me,
I wait for you
To flatter me
I am beautiful
Look once,
I am the spring.

Workaholic Lover

'I am running out of time to work on myself nowadays.'
'Yes. You are very dedicated to your work. It seems you have married your work.' I sarcastically added.
'I love working.' He laughingly answered.
'I know.'
'But now I feel like working on myself. Working on inner quality and getting the sweetness of it is a great thing.' He thoughtfully replied.
'We are here to polish our talents.' I said sounding intelligent.
'Nothing will stay, but if you work on your inner quality and feel it that will help you and stay with you throughout your life.'
'True.' I replied.
'Good. I hope you understand.' He replied.
'I understood.'
'You will take time to understand. Will talk if you want on Monday.'
'Monday.. ' I asked.
'Sorry. I mean when we meet in the future. Actually the official message popped up.'  He justified.
'See. I was correct. Happily married to your work.' I added.