Month of May. by Arshaj

{ Six months after i had written a poem, my friends insisted that i give rhythm to the verses. }

I close my eyes

In a hope to see her again.

I search, my sight

Sees nothing known at another end.

I know you lied,

That you would come back for me instead.

I’m still alive, on . . .

These darkened roads just to tread.

I’ll follow you there,

I’ll follow you there where you stare,

I’ll follow you there,

Walking silently in an innocent Month of May.

So much to think,

Of many things I had to say.

I’ll give my life away,

Just find me some another way.

I fear, they fade,

Shadows from my past I barely see.

Are you for real,

Like those silences talking to me.

I’ll follow you there,

I’ll follow you there where you stare,

I’ll follow you there,

Walking silently in an innocent Month of May.

Arsh.

If Only...

{I was inspired to write this poem due to a movie i saw that goes by the same name. The thought that what you may go through when you know that you are not goin to be there for someone you love is painful. And it does indeed make you a better person...}

If only, I would have known,
Where this day was leading to,
If only, I could have seen, once more,
In her eyes crystal blue.
The love that I had in me,
The happiness that I wanted to share,
And her smile’s what I wanted to see,
If only, once more, I would have stared.

Only love I wanted to give,
But I did hurt her heart somewhere.
Her feelings I failed to understand,
Got lost in my world, though couldn’t bear,
Strange, but a chance is all we get,
If only, I would have grabbed it, right then,
Could have stopped her, when she left,
She left, that I couldn’t see her again.

If only time turns back again,
So I can tell her how much I cared.
If only I can get a day or two,
Or even a moment with her, spare.
The pain that I feel now,
I just cry in despair.
If only, its just a dream, and that
I’ll wake up again in her arms, aware . . .

Arsh.

Seven...

{ In Genesis, God created the earth in 6 days and on the seventh day he rested. This was the first week, The number 7 is usually equated with the idea of perfection...:-)}

Seven seconds!
It takes me to miss you,
Seven hours of talk,
Seven hours of togetherness,
And just two of us,
Seven centimetres of drizzle, and fog
Seven hours of passion,
Seven hours of control,
Seven scents conquering,
Seven lands and points of ascension,
Seven days a week i miss you,
Can’t stay away from you for that long,
Seven nights of romance,
Seven notes of music, you sing
And love blossoms like a song,
That touches the strings of heart,
Seven lives together,
We would never be apart,
Seven months of love, affection,
Intense closeness n devotion,
Seven colours of the rainbow,
To Seventh Heaven, a leading path....

........Arsh.

A Frozen Second....

Love finds a way home,
To the lips, and the smile they hold.
We are never alone,
There is the silence, before....

A breath of freshness,
As we retire to its scent so warm.
We just wait a little less,
Give it some time, before...

It blossoms, and knows you,
Just a moment has passed.
Don’t give up on it,
If it is, it’s the only one that’ll last...

Love is always there,
If you want it to be.
Just have to try to see,
Hidden, wrapped in beauty..
Subtle, as a veil, it is,
Between the seconds of your life,
Stop for a minute, or so
And you will see....


It will out-live you,
Even death, won’t do you apart.
You cease a small second, and
It’s a life time of vanilla heart.

These snowflakes as they fall,
Caressing my thoughts.
They awaken us again,
So gently, as the night ends, and there is dawn...

Let the deep yellow saffron,
Now open your eyes.
To the brightness that you missed,
While you rode alone in the night..

Love is always there,
If you want it to be.
Just have to try to see,
Hidden, wrapped in beauty..
Subtle, as a veil, it is,
Between the seconds of your life,
If you don’t stop for a minute,
You might miss it...!:-)

.................arsh..

The Wind Song...

I hear the wind blow,
Hold on to me, it says.
Let me take you
To the places that you love.
I will be silent but
You can make a racket if you want.
Let me take you,
To the places you want to go..
Watch yourself, fly over,
The world of your dreams.
Take a glimpse, We cant stay
I have to move on.
Breathing, the freshness of life,
Remember what you want the most,
Something, someplace,
Or even just a feeling...

And it comes to my mind,
And behind my closed eyes,
A picture, i took long ago,
It was alive, and she smiled.
Coming back to me,
Are all the memories, i've got
Awakens me, brings me back,
To the place of my dreams...
The wind has kept her promise,
That Angel smiles in her sleep...:-)


....... Arsh.

(...to be continued)