Laughing with You

You tell me,

“Don’t do that.”

I reply,

“No. I will."

You sulk,

and you frown.

I smile.

Sure,

I will 

never do that.

You know 

I do all this drama

to see that

cute, little pout

your lips form.

And we laugh,

like we always do,

knowing

this will

go on

and on

and on,

my love.

Destined for a Miracle

For once, I don't want to question the way life works.
For once, I don't want to know if I control my destiny or it, me.
For once, I don't want to ask "what if's" or "why's".

I'm content.
I'm happy.
I love the way things are shaping up.

Once - it might be a coincidence.
Twice - I would force myself to believe it's a coincidence.

It keeps happening again and again.
Why then would I disagree
if it's indeed a miracle and not a coincidence?

The deep ocean of reasoning
would point me to some good oysters.
But why do I need logic
when I can revel in beauty?
The beauty of knowing that the Universe responds.
The beauty of the way destiny casts its magical spell.
The beauty of life.
The beauty of love.

Mad Love

Oh yes,
Love is blind.
What can it make you do,
apart from caring,
hoping and loving more?

Mad love,
maddening love,
madly in love.

Unspoken Thoughts

To even think of you,
the thought that our souls made an ethereal waltz
at a certain period of my life
gives me the highest pleasure.

Should I have coughed up my unspoken thoughts?
The thoughts knowing
how to come out of their shells,
preferred to stay
in the eerie darkness
of the corners of my heart.

To not see you sad,
to not make you hate me
held the highest priorities in my mind,
making me only come up
with ways to see you smiling.

I feel the kind of dissatisfaction
Direktor Schindler felt.
Having done the best he could do,
still thinking he hadn't done enough.

I don't regret moving on,
but the memories haunt me at times.
The memories that intertwined our hearts,
the memories that gave birth to the unspoken thoughts.

I'm privy to those unspoken thoughts
just like you are 'a miser of your memories of me.'
I'll cherish my thoughts;
sad they'd remain unspoken forever.

Haunted

I vowed to not write love poems
Atleast until I fall in love with someone else.
But how can I
When I haven't forgotten her yet?
There have been days when hope was my food,
Hope was my medicine.
But these days, hope is my hemlock,
Hope is my source of guilt.

Irony,
I thought I'd be writing in the same manner*
On a different muse.
But here I am,
Writing in a different manner
On the same muse.

Love doesn't die,
And so wouldn't I.


* - as in happy love poems on a different person.

Invitation

It's difficult to forget whatever ensued.
I'd have felt better had I been a stranger till the end.
Moving on is indeed tough.
The breeze brushes my cheeks only when I'm alone.

I'm a loser,
I'm happy it's a love game that I lost.
But after all, I'm human too.
Cannot resist my fury,
Cannot resist my sorrow.
I only hope the next time I get a candy
That's not laced with cyanide.

Many things I come across remind me of her;
Remind me of a dream.
One man's duet.
One man's dream.

Why do I feel like an unwelcome guest?
Visiting without an invitation does end in vain.
Mayhap I should wait for an invitation.

In the end, waiting is absolutely worth it
Only if I'm invited for celebration unlimited.

Going Away

I'm giving up
In my quest for love.
Once did I get it.
Again won't I?
It came in search of me
When it was least expected.
I'm not going to expect anymore.

What causes my desperation?
Is it the nymph that I loved?
Is it the nice feeling it gave?
No, it's the very name 'love'.
It's the need I have for love.
Not that I feel hated.
Not that I feel hurt.
There's so much of love in me;
I don't have someone to share it with.

But I've made up my mind.
I'm giving up
In my quest for love.
It strikes when it's least expected.
I'll embrace it when it comes.

Tribute to My Love

Like a butterfly she came flying
Into the garden of my heart.
Mysterious notions implying
Made cupid shoot at me his dart.

Happy and thankful am I
For whatever she had done.
For a few months in my sky
She was the ever effulgent sun.

She sparked without doubt
A beautiful flame in me.
In my heart did sprout
A strong evergreen tree.

Love taught me hope.
Love taught me patience.
Love was my dope.
Love strengthened my relations.

It was awesome from the start,
But the bliss was impermanent.
A deep feeling of this sort
Is the heart's true ornament.

I've learnt so much so far,
Lessons needed for life.
I didn't end up in a bar.
So, happy will be my wife.



NOTE: I'm referring to my prospective wife. :P

Inexpressive

My happiness I expressed
When the smile of my lips and
The tranquility of my heart bonded.

My insane glee I expressed
When the grin of my lips and
The excitement of my heart bonded.

Why can't I express my sorrow?
The pout of my lips fails to bond
With the grief of my heart.

My tears evade me,
I find it hard to cry.
Will I feel better if I do?

The pegasus flies away,
But its heart stays behind.

A Silent Wait

Ebullient I become
When I talk about you to my friends.
My passion overflows
When I even utter your name.
The fact that I'm younger than you
Was a bitter pill to swallow.
But the sweetness of love
Made it dissolve within no time.

I feel extremely happy
When you say something good.
I feel equally sad
When you show signs of moving away.
I can't force you to love me,
For love knows no such things.
I can only express.
I can only hope.
I can only wait
While I silently continue to love.

My love for you
Gave me excessive pain.
I found solace when I heard,
"No pain, no gain."

There are numerous things unknown.
There are numerous doubts unsolved.
That doesn't hurt me at all.
As there are numerous reasons to be happy for,
Numerous things to look forward for.
And I'm highly hopeful and sure
That I'm destined to live a fairy tale.

Something Special

Sparkling love leads to many a startling revelation
That's why it is revered by all.
All nice things in life it brings along,
In it without thinking we fall.

So deep have I fallen into it,
I'm at a point of no return.
Irrespective of (the) Sparkle's presence
Incessantly does the flame burn.

Lessons of patience and matchless hope
Has my love taught me so far.
Many other lessons come along with it.
Is there any other teacher on par?

I'd have certainly missed a lot in life
Had I not fallen in love.
Love, the greatest gift bestowed upon the Earth,
The reflection of the Divine One above.

An Hour is Not Too Short

It was half to eight
When I logged in to chat.
For her message did I wait,
And I silently sat.

She didn't buzz me
For half an hour
I was wondering why she
Hasn't messaged me so far.

She told me that
She was on a call.
I said nothing but
"Carry on Mal :)"

Our chat did last
For just an hour.
But time went fast
Like a Formula1 car.

We bade 'Good bye'
And went back to work.
Till the next message of 'Hi'
I decided to lurk.

In the end I wasn't sad.
For, it was just an hour.
I was completely elated that
It was 3600 seconds that I spent with her.

Speechless

The words of my heart
Sometimes act like a lump in the throat.
Up and down they move.
They fail to come out
Trying hard to make their way out of
The excessive love in my heart.

I knew not pain
Till I experienced it.
Disappointment was unknown
Till I faced dejection.
Neither is love an exception.
I had to fall in love to understand it.

Grand, graceful and exquisite it is.
Teeming emotions it brings along.
I fell so soon,
'Cause it swept me off my feet.
This orderly disorder of words
Is the result of love's choking my heart.

The Flame - II

It makes me burn;
It makes me melt;
It makes me totally forget my self.
It invades me;
It pervades me;
It incessantly makes me lose my self.

It touches me when I look 'In the mirror'*;
It capsizes me when I behold her smile;
It makes me burn;
It makes me melt;
It makes me totally forget my self.

It shatters my vain resistance;
It takes me to my true residence.
It makes me burn;
It makes me melt;
It makes me totally forget my self.

I submit to its ferocity,
It's just beyond my capacity.
Its presence does not scare me, but
It heavily does scar me.
I only wish I burn forever.
I only wish I melt forever.

*In the mirror - a piece of instrumental music by Yanni.

Love is in the Air

Something was wrong.
I had slept soon,
Wordless and poem-less.
But never loveless.

A quarter hour later,
To the humming of a song
I opened my eyes.
I knew who it was.

It wasn't a mere wave of signals,
It was love that travelled in the air.
The love that accepts everything,
Gives and receives joyfully.

My sleep she disturbed for the third time.
I'm not angry at all.
For, the only mistake she did was
Making me write another poem.

The Flame

My passion fuels the flame in me,
The flame glows brighter now.
Violent winds disturb it, but
The flame only glows brighter.
This flame can never scorch trees.
It is a flame that lights the path.
Holding it I'll walk long.
Holding it makes me strong.
I discovered that she's my perfect 'match',
For, she's the one who lit the flame.

Elixir

So many flowers brimming with nectar,
Sway gently in the December breeze.
Lavenders, dandelions, daffodils,
Tulips, sunflowers and orchids.

So many choices a bee has,
To collect nectar from;
To get intoxicated.

There is festivity in the air
When the bee chooses the best,
Incurring the envy of the rest.

The bud doesn't blossom soon.
It is a long wait.
The bee gets its righteous gift,
When the petals unfurl.

No pain, no strain.
The petals unfurl gracefully.
There is festivity in the air,
When the bee collects nectar.

One fine day,
The flower may wither.
The bee may die. But,
The honey collected,
The union of the flower and the bee
Lives forever.
It is elixir.
It is immortal.

The Importance of Sparkle

Dew drops are the stars of dawn.
They Sparkle.

Dew drops are so beautiful,
Only because they Sparkle.

Dew drops make rose petals awesome
With their Sparkle.

The eyes of a baby are lovely,
Because they have Sparkle.

Art embraces beauty,
When there is Sparkle.

The Sparkle of love in the artist's heart.

Expression

Desires I've none materialistic.
Dreams I've many highly realistic.
Thousands of creations artistic.
I envisage a life fantastic.

Love does bring people together.
It touches the heart like a soothing feather.
Once it blooms it never does wither.
Like a snake inside you it does slither.

Express it before it decays.
Can't you see that in my case?
I still look for many ways
To express my love till the end of my days.

A Special Rainbow

You won't need an umbrella,
When I drench you in the shower of my love.
Don't you love rain my dear?
It's raining hearts and dreams now.
The sun in my world shines brighter than ever.
Still the shower hasn't ceased.
It will never cease.
Through those glassy beads,
I see a rainbow.
My eyes deceive me.
It's not a rainbow.
It's you.