To Kill an Undying Love

Trying to kill an undying love.
All my efforts go in vain
and I end up feeling much more pain.

It is after all the love
that made me write
poems of love,
poems of hope,
poems of perseverance
and poems of depression.

I love this love:
it brought the best out of me.
I love this love:
it showed my self to me.

But it hurts to see it drown unrescued.
It hurts to see it go down unrequited.

I valued the person
who didn't value my heart.
Ironically, it's the same person
who beautified my art.

I saw my dreams turn beautiful
with her inclusion.
I saw those dreams turn into nightmares
with her exclusion.

My sanity asks to hope no more,
while my insanity wants to hope more and more.

Seventeen months
and three heartbreaks later,
I'm still
trying to kill that undying love.

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.

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

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.

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.

Infinity Unlimited

Infinite questions, unanswered.
Infinite words, unspoken.
Infinite dreams, unfulfilled.
Infinite memories, unperturbed.
Infinite stories, untold.
Infinite messages, unexchanged.
Infinite events, unexpected.
Infinity unlimited - my love.

My Love Never Dies

My emotions have a voice,
Which now makes a great noise.
Its sound will never go unheard.
It'll reach the ears of my love bird.

My unshakable belief,
Provides me essential relief.
The tide will definitely turn, and
Douse the flames that burn.

Destiny brought you into my life,
Not to bisect our bond with its knife.
But to make it strong.
I'm sure I'm not wrong.

I know my feelings are intense,
Like the sun's rays passing through a lens.
But the sparkle created by it
Will only give birth to a flame of ice.