Never Wanna Lose You...

[ This is a short story written in form of poetry about a working couple who live in different cities because of their professional obligations but try hard to keep their relationship steady irrespective of the challenges they face . ]

I don’t speak much and just ask you to  ,

As words with me are very few ,

Every morning when you wake me up ,

I wish the clock stops it’s ticktock ,

As I carve to hear your soft  voice ,

Freshened with emotions ,

And honeyed with love .

But , alas I need to rush downstairs ,

Or else I would miss the bus approaching in pairs ,

Where  literally I scramble for a seat ,

Achieving it  , makes my mood upbeat ,

If luckily ever I chance upon a window one ,

The mild breeze brings your memories with them ,

Filling my heart and soul with your thoughts ,

Slowly as I start getting engulfed ,

I think someone’s jealous …and that’s the driver as he honks ,

In random  absurd and crude manner ,

Coercing me to get down soon ,

And stop dreaming about our date …beneath the lovely moon ,

Dragging my feet I reach for the door ,

Running like a champion to reach my space ,

That has given me ,my worth deserving place ,

Tying all day on the computer screen ,

Don’t think sweet heart I have gotten mean ,

It’s so true that I don’t find time ,

To dial your number expressing my mind ,

Still every time when I pause for a moment ,

It’s your smile that melts away my laments ,

Every time when you remember my name ,

Those logical coding goes wrong in my brain ,

After the dusk as I come back ,

I wish you were with me , waiting in the flat ,

It’s ok..I manage thinking of you ,

 Eagerly expecting  your calls with  smiles renewed ,

But …if there’s some change in this routine ,

My heart escapes a beat within ,

Random thoughts occupy the psyche ,

Scarring me to hell  , restiveness takes a hype ,

A million times I check the phone’s screen ,

Praying lord for all signals to go green ,

Perplexed baffled dumbfounded I become ,

Hoping that nothing happens to my love ,

Wishing every second that you receive the call ,

And I get to hear your angelic voice my gal ,

I die a numerous times till you say ,

It’s  fine dear , things haven’t gone astray ,

I thank  the Almighty for just being there ,

And bestowing on us his unseen care ,

I may not say it as often as you do ,

But do believe me dear …. I never wanna lose you .

Hesitant Steps....

                                                       

Hesitant Steps ,

Quickened heart beats ,

With fear in her heart she crossed that busy street ,

Dressed up in white ,

Adorning a smile bright ,

She tried to hide her concerns ,

Of having come this far ,

Believing being guided by her lucky star .

As she stepped down the stairs ,

To make a new move ,

Her eyes met His ,

Interlacing  young dreams to get wove.

Leaning against the column ,

He too stepped aside ,

Signifying his actions of making a novel stride .

For seconds  when their vision ,

Got  glued with one another ,

Not words but silence ,

Just blended together .

Those moments of speechlessness ,

Expressed what they could ,

In a crowded platform ,

Leaving the two hearts marooned .

Slowly with passing times ,

Their emotions resembled famous  fables ,

Intended of being together ,

In spite of worldly wobbles .

Decades passed on and days were gone ,

Sometimes filled with roses ,

And sometimes swabbed in stones .

Life hasn’t always painted a rosy picture delight ,

Neither have been all mornings a bright ray of sunlight .

It had it’s own share of every right and wrong ,

But something that didn’t change ,

Is the trust that stood strong .

Which leaves them stranded ,

Even today at this age ,

In a solitary island or a crowded place .

Holding her wrinkled hands ,

Sitting by her side ,

He looked in the same manner ,

Into her deep pristine eyes ,

Feeling  her breaths escape ,

In that white gown’s crease .

He traveled  back to those days ,

When her face was blemish free .

Slowly as he watched ,

Life escaping closed fists ,

He wanted to bestow her with innumerable lovely gifts .

But again this time he couldn’t ,

And tightened his lips in silence .

Thanking her for coming ,

With him till today so far ,

Having overcome her fears ,

And believing in that star .

After she was gone ,

Like a little child he just wept ,

Coz decades ago for him ,

She had taken that Hesitant Step .

     

If Ever Someday....

If ever someday you feel  lone ,

Till the horizons it’s just you and no one ,

A vacuumed silence  prevails all around ,

Up in the high skies and deep beneath the ground .

If ever someday you stumble upon ,

 With any rock or sharp thorn ,

When an unsounded scream escapes your heart ,

Not just you but it’s me who gets hurt .

If ever someday you think  you can’t carry on ,

Circumstances are pulling you back ,

It’s hectic to move on ,

Put the step forward ,

Coz I will be there ,

To hold your hands and gift you with care ,

To let you fly with your wings trudged in air ,

To relieve your mind of all nightmares  .

To help you get rid of unwanted errands ,

To wash away those old painful strands ,

To aid you in building new , reinforced dreams ,

To giggle you up , watching cartoon films .

To bring back memories of  those lost childhood days ,

To ward off the moments of laze .

To wake you up with refreshing chirps ,

To walk with you on adventurous trips .

If ever someday  you feel lost ,

In this big bad world ,

If not someone else , then it will be me ,

On whom you can trust .

If ever someday you feel lone ,

Till the horizon’s it’s you and no one ,

Don’t worry dear …I will be there ,

To avert the vacuumed silence prevailing around ,

Up in the high skies and deep beneath the ground .

If ever someday….

Cement , Bricks And Moulds Of Clay

Cement ,bricks and those moulds of clay ,

Before  sunrise starts my day.

Walking past the dingy single room ,

Loaded with stuff ,

 Struggle to find a broom .

Winding up my chores of daily life ,

I step ahead,

 Ignoring ,

Wrenching words and covetous eyes .

There she goes ,

The downtrodden ,the spoilt ,

 People squawk in hushed subdued voice .

Unheard screams escape corners of my anguished heart ,

But ,  the fragile flimsy faces of my kids ,

Strengthens my core ,

And I snub those bruised words.

Lurching vision ,

 Prowling expressions ,

Bump with me all day ,

Be it the contractor , carpenter or the water man ,

Follows  my moves even the owner of the land .

Debris scatter over  sunrise to sunset ,

Sprinkling around the rubble ,

Continues my fight with my fate .

It goes on for days , months , years , decades ,

Slowly my strength starts to shed .

I don’t want my girls to end up here ,

And never to face those yesteryears .

But , alas it’s the same story again ,

Blank platters , starved bellies,

 Drunken unruly husbands .

Life takes a full round turn ,

When I arrange new work sites for them ,

Unfolding the same life every single dawn.

Whatever people may say ,

Whatsoever they may feel ,

This life is real ,

For ages it whirls .

For me , for you , for them ,

For someone may be ,

Cements , bricks and those moulds of clay ,

Before  sunrise ,

Starts our day .

 

Lone Tree

Just like a mother bonds to her child ,

 Thoughts get tied to belongings of  mind ,

 The pen and ink cling together ,

 Dirt coheres to foams of lather ,

 Characters make a mystical fable ,

 Tired legs tend to wobble ,

 Letters adhere in pages of a book ,

And pride features in a bold look .

As dark clouds accompany rainy showers ,

Fog gets instilled on morning flowers ,

Warmth imparts even an old rugged coat ,

Thirst quenches an earthen pot .

Let goodness smother my soul ,

Not in part , But as a whole .

Let kind words flow in every utterance ,

Spreading a smile on your face even if once ,

In the darkness of the night when you are scared ,

Be assured that I will be there .

Untie yourself ,

Let concerns go free ,

Coz , I will be waiting along,

To bestow my shade ,

On  barren roads ,

Just like a Lone Tree .

Times...

Times one never wish to see ,

Dreams escaping closed fists ,

And peace on a flee ,

Failure entrapping around ,

Heart wrenching words stinging like a bee .

Times one never wants to feel ,

Reality slowly uncovering ,

Uncasing disguised peels ,

Anger replacing soft emotions ,

Frustration putting back thrills .

Times one always wants to be far ,

Days swabbed in blue ,

Nights a big scare ,

Moments  approaching  like unwelcomed people ,

And matters getting perplexed which ought to be simple .

Times  like this will break in and out ,

People will keep blaming around ,

Affairs may get messy sometimes ,

You may get impeached even without any crime ,

So, What can One do in Times like these ?

Take a deep breath ,

Pray the Almighty .

Let the whole world get dirty or damp ,

Preserve your faith ,

And aflame your soul’s goodness lamp .

Times ...like this will come and go ,

But never let your moral low .

 

Silver Tan

On starry nights...

When the moon is so bright...

And spreads around ,

The silver tan ,

Open the wings of your imagination ,

And fly across as much as you can .

The world would seem a beautiful place ,

Filled with moments of care ,

Tensions would be far away ,

Only love would be in air .

So , close your eyes ...

And gently lay down on your cozy bed...

As slowly the silver tan of the moon ,

Around spreads....

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Magical Morning Poems...

The bright rays say Good bye to the moon ,

A cute silk worm peeps  removing it’s cocoon ,

Life will surely take a new turn ,

If you refreshingly say ...

“Hi” to the sun .

The busy bees get ready for the day ,

A cute white rabbit , starts it’s play ,

The new leaf that was just born ,

Got delighted seeing the ...Magnanimous sun ,

Streets gets amused..hearing news paper horns ,

They all wish you ...

A cheerful Morn .

Through the cloudy sky ,

The golden rays ,

Finally find it’s way .

Till it touches the earth’s green floor ,

Never does it give up .

How may rain drops ...may come down ,

Some day the have to stop.

It’s sends a note ,

In the hands of the beautiful rainbow ,

Just don’t worry ,

Dreams never die ,

With time...it only grows .

         

Walking Along....

Walking along the path of life ,

One thing I did realize ,

There will be people  distinct and different ,

Some to lend a hand and some for you to lend .

Some honest and reliable .

Some who are friendly and some amiable .

Some good humored and some sad ,

And there will be few who will make you glad .

Many who will speak  but work less ,

Many who will say their life’s a mess ,

Many who advertise even their new hair cut ,

But few...who will  follow their gut .

Some who will say they stand by you ,

Some who make your happiness renewed ,

Some who share every problem  they have ,

But few who won’t ever let you starve .

Few who will walk that extra mile ,

Few who strain themselves for your smile ,

Few who speak what your mind wants ,

Few who would play rib tickling pranks .

And  Just....

Someone  whose words would soothe your soul ,

Someone with whom ...your Life feels as if on Parole.

This Life...

Few decades have passed with this life ,

It seems just like the blink of an eye ,

May be some more will pass the same way ,

And the uninvited guest will arrive one day.

Knock the door without waiting for any replies ,

Take with it our dear cherished friend ...Our Life .

Then a new journey will start ,

With new endeavors and new tasks ,

But...the question remains ,

What about the old one ?

Have you honestly treasured it ,

Have you spent it the way you  wanted to ,

Did you strive enough ,

For all your dreams to come true .

Did you love, care, share and hear those faint suppressed voices ,

Confounded in this busy bustling crowd .

If not , then wait ...

Give a moment , Lend a hand ,share a smile and care a little more ,

Coz emotions are countless ,

And there are new rooms to be opened and explored .

Somewhere....

Would like to go somewhere ,

Just... with the company of peace .

Far away from the clutches of fate ,

And mockery of people’s masked face ,

Away from the questions ,

And also their unwanted answers ,

Away from the boastful noises and shrills ,

Far from these mysterious thrills .

To a place where a company is not in need ,

Where thy self...would be the best friend indeed ,

Where eyes can see beyond horizons ,

And life would be scaled with bountiful emotions ,

Where persona would not be appraised with success ,

No where...just no where even a pinch of stress.

Where one can smile without worrying for tomorrow ,

Where dreams would be owned ,

And not just borrowed .