The letter

I Had Used All The words I know

I Had Sung All That Songs that I Heard
And I Know That I am In Love With You
Now I Can't Sing A Few Lines
I Don’t Have Words To Write And I Don’t Have Friends To Share I Don’t Have Tears To Weep
Because it's You Who Rules My Sleep And Dream
And The Pain Of Separation Pierce My Soul, Arrow Like

My Mind Travels Far And Wide
Across The Borders Which Are Man-Made
I Can See Your Desperate Face
I Hear Your Whispers
Which Is All About Me

And I Yearn To Be Thereon Your Side
To Lay My Head On Your Heart
And to give you a thousand

Kisses filled with love

and to get  away

All The Sorrows That Destiny Makes

Once I Completed These Few Lines

A doubt flashed in my silly heart
Whether You Can Read My Language
I Don’t Know Your Address

But Through An Open Window
Came A Dream
In Which An Angel Kissed My Lips And Murmured
In My Ears:" Why Do You Need A Language
When You Are In Love
And Silence Is the Best Messenger
And It Declares The Love You Had For The Other

she

She is a friend of Mine
of my childhood days and
She told me to tell tales of fantasy and wisdom
I was unaware of her name in those days
When I was in my teens
She was my lover in all forms
Who added wings to my Dreams
And gave me a present that no one ever forgets because it is so mystic and romantic
She was there to share my joy
and part my sorrows

I love to believe that she is the most beautiful
whom I had never seen
whose bright eyes are full of light
and a slight smile on the corner of her lips
It is only now that I realise that she has been with me all these days
The lines that I use to narrate
Yes, it is her, my poetry

Why I scribble something

Mind is the Magic Bag
Where do I fill my dreams
and where memory cradles
The happy days of teens
where I could see my face
I know what makes me write
It is the sense that I've lost
A very precious bond that I loved
It will be late when you learn
What you've lost is the most valuable
Which you might've treated least
A pain rules my heart, when
The Knowledge of loss
Pierce my soul with an arrow like
I could see a smile on her face
It's she who does all the work.
She is none other than my ugly fate
whom I hate most in the world
But who always wins the race?

MY FIRST

Though an academician,scribbling something romantic in my nature is a passion for me always.,I used to scrible a lot which some of my friends used to describe as poetic , but for me inspiration comes from girl whom i had never met, whose face is so difficult to trace out ,her eyes so mystic and filled with solitude,who is she,may be the mother of creation, hereon iam going to share my works of crearivity

Love@1st Sight

It was at first sight
A feeling quivered through my heart
just like a lovely little lull
It was in those days that I yearned to whisper
That you are my girl

I don't know whether it's love
or an infatuation
But it's the glory of your eyes
That comes into my dreams
And it is the charm of your smile that rules my life
It is not once or twice
I tried to express my love
But it is the fear that haunts me
that you may let me down

The seasons have adorned the earth many times
And I told my soul that I love you
of which, when you heard
You wept," I too loved you, my dear."
You said to me in pain raised from the heart
" I tried to find your face in the
crowd and ties, I couldn't see it either."
You continued with these words
" I am the flower whose wealth is lost
And whose sanity is stolen?"
Uttering these words like a fairy in a Russian tale
She vanished into her little life
And I wander here and there
Trying to find her lovely face
But all others I saw thereafter
Had a black spot on their heart, which was red

On Thee's Behold

I wish to be a babe of four or five who loves the world with a charm. I wish I could get back those days that were filled with solitude. I could have shown you him. I am here to write these lines that you want me to.

  Neither I saw thy face Nor I heard thy voice. I knew it was thee who masters this world.  I am not a poet to write on thee, and I am not a singer to sing on thee. I am not a painter to paint your face so that it is in colors of love towards the race who are thee  children

 The only thing which I can say on thee's beheld is that "Oh Lord, thank you for giving me a human life to write on thee.

Most Beautiful Man

Friends, Iam a fellow driver who uses my car to carry the people who are young and old I don't know from where they come from and where they goes to Because it is the fate that makes them tell their destination There were couples, lovers and school girls Who pass kisses to their heroes To take them to beachs, fort and theatres It was in one of those frozen nights As pain grew stronger I thought of inviting some one into my life I found all my hair has turne grey and my face ugliest in the world Before the god I Knelt for mercy Who sent me with an angel whose Beauty cannot be written in words She took me in her hand and I saw an unknown corpse lying in the church adorned with ants and bees It was of none but of mine the ugliest driver in the town