"Love Is..."

Love is...

The melody of their laughter.

It sounds like the best music to your ears.

Love is...

The exhilaration you feel

when they come running to 

share something that made them happy,

with you.

Love is...

The intense desire

to see them happy,

come what may.

Love is...

This night,

the moon,

the rustle of

the drooping leaves.

The painting in our mind-

 

painted in the colours outside.

Realizations and Limits.

Not everyday do you realize
that each ounce of discomfort
would pile up,
to form
a peak
so tall,
that, when it falls,
it actually just
inverts itself,
and a peak becomes
a trench.

The depth
is dark,
the depth
is deep.
It's a lonely place
in that pit,
only a dot of light
may or may not
be seen.





Why then,
even when
we know,
how deep
the darkness goes,
how empty,
the loneliness
envelopes the soul:

Why then,
not everyday do we realize,
that each ounce of that discomfort
makes a peak,
and the peak makes
a trench,
and a void,
full of a cacophony of silence
fills up the heart,
crushes the mind?

Tonight

The night tonight

Will stay forever.

The dark will not end

The lights will be enveloped.

Cries tonight

Will drown forever.

The screams will remain

The echoing  vestiges of pain.

Perhaps when you

Lose your way

A flame might just

Reignite.

Perhaps when you

Decide to stay

The nights might just

Hope for light.

But tonight, my dear,

The stars refuse

To twinkle with

The love that had been.

Tonight, my dear,

The clouds gather

A storm, as silent

As the turbulent sea.

Tonight, I weep

The days away.

Tonight, I wait.

Tonight, I long.

Melody and Candies

Light rains turning heavy,

Dew drops turning into bubbles,

The wisps of condensed moisture,

Are stacks of cotton balls!

And when you come along,

Imaginations seem reality,

The monsoon brings snow-flakes

And there are Dream-falls!

Pitter-patter comes down the life,

And I absorb each drop.

How beautiful when the sun shines,

And the ponds hold singing frogs!

A tip here, a tap there.

I compose a rhyme.

Even the sourest and the most bitter,

Taste like sweet-lime!

A puddle here, a paper-boat there,

We weave the sky into a blue-shawl.

In the warmth of nature and the frozen dreams,

In smiles and tears, plays the melody of life's song!