The Shelf

They say Time grants you
your deepest wishes
or changes your dreams
with itself.

They say childhood saw
a thousand wild fantasies
that remained a tale
between other books on the dusty shelf.

But even as I age and
as Time, the voyeur, passes by,
my shelf of childhood dreams
I dust away from the hopeless cries.

Each book I flip through
reminding myself of my future life
with the nostalgia of
a childhood for it that striv'd.

This shelf of a thousand wild fantasies
I have harboured all along.
They and they alone
Rightfully to my belong.

And each of the White Dress and
Solitaire Diamonds, Places World Over
and Unconditional Love,
I promise myself to bring to reality.

For these dreams have driven me
ever since my first breath,
and I will chase them
Till my last.

Trying Yesterday

I tried waiting,
my eyes got tired
of keeping a watch
on your route.

I tried calling out
your name,
my voice wouldn't
get that loud.

I tried walking
the distance between us,
my feet got tired
midway.

I tried remembering
the last time
we laughed together,
it was too long back.



But when I tried thinking
of when I fell in love with you,
and the last time
you made me smile...

...there was no tiredness,
my heart knew,
no matter
the miles.

It was just yesterday,
when I was yours
and you
were mine.

Just yesterday,
when Love stood
yet another
test of time.

Just yesterday,
that our lives were
for an Eternity
entwined.

Un Désir Pour L'amour (A Yearning for Love)

Dreams within 

an illusion-ed living.

Passions that build up 

with the 

unfulfilled desires.

A solitary night 

that breathes 

upon my skin,

Wishes 

with a muffled silence

in the cold,

 for a fire.

The gentle touch of love.

The all-encompassing eyes 

that admire.

Tight embraces 

of souls in the dark.

Conversations 

that would go haywire.

The shuffling of the satin sheets.

Moans of pleasure 

echoing through joy,

Perspiring dreams 

turning to reality.

Stark nakedness 

in coy convoy.

Such wishes and desires 

held close

In a heaving bosom 

each night.

Sighs of longing 

instead of

satiety.

A made-up love 

of a forlorn sight.

Many a flame 

of the candles lit,

Reflected in beads 

of grieving ire.

Satin sheets ruffled 

every morning,

Still wait 

in the cold for the fire.

The Afternoon Star

A revolving sun
around the earth;
A galaxy I'd
created for myself.

A flower bud
seeking nectar;
A swarm of bees
I'd belonged to.

Everything already in,
the answers to every whim;
Each thing I'd searched for,
outside.
Every dream, achievable,
the tales, never far-fetched;
Each time I doubted
my own ability.

A star shining
with the afternoon sun;
you came along
so bright.

Laughs we shared
in an amusement park;
you taught me to laugh
in joy.


When things fell apart,
You feared to start;
Taking your flight
at midnight.
The storms that came
in your absence, the seldom meeting
would still suffice.

I've lived this long, learnt lessons a few.
A few from myself, a few from you.

The awe I felt on your sight
Was the reflection of the ability inside.