When all you have is 100 days and no more, can you express all your love in one go?
She escaped,
Flew away,
With a dream
A step away
Unknown to her
Slaying cold
Washed away
All her gold
Now she lay
Clothed in bed
Naked and cold
Naked but Clothed
That’s how cold
My summer girl feels
She grew up in sun battling heat
World’s apart
She battles cold
The least I could do
Is warm her bed, and defeat the cold.
Good Morning ‘Mumbai’!!!!
Kasa Kay? Bara aahes?
Once upon a time,
Words didn’t rhyme.
I have lost myself
Never to find
How did this happen?
Loosing my mind.
Drowned in sorrow
There’s no tomorrow
Sinking everything
If heart was a bone, pain is marrow.
You are right to see,
How badly I did
Breaking you in pieces
It was wrong of me.
That crime is heinous
I deserve jail
I deserve a lot of punishment
My heart has failed.
From waking up to your kisses,
I am waking up to your hatred
And it’s nothing wrong
As you are simply returning the favour.
You failed to see my love in what I did
And doing that you showed me my value,
I have to blow and sip on the tea; careful,
Or else there will be no tongue; unburned.
I am sorry for I broke you
But I was just trying to show you the truth
You thought of me as a jerk
Forgetting all that we have worked for.
But it’s nothing wrong,
As you just returned the favour
I deserve this pain of drowning
Floods of hurt would actually be a favour.
I have learnt my lessons,
And I will never hurt you again
But if loving you hurts you,
Do you want me to halt my love train?
I love you, but I am poor
I will be rich, but have to pay my dues first
Dues in suffering, and in hurt and pain
Floods of hurt, are actually a favour.
Yes I love you, more than anything and anyone,
But all it takes for you to judge me,
Is one call, one word, one mistake, one error..
I said I am sorry,
Didn’t know where to take my hurt
Today I am okay
As I am taking the pain down with the flood.
I have lost my heart,
And I feel the emptiness in my chest
I am sure it’s lying somewhere in a dustbin
It’s now worst what was once the best.
I was a fool,
to be open to you
Little did I realise
I should have gently loved you .
Broken heart,
broken home,
broken will,
but we still go on
Thanks to you,
your love is accessible
The one I saved as a fixed deposit
From a time everything was lovable.
I love you,
And am grateful for your love,
I am sorry I dragged you
In my flood of hurt.
Forgive me if you can,
I won’t force it on you anymore.
I am sorry I could not give you the life
You always deserved.
Wish you the best
Better than the rest
Life is a test
A beautiful fest
Glad I could meet you,
Now I know love,
I will forever remember you,
Only for your love.
I am sorry from the bottom of my heart.
“From the starting of the week
I would kiss you on your cheeks
And it’s a good day…
I would bake you eggs and toast
It’s a lovely day to host
And it’s a good day…
I would kiss you on the head
And then snug you on the bed
And it’s just your day…
We would just lay on the bed
From gorgeous morning to sunset
And it’s just love ways…
Beyond the farthest corners of this reality
Beyond the kingdoms of humanity
Beyond the sense of existence
Beyond the rhyme of ecstasy
I’ve got this soothing tune
It will take us to the moon
And we would dance on…
Floating high up in the space
We travel cosmos up in gaze
And we would fly on…
And then we would find our home
A bed of twinkle,Roof of stars above
And we would live on…
To the last of our breaths
And to the first of our deaths
We would dream on..
Beyond the farthest corners of this reality
Beyond the kingdoms of humanity
Beyond the sense of existence
Beyond the rhyme of ecstasy
It’s you and me
Forever to be
Travelling galaxies
We were meant to be. “
Good morning to a dream girl in Denmark…
Love has been the greatest of all desires. Since ages, man and woman have fought for their love interests. Some fought for the woman they loved, some for the men. Many fought for their love for their mother land. I have had my share of battles. Battles I fought for my love. My love that was randomly cheated upon. My love that I handled carelessly. My love that never got it’s love back…only until I met this lovely girl who could love me back.
It’s been more than a thousand days, and I am still in love with this girl. She is my best friend. She is my company to the doctor. She is my movie going friend. She is my beer buddy. She is my GoT friend. She is my Avengers friend. She is my horror movie friend. She is my travel buddy. She is my co explorer. She is my Road trip buddy. She is my queen. She is my girlfriend. She is is my guide. You get the gist. Now this girl is leaving to another country, and it’s bugging me right left and center, and up down and middle. She was the only one I could manage to hang out with. I have no good friends otherwise. What would I do when she is gone ?
What bugs me more is that I only have a 100 days left before she finally takes off, probably to never come back. How will I love without her? This, my friend, is the greatest test of love. And I have finally reached this phase.
Day by day as I inch closer to the day we depart, I cannot stop to wonder and ask myslef how much love have I not expressed yet to her?
And so, to reduce the intensity of my pain and to express my love in lieu of channeling my emotions, I write this Blog .
She loves when I write her a poetry. Earlier I used to send her the poems I wrote for her through emails, hand written letters, text messages, digital posters, etc.
But that makes it a lot of poems un-segregated.
Here, I can share what I feel with the world, on a log, called a blog, that will stay for eternity, at an access of her finger tips. I don’t know if she would still love me when we are away. I don’t know if I would be able to bear the pain of our separation. I don’t know if she would still be mine or move for the sake of getting rid of her pain of being away from me.
Nothing is certain, other than this moment, where I know I have learnt to love her unconditionally.
So knowing these are my final, last 100 days with her, I will try, with my heart mind and soul, to make it all special for her, through what she likes the most, poems.
