(I wanted to write something touching. Somehow I managed to write this new poem imagining a lonely bird singing in the woods. Please read and comment!)
The songbird in the woods
Sings the song of love!
The song which will soothe the ears and mind!
The song which will weave its magic in to the heart!
The song which will cleanse the soul!
The song which could never be forgotten!
The song of inner joy which will make us lose ourselves,
For eternity ...
SRINIDHI.R
The moment had come, my anniversary eve,
As always, same terrace restaurant, a candle light dinner.
Been twenty years now, and it seemed a year only,
Still a lot to know about her likes and dislikes.
Sitting and watching the small cars, looking like shine of stars.
I met her first on the same table I am sitting today,
She was shivering due to cold and fear,
Her lips looked like calling me near.
I smiled made her feel warm and comfortable.
I was in love at first sight,
Her open hair in the breeze made me crazy,
Her blushing, caring and positive vibes touched my heart,
I married and made her my better part.
She loved to the core, made my life wonderful as whole.
My eyes kept looking at the entrance for my wife to enter,
Waiter came and lit the candle, a smile as always on his face.
I gestured and responded and again lost in thoughts,
The checks she kept I loved, my wallet, my mobile and even my wicked smile.
She knew me more, loving to the core,
Our honeymoon, hear feather touch and the smell of aroma around,
I love you my love, my heart was drizzling around.
The warm embrace, the best hug, her sweet dimple……
What else to say, she took my heart,
Waiter came again with a cake, smiled and went.
My eyes kept count on everyone who entered,
But she didn’t come yet, still I waited for her.
The candle was burning so do I, a drop of tear came from my eyes,
She went shopping and meanwhile booked the seats at restaurant,
While crossing road, an accident and it was all over.
Her body is still at home, but I had promised we will be here on anniversary,
Still I am waiting for her to come, and the candle is still burning.
Vaibhav Nagar
She chews my hair
And bites my pants
And chases away the mice!
She climbs the wall
And eats the fish
Oh god! She’s so nice!
She’s clever and old
And plump and large
Her skin’s pure white!
She lives in my room
With a long tail
And with a face so bright!
After all, she’s my kitten
I love her,
And so, I write!
SRINIDHI.R
My first Quatrain(A 4 Lines poem)
The Fairies Arrive
Fairies stood by the door,
In the breaking dawn
With loving arms,
The day I was born…
SRINIDHI.R
A man who has recently lost his wife remembers and recollects certain nostalgic thoughts about his wife. Though I am still a student and not married, something in me wanted to imagine a situation like this and I poured out my feelings and thoughts…
O MY LOVE! I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU......
SRINIDHI.R
