The Rustic Love

The Rustic Love 

The longing, the void,

Is so absurd;

Yet the joy of love,

Is boundless sure.

Does my love,

Feel the same intense;

If not, the pain beget,

Is much severe;

The heart beats,

With much exalt.

Filling veins with,

Love throughout.

If so, may it overflow; Oh Lord!

Catch all of it, to brew your draught;

The Aching Irony

The Aching Irony

The Ache that transcends,
Is so deep for the words;
When the love is so real,
Yet Surreal!

Oh, Not sure; How it is so;
But very sure, it's there for true.

The fear of the pain after,
Wants me to keep it virtual.
Yet, the deepflooded emotions,
Makes me crave for the real.

Yet again; it's worse.
Nothing is real, if kept virtual.
But no identity; if made real!

Never can I claim,
For what I do not own;
Nor can I hint,
On how much I owe;

Oh! Such a beautiful one it is;
Yet so absurd ;

I stand by the truth.
Oh God! May it be the truth.

A word for the star

A word for the star  - who is so afar..

For me, you are the distant star,

Smiling from the skies afar.

Always there to guide me right,

Brightening life With kindly light.

I can feel the love unbound;

All I can do is to let rebound;

I always want to be there for you.

But never can I be with you.

I may say I want you dear;

But never can I own you more;

You are the one I look up for,

Sharing merry, and the worry.

I do probe a lot on you,

Never to dare be nearby you;

It's a promise, I make for you,

A piece of mine is all for you.

While I remain the star gazer,

From land afar with unbound care.

May The Power, let you shine,

For time eternal ever so bright.

I want to see you in my skies,

Shining brightly ever at night.

Silence - By Choice

Silence - my choice

The intense urge,

To be silent:

The choice, to respond not ;

Or to post;

May it be right or wrong,

The assertions and negations,

Endless debates and the truths,

Opinions and the blabber;

The world is full of noise,

Both real and virtual!

It makes me much tired,

To voice my own mind.

Then I think, of the why;

To just get more likes and wows?

If not for yet another,

Noisy debate?

My voice is mine; my life too.

And I choose it stay with me.

No bother if another agree,

No bother if they don't.

Let the world be at peace.

Let the silence be in reign !

The Happy Cheeks

              The Happy Cheeks

They tend to glow of ecstasy !
To have got streak- ridden finally ;

To have seen the broad daylight,
When hopes were none so murky bright.
Getting to bathe, in the warm sunlight ;
And breathe in, as much as air it might ;

Flaunting it's tanfree self with pride ;
Glowing and shining in all delight.
Reminding it did exist after all ;
Beneath the streaks to be found by all.

They tend to glow of ecstasy,
To have got streak- ridden finally!