My Love

 

My Love

You set the bar,

Too high;

For anyone else,

To love-

Me the same!

Then you left.

Leaving me,

Alone:

To Search for -

My Lost love!

 What am I to do, O dear!

Settle for the less?

Or just satiate, that

i had it-

When i had it!

You taught me, how

To love;

You taught me, how

To be happy;

You taught me, how

To hold hands;

You taught me, how

To laugh;

Only one! you were,

For eternity,

And more;

And then, one day

All of it broke!

I couldn’t see-

The you in you;

I lost my friend,

My companion,

My love,

and everything,

we built:

Still in search,

Where i lost:

You-

My real Love!

Kiss of love

 Kiss of love

He makes my heart,

Skip a beat:

Every time he smiles,

at me;

He makes my heart,

Skip a beat:

Every time he Looks,

at me;

He makes me burn:

Of love and blush;

With every single,

Touch of his!

I tremble, i crave;

I am shy, I want :

I succumb, well

To the kiss, his love;

To the touch, his search;

To the need, his strength;

To hunger, his passion;

To the man, in him:

I kiss him back-

With all my heart;

With all my love,

And lust!

I hold him close:

close, and hard;

Does he know?

I want, i crave:

The scent, the taste,

The mind, body, 

And

The soul!

My Walk

 My walk

Alone i walk ;

Scared ,

to look around;

Scared ,

To look forward;

Scared,

To breathe;

Scared,

To pause;

Scared,

To rest;

All i am able to,

Is walk the walk;

I believed I had,

The company:

In hope i turn around;

I see,

The dark winding paths;

And then,

My own shadow!

Not sure,

Of my path:

I am scared!

i may,

Get back to,

Just Where I started: 

In hope i turn around;

I see,

The dark winding paths;

And then,

My own shadow!

Mourning

 Mourning

I mourn the death:

Of the girl with a bright smile,

And twinkling eyes.

I mourn the death:

Of her hopes to have,

A life full of vested love.

I mourn the death:

Of her wish to have,

A life of music and dance.

I mourn the death:

of a girl Who aspired,

To lead the life,

Of a loving wife;

I mourn the death:

Of all Things she,

believed in;

Of All the vows she,

wanted to keep;

What more, is there to mourn for?

When life decides,

what else To make of her!

The Walk

The Walk

Life is a long walk.

Along lonely dusty roads;

Where you may get a,

Fair company on certain,

Turns and joints;

All of them will for sure,

Say hi and then the bye;

And you are left,

To go on with the walk:

Alone!