Our LOVE Is Here To Stay

Whisper a few words in my ears,
Fingers tingling of my feet,
Foot tapping music here to play,
Drunken people on the street,
And I grab a hand below me,
Sending shiver down my spine,
Our love is here to stay,
And baby you ever smell the same,
Eyes of mysteries and shadows,
We dance till the night turns away,
And the air never felt the same,
Till it whiskered past your shoulders,
Tingling my senses in every way,
And baby our love is here to stay,
Words of love never felt the same,
Till they took a sip of your lips,
And drunkenness overshadowed my senses,
Two pairs of slippers left at the doorway,
Cold sleepy stone steps never felt this way,
And tonight our love is here to stay,
And the feelings felt for you my love,
Will never be felt for someone else again,
As there is no other woman on this earth,
Who makes me go nuts every second,
And I may never feel so insane again,
As madness was a habit never diagnosed,
And doctors said it’s too late my son,
Tonight your love is here to stay,
And the hospital left their belongings,
At the door way and danced away,
Into the night of dreams and love,
And love in this world is here to stay,
As hate may never feel the same again,
You and I shall live the dream again,
And baby our love is here to stay,
And people need some love,
To be the same like they always did,
Again,
This world may never feel the same again,
Baby, our love is here to stay.

Wishful Thinking

When did wishful thinking,
Become a memory of my dreams,
And the longing for the loved ones,
With time and grains on the surface,
Eventually and actually never seized,
But the space in between the surface,
Kept staring at me for eternity,
And the wishful thinking never did breathe,
But the whispers of dreams still haunt me,
When I sleep and the fear creeps over me,
And reverse psychology never worked,
Living a dream again never becomes reality,
And once destined, forever becomes a wish,
And the bridges of thinking collapse over it,
But the pain resurfaces never begs to seize,
Like a wound that never actually wants to heal,
But reminds me each and every day of failure,
Etched all over the surface of tranquility,
I wish someday the thinking would seize,
And dreams would break into a million pieces,
My reflection broken and buried million pieces,
Wishful thinking once becomes a reality,
And I may live that dream for a while now,
In reality after all I’m a human being,
And the heart beats never meant to please,
But crave for that wishful thinking all over again,
And the dreams are no more than reality,
And the reality is no more than an unseen dream,
But actually felt and lived in totality,
And the human heart was never meant to please,
And the shattering of dreams may never seize,
And the human heart was never created,
To live in peace.

Parallel Lines

I wrote a few verses for you, baby,
Poked a few pencils in my eyes,
It never rhymed the way it used to,
Our love was like two parallel lines,
We scribbled a few triangles,
And we scribbled a few squares,
But our heart never had a circle,
What went around never came back,
So the feeling of sadness swept over me,
Took a pencil, poked a few holes in a paper,
And the lines rhymed for the first time,
Miseries and tragedies are a poet’s soul mate,
And the parallel lines meet for the first time,
And the theories of maths went haywire that time,
Poked a few holes in a few scientists tonight,
So they dropped their lab coats and sheets,
Picked up a broken pencil and scribbled,
A few theories tonight,
That rhymed for the first time,
And the whole world witnessed the power,
Of rhymes and verses for the first time,
When I poked a few holes in the sky,
And the earth and sky meet for the first time,
Amalgamation was beautiful from naked eyes,
But the shallow people left a few blotches,
On the skin of the clear sky,
But I remained unperturbed and woken,
And my eyes never slept for the first time,
And drew a probability and a possibility,
That merged together and created hope,
For the first time and so everyone rejoiced,
And I felt miserable for the first time,
As each and every person thought he was a poet,
And so the poets took the path,
Of the parallel lines.

My Beginning

Her chest heaving and the morning dew,
Sliding from her cheek to her neck,
And the sun setting in the midst,
Too afraid of the glare of her,
And in the spur of the moment,
I kissed her below the morning sunless sky,
And the whole world glowed along,
To play a song of love for me and her,
And the sun and moon arms together,
Watched me and her from behind,
In jealousy that they may never meet again,
And their love won’t be as pure as ours,
Outmatching the clear blue sky long time back,
When I kissed her and she shying away,
Blushing away towards the night sky,
And I stood at the edge of the peak behind,
Shouting to the nature and the trees and sky,
That I may never be the same again ever,
In this life of mine and she may never be,
Away from me as I need a heart to stay alive.

Imperfect Love

And the show may not halt in between,
And I may remain as an unseen dream,
As the life once lived cannot be relived,
Make a memory of a few bamboo sticks,
Lovers and dreams and tragedies,
Flex and drift shall survive the scene,
Memories once woven of golden seams,
Rings and kisses of all the possibilities,
Glimpse of a beauty, weakening of the knees,
Memories once painted on the walls of dreams,
Little red bird on the window pane shall sing,
Whirlpool of emotions and I May not blink,
Bird may fly away towards the rainbow scene,
Life once lived like a bunch of bees in sync,
And I may not be more than what I am,
And may be more than what I have been,
And for her may be a few bamboo sticks may lean,
As she outsmarts the beauty of a perfect scene,
And I may be the imperfect beauty within,
As the life once seen cannot be relived,
And I may be more than a dream when she sees,
As there are far less possibilities of me being alone,
In this crowded city of scenes and dreams,
And I may blush her chin with a kiss of my lips,
And the little red bird within me shall sing,
As the life lived without her was never lived,
And I may sacrifice a thousand rainbow scenes,
And live a life of imperfectness with her life within.