When Respect is Lost...

When respect is lost

Betrayal becomes the order of the day

People turning grey;

I don’t say narrow minded

But their mind is not straight

Unrequited love and agony rules the day

And one’s own guilt is not recognized

Lose guilt, live life is the motto of the day

Scornful imagery all over

Which laughs at you

Fight the battle all alone

Cos betrayal is the order of the day…

Paradox

A paradox should be left in every statement

Cos there is nothing more beautiful than it;

Like a lie intended that turns out to be a truth

A paradox has an art in it; a desire in it;

Like a vision unseen or like an unheard sweet music

This makes you feel enlightened;

But proves to be foolish

Which itself is paradoxical;

Like love which is unrequited

And that makes a beautiful paradox;

That which I hate!!!

Being Grey

Uncertainty in mind,

Doubt in the air,

All queries answered,

But not in completion,

All calls given a reply,

But missed halfway through,

They told it was color,

But I saw it grey.

Light speaks,

But darkness replies;

And the moonlight finds it tough

To fill the darkroom;

Her mind…

The Season of Autumn

The season of Autumn

The leaves burn n become reddish

And get dry and fall

My heart too burns and bleeds

My love too has fallen out

Like the season that resembles death

My hopes too are shattered

But I believe

Like the withered seeds

That are secured beneath the earth

To sprout once the spring arrives

And bloom and spread a smile

My dreams are curtailed for a while

Only to rise up and soar high

A Quote of Love

The chilling wind that blows

When the sun shines bright,

Is exactly the way you smile;

PLEASANT…

I feel the sun’s warm rays on my face,

Kissing me…

And also the cool breeze,

Soothing me…

I close my eyes

And take a deep breath

And what I see

Is just your face

And the vivid expressions

In your eyes…

Season’s daughter;

I LOVE YOU…

My Beloved

MY BELOVED

She’s my beloved

For she has been there supporting me always

She’s shared my love, happiness, grievance, anger and all;

She was my best company I would seek for

She’s loving and caring

She’s been there through the best part of my life, till now

I love her, for she’s my sole critic I would listen to;

She’s my beloved

She’s loneliness…

A December Night

It’s a breezy night

And I sit in my room

With the windows opened before me

I feel the cold wind playing with my hair

It feels divine and serene

I close my eyes

With a pleasant smile on my face

As if under a charm

And what I see is your face

Your silky hair dancing

According to the music played by the wind

And each time your hair

 Falls on your face

Covering your eyes

You brush through those silky black locks

With your slender fingers

 With utmost grace

And the expressions flowing from your eyes

Is something which I cannot resist

And the season plays the cupid

And what fills my mind now

Is just you, your face and your eyes…