Beautiful Blessing

Fresh from a long night sleep..

Driven by the satisfaction of your time..
After having the time of worship..
I realize the beautiful blessing I have..
That is you..
I praise thee oh You beautiful heavenly creature..
For giving me the peace which I seek..

Love Bite

Since I hardly slept last night...
So I thought to wake you up with a bite..
Firstly don't worry I am all right..
Not to give you a fright..
But to give you an indelible love bite..
This amateurish poet writes..
A song as free as a playful kite..
To soar and reach unknown heights..
For you to me: was, is and will always be right..

Quote: Albert Camus

"You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.": Albert Camus

I think its referring towards me getting royally screwed..

Quote: Dan Zadra

"Worry is a misuse of imagination." Dan Zadra

Indeed...Indeed...I wonder how much of a misuse is done by us..

Sing Out A Song

A moment with you is better ..
Better that moment with any other..
An In that single single moment..
I feel all the happiness of the world..
Takes away all the pain, sorrow and sufferings..
And in those moments..
I sing out a song..
Sing out a song to your name..
Singing I love you girl..
I Miss you girl..
I love you girl..
Thank You for being there..

Her Company

Such is her simplicity..
She says thanks sometimes...
Sometimes she says it to me..
Her kind words reflect an even kinder character...
The truth being its only me who should be thankful..
Thankful and Lucky to be in her company..

Charms My Soul

I wonder..
Why do I feel happy when I am with you..
Why the ecstasy in your presence..
Why my heart jumps around by just thinking about you...
Then I realize..
That definitely its not because of me...
But its your charisma...
which charms my soul...

Thankful

Lucky is not I have always been..
Of late my luck has been green..
For there is someone who cares..
Some who takes troubles..
Even when the requirement is none..
Feeds me...
Dresses up for me...
Gives me her time...
Likes me ...
Makes love to me...
And somewhere hidden is the love for me..
Oh my angel let the grace of yours may never diminish...
Thankful is what I can only be ...

Quote : Christopher Hampton

Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs: Christopher Hampton

Hilarious ....

More Than I Deserve

Happiness is what everyone pursues..
Trying hard to fill those shoes..
It is a mystery which gets revealed...
Over time peel by peel..
To me it was like a gust of wind..
Which blew away my soul..
Flying me to heights unknown..
I thank thee for giving me more than I deserve..

My Own

She lays beside...
Dreaming so peacefully..
This moment she is alone...
In her own world where she escapes...

Her hair wilder than her wild spirit..
Her breast rises and fall with every breathe..
Her posture is of unknown defiance...
Her stillness...
Her actions in this state..
Are like a murmuring brook...
Creating ripples at its shore...

Her presence is like a music..
A beautiful song...
The most melodious one I have ever heard...
Gives me creeps..
Gives me joy...
Makes me fall deep into slumber...
She is like a song to be heard again and again...

She denies, for she is in denial..
She denies for she is afraid...
She denies for she is a free spirit..
She cannot deny for once...
That we are something together..
The nomenclature of which does not exist..

I carry her in my body ...
I carry her everywhere
And I carry her essence in my soul...
She is like a wind...
Blowing across in its own grandeur...
But I get garrulous
For I desire her to be own and only my own..

Will You??

The day dedicated to love...
For those who are in love...
For those hoping to be in love..
To celebrate the joy which is called love..

The day when the rose moving around in back pocket...
Passes to someone else's back pocket...
Half of them not knowing whether it will be there tomorrow...
Still the fear is not great enough to stop..

For the one who fear cannot begin...
A creation can always go wrong...
For sometimes it is good to believe..
Sometimes its better to have faith than none..
Thus the negativity do not deter me ...
From asking you this..

That today
Will you be mine...
Mine as a girl is for boy...
Will you be my girl..

At Her Beside

She sits..
She watches..
She brings together her brow..
Being affected by the sentiment..
Which is getting displayed in the front...

Her little toes are out of the sheet
Saying hello with discreet
Her finger crosses each other...
Displaying the focus she portrays...

Her hair is well kept...
Flowing with passion abreast..
The top which sticks on her skin...
Showing the perfection she IS..

Sometimes she gapes with her mouth open..
The pout in the depth of which I would prefer to dive..

In all the process...
Sometimes..
Just sometimes she gets distracted...
By the attention seeking useless creature..
At her beside...