Her whisper sounds like a fish
napping in water
like the chatter of teeth on a cold winter night
like a turtle walking across the wooden floor
a single individual tap dancing along the stage
a child taking an itty bitty bite into a soft apple
birds nibbling on seeds
Like the soft bounce of a rubber ball
like a small rock hitting the ground
the sound of a happy baby
and the breathing of a sleeping one
like the blast of a silent gun
a heart delicately beating up against one’s ear
like a gentle kiss from a loved one
like Spanish dancers performing a simple melody
a high note played on a piano
a serene knock at the glass door
like the clap of young children enjoying a concert
like the clatter of wind chimes on a breezy day
like children laughing from a distance
like the sound I heard when she tip-toed into the room
and calmly said “I love you”.
The moon tries every month in vain To paint a picture of your face; And, having failed to catch its grace, Destroys the work, and starts again.....
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Shahajaan and his Begum
The Taj alongside the river
It’s Waverly impression flowing on the water
The tranquilizing silence
Soft music flowing
The beautiful darkness of the night
The silent moon onlooks
Then the ‘kashti’ pierces the impression
And everything is shattered!!!
And after a moment the Taj forms again on the water.....
I can feel the love of Shahajaan for her
And what he felt on being apart
The trauma and the ecstasy
All clear in the view
The Taj Mahal, the silent moon and you.....
The Taj that night was beautiful.
And the peeping moon besides the tomb
As if it is a part of the marvel
All things so poetic
But then again – is she lying in the tomb or
Is she the moon?
I love when I'm in love
I love the gifts I share
I love to have her in my sights
to show her that I care
I love to see her smile
I love to hear her wit
I love to have her beside me
so next to her I sit
I love the way she smells
I love the way she walks
I love the way she smiles at me
during our many talks
I love the way way is
She is my pride and joy
But I'm afraid she'll just find in me
a frightened little boy .....
orchestra faintly
the moonlight on her shoulder
never forgotten .....
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And Love made a magic snare .....
My Lady's arms. When they are not there,
My breath comes short, I pant and choke in pain;
But when they tighten round my neck, I live again.
Am gonna read it over and over again... loved it :)
I really like the simple yet so powerful imagery you have employed in this poem... very very well written.
The moon tries every month in vainTo paint a picture of your face;And, having failed to catch its grace,Destroys the work, and starts again.....
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Under the Harvest Moon
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.
Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable - questions.
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A lazy evening,
And the full moon,
And the stars shining bright....
Your bewitching smile,
Like the swaying of a million roses,
In vast open fields....
Piano in the foreground,
Violins behind,
And the guitar strumming closeby.....
The symphony played.........
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Those twelve days in a year,
Are really special.
That chosen day in a month,
Means so much to us.
I wait for it,
I circle that date on my planner,
I prepare in a million ways
How am I going to react.
I want to look my best on that day.
And then when the sun finally rises to the occasion,
I wait for her with a bouquet of flowers.
And then as I see her coming,
I forget all that I had planned.
I just sit next to her,
Staring at her face,
She has so much to say.
She keeps on speaking,
And I, I simply listen to her.
She keeps on talking,
Her eyes dancing on the tunes of her lips,
Her hands sway in the air
As if she is conducting some music.
And then when she bids good-bye,
And as her vision parts from my eyes,
I realize that I again forgot to say something,
To say that I love her.
And that diamond ring,
Still remains in my pocket,
Desperately wanting to go through her finger.
I wait for one more month,
To meet her again,
And then I meet her,
Again to forget what I wanted to say!
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**Was it written
Somewhere,
In some time,
In some place,
That you would,
I would,
We would,
Meet.
And be lovers this way?
Fate did you watch,
In wonder?
I did.
Like Gentle breeze flowing through the palm trees ...
Like the stars that shine softly far away .....
She must also have been a fairy or a goddess to have such an ordinary mortal like me fall so insanely in love with her.
It was like a church to me.
I entered it on soft foot,
Breath held like a cap in the hand.
It was quiet.
What God was there made himself felt,
Not listened to, in clean colours
That brought a moistening of the eye,
In movement of the wind over grass.
There were no prayers said. But stillness
Of the heart's passions-that was praise
Enough; and the mind's cession
Of its kingdom. I walked on,
Simple and poor, while the air crumbled
And broke on me generously as Love.
(- The first time I saw her.....)
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