Tag Archives: love

In line

I know i stand in line
and don’t have any say
but i pretend it’s fine

For bit of sunshine,
to prickle down my way
I know i stand in line

Is love never to be mine
hopes grow and die each day
but i pretend it’s fine

don’t you again assign
to break me like clay
I know i stand in line

Either mortal or divine
each does my soul slay
but i pretend it’s fine

Give me just one sign
life forever won’t b gray
I know i stand in line
but i pretend it’s fine

This form of poetry is  Villanelle (Click to learn more about it)
Prompted @ Carry On Tuesday
Also submitted to One Shot Wednesday

Transition in Love

They both felt the strain; the effort not to stumble. It was a tough phase of transition from long distance relationship to living together. They were walking on two ends of a broken bridge – holding and balancing each other. It was either doom or glory. She grimaced but then smiled. Love conquers all.

Prompted at Thursday Tales & 3WW

Also submitted to Flash55

Image Credit : mjagiellicz

Imagining love

Again, with a new excuse, new hope,
building for me, a new resolve,
imaginary exchange
words,wishes,ideas,
i create,for me,
wondering when,
i can stop
loving
you

This is a dedication to every love that died being nurtured only by one of the two hearts involved.  The love that had to e buried half way through. The love that could be, but never was …

Prompted @ Sunday Scribbling

Submitted also to One Shot Wednesday

First learned Nonnet from Leo’s blog here

Lonely without you


Wearing your favorite shirt
i lie alone in the bed tonight,
from miles away we recollect
memories etched in the mind.

the molten kisses on cold skin
the muffled and muted cries
the images make me so lonely,
i keep turning sides all night

the way you wrapped me tight
in your warm and loving embrace
has left its phantom feel on me
something i don’t want to escape.

distances are just a reminder
of the passion that only we know
and what finally i settle with is
our love that makes the bonds.


Submitted to One Shot Wednesday

The white fairy

He woke up late… very late;he two hours late in meeting her. Though he knew she would have slept off by now, he still logged in to the messenger.

“hey !! you there ?”

“m waiting…”

.

.

.

“guess you slept off early…  bye ,, miss you”

“:* >:D<”

The last message was exactly 35 min after the first..

She never was late. she never missed a day to be here. She was so perfect,she appeared to be so for sure ! And he was totally crazy for her. The most talked about flirt of the town was single for the whole month now. Exactly the same time she had been in his life – draped in a white dress, hair covering her face,pink flowers in hands,she stood in a huge window. Little had he realized, it was the window to his heart she knocked.

He smiled as he gathered these thoughts. He was turning into a poet or what, he laughed to himself ! He had not stepped out of his house in the past 1 month. Sleeping, chatting with her, eating, chatting, sleeping again had occupied his time off from work. He must be going insane he mused as he gauged the mess around him.

An hour later as he sat down to rest in his newly cleaned room, he saw her come online.

“Hey, dress your best in 5 min”

“why” he asked confused

“just thought to have a video chat. don’t you wanna look good the first time atleast?”

“you mean i will see you”

“i guess that’s what it means !!”

Finally the “white_fairy” will reveal her face, he was full of smiles thinking about it. As soon he was ready,the bell rang. Cursing the guest, he opened the door wearing a big frown.

And there stood his angel, his “white_fairy” in the same white dress holding the same pink flowers.

Smilingly she entered his heart’s window and closed them shut with a kiss, filling her sunshine in him, his house and his life.

Self admiration

my smile arrives,
from lips to eyes,
i hug myself tight
smile getting bright.

i gaze into my image
reading my soul’s page,
and bend my head a little
like solving some puzzle.

hug
dreamy hug

then suddenly i feel
as if you can see me,
i bury my blushing face
into my hug’s empty space.

before i can recover well
from this act of foolishness,
often i get your sudden call
as if you really read my heart.

i smile on being questioned
“what you busy doing my love”
how to tell i was admiring myself
but the admiration is yours to tell.