Reins of life | Quotation

Sooner or later, you'll have to take the reins in your hands.
The later that happens, lesser the time you will have to alter your course.

Begin to trust | Quotation

How many times have we adjusted our actions to the likings of those around us, to the likings of those whose worth is unknown to us, and yet we offer them the capability to guide our decisions, our minds? 
Let us begin to trust ourselves

The eyes of a lover | Quote

What is there? Hidden?

Something..... in those eyes....

Picture Courtesy: Google Image

I crave for | Romantic Poem

Well, for those who like chocolates, this poem is for you, 

And for those in love, you are what this poem is about.

I crave for ....

I crave for your beauteous face,

which in the vacuity, bestows a smile,

giving my heart a tough race,

and

simultaneously calming it, in a short while.

I crave for your arms, and the warmth it contain,

I crave for your lips, and the kiss from which they refrain,

I crave for your heart, and the love it sustain,

I crave for the two of us, leaping in the rain.

Intention matters?

How many times does it happen that we try to fend our actions, while we should have accepted the fault lying within?

Being right

Life would have been much simpler if we followed this fact.

Being right requires no justification.
It's right. That's it.

All I want is to be your wife

This is that piece of my writing, because of which I actually continued writing; given how frequently my hobbies change ;)

It's one of my oldest poems, when I was still a fuccha! 

It also started my legacy of winning prizes at fests :D 

It is. Simple. Romantic. Gentle. Passionate.

A challenge is all I ask of life,

all it means for me is to strive,

more to think, more to work,

passing successfully through all the jerk.

But who knows, when life will turn about?

and since it has been, I've been just figuring it out.

When it happened? I don’t remember,

in front of you I had surrendered,

it was then that I found what love is all about,

which is the job of a stout.

I remember in rain our dance,

for me it was a state of trance,

when I found your palms around me by chance,

and

I blushed due to the sizzling romance!

Drenched | Poem

During one of those times when it rained heavily in Delhi, I was on the roof singing, dancing (like normal people do, shaadi wala dance types) and doing a little bit of thinking as well. Later on when I thought about those thoughts, I realized of framing them up in a romantic poem.

This one which I'd published over the web months ago,  which you'll now be reading as a re-post.

Life trickled down through my crust,

I let it hover around with all my trust,

my fragrance sublimates and goes along,

like a lover consumed by wanderlust.

My chest pressed against the sandy floor,

each crash of thunder made my pulse soar,

the drops promised from where they belong,

my happiness conveyed  with the clouds roar.

Paramour: A Secret Lover | Poem

A few years ago I came across the word 'Paramour', and decided that I'l use this somewhere in my writings. Then I didn't realize that it'll be a poem, one day.

Paramour means a secret lover, in many cases it can even mean an illicit partner, although here it has been described in a pure and simple manner. 

Here the girl secretly admires a man, and this poem describes the journey of revelation, of her identity as his lover.

Quiescent eyes,

iridescent black,

turns aside.

A luring smile,

a pious track.

Inertia fails,

into his black

I plunge again.

Soothing chaos,

warrior at peace,

feelings impinge,

desires take rein.

Enigma resolved,

infinity defined,

reason explained,

purpose fulfilled.

Soul touched,

an eternal affect,

like shadow in sun

we connect.

Where the sky meets the earth | Poem

Well, pictures tell a story! Yes, that's true.

On my recent Goa trip, I clicked the picture below and the rest was easy.

Amidst the palms, and their fronds

a pair of eyes looked beyond,

casting away the lengthy trunks, 

the sweetness of the fruits attached,

to accomplish a mission of their own,

those eyes, simply, looked beyond.

The winds, swaying the thick fronds

carried the vision of those eyes across,

towards the destined isolation:

as the sole witness to a rendezvous

kept by the Sky and the Earth.

At a far and distant place,

did they decide to meet;

away from palms, and their fruits

away from life, and the living,

in the stillness of the infinite,

followed by those eyes.