The moon smiles,
with years of patience,
at the lovers’ drivels,
fantasies and thoughts,
comparisons and yearnings
and wonders
how the following night
would entertain
as it disappears to make way
for the sun and the day
Tag Archive | Lovers
Dream Song
You listen to my ramblings
with wonder and respect
that no one has accorded me
Your cast down eyes
and faraway look
imply a strange proximity
You see beauty
in my plain countenance
and depth
in my shallow eyes
I marvel at my fortune
and remain obliged
to cupid for choosing me
out of the millions
The Last Words
(This poem explores the male point of view)
The autumn flowers were easing away
as were his desires
He sat by the lake
when she came
late by two hours
She started the quarrel, as always,
before he could utter a word
for she had already planned it
She now had her sight on
another man with an overtly big purse
and better prospects
He knew her thoughts
from her eyes
and looked on scornfully
as she uttered the last words
and walked away
She had won
and he had lost,
but so had that concept called love
The Green Wall
They both huddled in a damp building
with fading, light green walls
away from the inquisitive eyes of the world
They held hands and spoke earnestly
and the wall came closer to hear them
He whispered incoherent words into her ear
which she half-understood,
but the green wall blushed bright green
as it understood the meaning of the each word
and its deep implications
Was that wall a woman?
Next he made promises
and the wall went further green
This time with envy
The wall was probably a woman
She waited for him
The next day, the following day
and the whole week
He never came
She wept with sorrow,
no companion to share her grief
but the wall shared her misery,
crying with her,
till its faded green color
further lightened
Yes, the wall was definitely a woman
The Taj Mahal Bench
Do not lower yourself onto this bench
It is not meant for you
Not for lonely people like you
It is a bench made only for lovers
who glide over the stormy waves of love
without losing their way to temptation
It is a bench made only for lovers
with the same focus in mind,
much like the emperor
who built the monument here,
a fruit of his passion
or perhaps his obstinacy
for the world to marvel
But, do not lower yourself onto this bench
Come with the perfect partner
As the bench awaits you, eagerly
Them
(Meet a couple with different mindsets)
The train moves at an alarming speed
and halts reluctantly at a suburb
where nobody waits
except a couple
She looks forlorn,
unashamed tears flowing free
He looks expectant,
not even pretending to listen,
trying to pull his hand away,
desperate to escape the quiet suburb
to the land of opportunities
He boards, hardly looking back
while she stands there
left behind in the race of life
and that of love
Under the Mango Tree
It was not the grating sunlight
But the benevolent moonlight
That the lovers sought
As they huddled together
The mango tree listened, amused,
As they spoke of their dreams,
Future and lingering aspirations
The envious big bird listened too
And spitefully pushed a heavy fruit,
Which missed its target
And fell neatly in front of them
They looked up and thanked the tree
Their thirst satiated
The leaves shook
With silent laughter
At the startled bird
The tree said, ‘Love can never be ridiculed
And lovers are never discouraged’
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