The last love poem...

Sometimes Love just stays there

In the same street you walk on everyday

Even if not in the company of the special one...

Sometimes Love stays suspended in thin air

When morning wakes up in the same way;

Vivid blue skies like a lake and peaceful clouds like a drifting swan...

Sometimes Love remains in the lyrics of a familliar song

Catching the strings of your heart each and everytime

Just like a faint smile or a faint smell, bringing it all back again...

Sometimes love is long ago gone

And we live only by past memories, by good old times

And we learn that Love is also about accepting the pain...

Sometimes Love is not only about dating and flirting

But a journey of inner discovering

Where the heart learns to give without ever thinking...

Sometimes Love is like a sweet bird chirping

Bringing a little tint of magic in everything;

Keeping the heart safe in sweet feelings....

At times Love goes away

Whispering good bye without any word

Leaving the heart cold and sore...

Love is neither about being proud or showing who gets the 


last word

Because when Love goes away

The proud man becomes humble to the world

And inspite of being rich, has nothing much left anymore...

Love is neither about riches, scorning or human logic

It is only about feelings, you may call it magic

magic that makes two people sacrifice everything

And create joy out of nothing...

Love is to be cherished and respected, to be grateful for 
having it

For life hold essence without it....

Love tale..

There was once a girl

As frail as a young flower

And untainted as the first morning light...

One day she met with a young man;

A brave fellow busy saving the world,

Who had forgotten that he needed a lover...

So they met, it was love at first sight

He taught her to trust and open her heart

She taught him all about living and smiling...

Months flew by; January was tender,

February was a time of sweet discovery;

March and April were the culmination;

Their souls were bound and their hearts were flying

Across limpid skies reserved only for a lover..

But then, it came a time when reality

Left everything in oblivion

And they had to part

Even if she never wanted to

Even if he was caught in between his love and his troubles...

One year is gone by

Yet their love remains suspended in summer skies

No meeting, no phone calls

But they cannot stop their dreams or make their mind falter...

The last Song

New day peeping in;

It will soon be New Year with new promise and faith

Blowing by the memories of old days

Until everything will only be the last song

Or a tale imprinted in some forgetting memory…

Like the sun shining in after a long, pallid winter

Like waking up after a nightmare

New times are peeping in;

Times for the heart to feel safe;

Faint smiles and tints of sunrays

A new day, a new dawn;

Lush greeneries, clouds like polished ivory…

A new song will play for the Believer

A song of faith and gentle care..

A silent, still Faith…

Lately, I’ve not been practicing Faith;

Not been offering sweet prayers and smiling

Or offerings flowers on pink mornings…

Yet my faith is still there in the depths of my heart

A silent, still Faith;

Plaintive but not protesting,

A faith that keeps following

The daily routines, the heart aches until a new start…

I might be smiling and existing

And quietly there goes a prayer each now and then,

A prayer of delivery

Not only for me, but all those lone souls

Simply living upon faith on every new morning

A faith that wavers each now and then

But which never dies off from the memory;

Burning like a small candle whenever we fall…

Maybe not all tales become fairy tales

Once upon a time, there was a prince and a princess

Courting by a limpid lake, under blue summer skies…

He was a warrior inside, but gentle and caring;

She was a rose grower at heart, living in the midst of an ivy garden…

They were meant to share love and richness

Dreaming of being held together by nuptial ties,

Innocent dreams reflected by sweet feelings…

They were lost in their own heaven

Until one day the War called the Prince to fight

And he renounced his princess

Choosing instead the lone life of a monk over her…

She tried to explain to him that some bonds last beyond time

But the Prince chose Reason over Love

Abandoning the lonely princess midway…

She now wears the veil of silence and solitude

Living in lone green fields waiting for flowers to turn golden

Lost in the memories of her prince…

He leads a lone fight but he is empty inside,

Lost in the memories of his princess…