YOU & I

You & I

You were the one who told me not to stress on us & let it be,

So i started looking at life with the hope of a brighter possibility.

I still remember the day we got in touch with each other,
Which was initiated by one of my blackberry brothers.

My best moment of owning a blackberry (geeky reference) was when we exchanged pings.

It was almost magical to see a smile draw up my face when I read your replies to my pings,

moments like these were the happiest & also the time when I’d hear the sweet sound of your voice.

Since then, I’ve had so many memories that just kept building up in my head,
Memories of all the moments we had, memories of you & me.

You & I, are still one of the cherished things I have,
I’m so glad you did not allow me to label it.

It’s things like these that make me look up to you,
& some how it feels like, my life’s got better since you’re a part of it.

The thing we have is hard to label & I love that.

It’s like the dog I had while I was growing up,
Whenever I was harsh & reprimanded him, he’d go away & be sad.

But the moment I’d call him, he was there filled with joy, love and happiness.

I could tell you that, you’re the brightest star in my sky, but I won’t.

I’ll just honestly say that, you & I are like the only 2 snowflakes who always get along beautifully.

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A Cup of coffee

 

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The first cup with you, has the feeling of anxiety & anxiousness,

Which is a little strong on the tongue but light on the heart.

I have this feeling of not knowing what’s across the table,

but still peaking over the fence, trying to get a glimpse of what lies beyond those beautiful eyes.

These moments demand the right choice of words to spark that conversation,

But with someone like you across the table, all the words are the right ones.

My eyes brighten & my heart softens as you speak about yourself,

I sit there listening to you as I mentally tick these check-boxes in my head.

Within a few minutes she seems to be this girl whom I have always pictured,

who’s always on the move & moving on to new things.

Now I end up playing this guess game in my mind, trying to know what she thinks of me?

My quest to know & discover her, grows with every passing day.

As i try to initiate things, I’m summoned to let her be and give her some space,

So I stepped back, letting time work its charm,

hoping that someday that charm will work itself to me.

To this moment I wait for it,

I wait for her to ping me or call or to hear the sweet melody of her voice.

Oh! how I wait for that moment.

The Spiritual Man

spiritual man

The Spiritual Man

This is about a person who does things for others rather than for himself,
he believes in a higher power and the universe.

According to him the only distraction in the world is ‘GREED’
He believes in making the world a better place than it was before he was here.

Trampling people/feeling under his foot due to the running clock is not his thing.
He spends time with people because he wants to & not because he needs anything from them.

Every sunrise for him is not just another day,
It’s another chance for him to spread more joy, love, & happiness than he did yesterday.

In his lifetime, he has met a lot of people around the globe
but with every look, he tries to see the good in people rather than the other things.

His eyes are now drying up, as finding good in people is like finding stars in a well-lit city
that big, soft heat is now hardening due to the ungratefulness of people around him

He still takes on every day with the hope of changing things in the world for good

You may call this ‘Spiritual Man’ as perfect/good or any such names

But the truth is that this amazing person doesn’t exist as a whole,
there are bits & pieces of his traits in every person.

But we still won’t lose hope & will continue to encourage such people
because hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things & no good thing ever dies

A friend like you

A friend like you

A friend like you

 

She’s unknown as a mystery & yet as open as a book

She can spin the sour mood away from your heart,
A breathe of fresh air is what she is

With a voice that touches your heart,
She is one who always has a special place in there

Like the sun who shines on the moon,
you too are always there for me.

At times I feel like you & I can dance through all the ups and downs that life throws at us,
When I speak/talk to you everything else just goes quiet.

In life we all have chapters that are very close & dearest to us,
for me the chapter of ‘You and I’ is going to be that one.

This what we have is not worth the label of ‘goodbye
The sizable time that we’ve known each other already seems like ‘forever

For me you are that friend,
Who will always be my sunshine after the rain.

Her story

her story

 

I’ll try to do complete justice to this one,
as I try to put my simple words across beautifully for someone.

Some stories are such which are not read or written but experienced,
I have been so close to this one that I wish this was my story.

She walks in with the title of a ‘wonderful human being’
with nothing but a smile which is thrown in all directions.

What she seeks is clarity & simplicity,
yet goes through the day with such humility.

Like the sun is not missed in the morning,
her greetings are also not missed with every encounter.

She understands the words spoken & non –spoken,
with absolute ease is how she mends your heart when it is broken.

The feeling that plants have when rains strike,
is the same that you will have with her if the right chords are what you strike.

Like a mirror she is reflective,
you get what you show.

She can fool you with her naughty eyes & flirty smile,
but beware as the keeper of her heart is always around.

A person like her is hard come by,
and very few have the unique privilege of knowing her closely.

Intangible City

paradise city

 

 

This city has moved from the books to the globe,
a place which is so real & alive that it grows on you.

A city with no pain or sorrow,
the citizens of which are like freely moving clouds in the sky.

A place where the sun is brighter,
and the breeze is windy.

Where the grass is greener,
and the view is better.

A place where people live in love & joy,
Where borders, nationality, religion, race & caste are names of toys.

Some place where the people are grateful,
and everyone in that place are extremely hopeful.

A place where the cycle of nature is not observed but also respected,
Some place that relaxes you & makes your soul happy.

Some call it utopia, yet others call it one of the places on the globe,
The fact of the matter is that this place exists inside all of us.

Your Reflection

your reflection

You’re the sweetest person I’d ever meet,
You’re someone I’d long to greet.

I’d replicate  you one day & make many more,
You’re an integral part of my core.

You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be,
& you’re always the reason for my glee.

You form poems barely with your words spoken,
To me those poems are always pieces of small love token.

I wish you had the slightest clue,
that being different & angry is not what you always do.

You calm me down when I’m hyper,
just to show me how to make things simpler.