KRIATION....? What does it mean....?

My name is Kriti....and it means Creation. So I decided to pick the initials of my name...KRI,,,and the prefix of its meaning...ATION....and so...KRIATION :) ...

Please Come Back....

I wrote this poem long time back when I was 16. I had a really close friend in my school and things grew bitter between us. But I missed her friendship a lot. This poem was solely dedicated to her.

It all started with a little fight,

The door of our friendship was locked so tight,

At last it opened, as it came out to say,

" Your friendship is granted a bright new day..."

Together we traveled in the same ship,

Our hands had a very tight grip,

The breeze of our lives was so cool,

Filled with love was our friendship pool;

Suddenly it was interrupted by a new form,

The cool breeze of or lives became a worse storm,

Slowly and gradually it cracked away,

In the mirror of our friendship, it had no aid.

Still today, you aren't dat near,

Still today I have a fear,

The one who harmed us, is so close to you,

That's my thought, which may not be true.

PLEASE COME BACK, so that once again,

Forgetting all sorrows, giving up pains,

We get a chance to travel in the same ship,

Holding our hands with a tight grip;

I promise you, if it happens so,

I am sure of one thing, and want to let you know,

No one will dare to break apart us,

And we can be together , without a fuss...

I know, a Mirror with a crack in it,

Cannot be hidden, even a bit...

But still I will wait for your return,

As my dearest friend, nothing wrong have we done.

Is this LOVE????.........

Love, a small four letter word,

A word that is so often heard,

Just four letters, says it all...

And human's heart takes a huge fall,

Fall, for someone, who was once a stranger,

Fall, for something that could be a danger,

Fall, for someone who was a close friend,

Fall, for something which sets a new trend.

Love, what does it mean really,

Love,has it anything to say clearly?

Is it about feelings, emotions and care...

Or does it have to do only with wear and tear.

Does it knock your heart before coming?

Does it make any kind of sweet humming?

Does it come and make you restless forever?

Does it make you feel like you felt never?

Love's a mystery, nobody's understood still,

Its like climbing an unending hill,

Its like paying long-long bills,

Its like eating sweet-bitter pills.

Its an addiction, once had never goes,

An endless ocean where your heart flows,

Sometimes gives you joy and cheers,

Otherwise, only sadness and tears.

It comes with no warnings or alerts,

Everyone will surely lose their hearts,

As Love is experienced by all those alive,

Its something, for which each one of us strives....

The cool breeze Touched my Heart.....

Sunset at Nal Sarover, Ahmedabad
This poem is the first one I ever wrote. I was very much moved with an unusual splash of rain that happened one evening  of the year 2004. I just wrote down what I felt in the form f a poem...and here it goes...

Far beneath the sky I saw,

A never ending beauty,

The green creation that was raw,

After the brown city.

The sky was fresh,

With the clouds that were grey,

The water was good enough to splash,

Followed with the rainy spray.

The breeze was cool,

With joyful thoughts that often came and went.

That green creation was simply cool!

With all those leaves that bent.

Ah! What a wonderful sight, has God given to me today...

Ah! A heartily thanks for such a lovely spray...

Its not winter, nor its hot, nor its a rainy day,

But in short, a mixture of all, to make one pleasant day..

As far as my eyes reach,

There is pure grey in the sky,

And as deep as I can feel,

Is the cool touch of the breeze that just passed by.