The Doubtful Heart

The heart has so much to say but no one to hear it...

It brings with it those breathless days when you wait to clear it...

Sweeping away the hectic dust with the broom of faith…

The wait is long like a lazy snail struggling to bear it…

Why does the heart wish for something which has no importance indeed?

Why is there a hope of growth when there is actually no seed?

Why the roots become so numb at a point when strength is in need;

Why the hell this mind is shattered like rolling groups of beads

That hit from here to there so bad, that make the heart go numb and sad;

That shines in pain and glow in sweat,

Those reflect the despair look of fate,

These beads that once were a chain held so strong

Have lost their hope of forming that bond

Questions indeed there are some more to ask…

Answers, well that’s next to impossible task…

As life juggles through vigorous affairs,

People taking you for granted are a common share…

And the soul just goes through a new phase of wear and tear…

Every-time you doubt yourself in despair.

A Rhythmic Start...

A song in my heart... Calls for A rhythmic start...

A new hope arise..like a far sunrise..

The chirp of morning bird...I recently heard...

To live up again...And shed away all pains...

For love in our lives...we crave once..twice and thrice...

And each time the cries...melt like the ice...

Over and over again...like a see-saw game...

Life has a new surprise...After every story of pain...

To bring up that smile...And travel a mile...

An adventurous route to see...a new hope to dream...

Still somewhere we tend...to look for an End...

A happy one indeed...

A fairy tale it is not every love-story..

But surely one can create a History...

So all i have to say...let love make its way...

As each of our lives is an amazing Mystery..

And as the game plays...listen to what your heart says...

Relish your life as a creamy delicious Pastry.

A Dream that died......

Crave did I, for something so precious to me,

A dream come true, a sensation in few, a new hope to believe...

Sadness a true,  came as a clue, but nothing serious indeed...

But slowly a dew, took away the view, and left only tears to see....

The clue it was, a withering moss, dried somewhere so quietly,

A wild growth, peeped a hope, and took away myself from me.

That withering thought, the dried knot, of love that I carried in my heart beneath,

Vanished away, like a lonely prey, that was hunt somewhere close indeed.

Wandering am I, in a cloud of sigh, my mind like an empty sky of plea,

Nothing so close, a shimmering rose, no reds, no whites, only blacks to see.

Wet in my eyes, my heart that cries, craving still after a hopeless seed,

That will reap a dream, a fearful scream, awaiting the return of lost something.

Show me the Way to Love.....

This little heart of mine,

With a little hope of sunshine,

Cannot identify every line....

Of this speedily running life's rhyme.

Love, is something I may fail to understand,

Understanding is something I may fail to fulfill,

I think deep standing on the brown sand,

While the far waters, lay so still.

One glance of yours, just one it was,

Made that day such a beautiful one,

One word of yours, just one it was,

Made my heart fly, like it was a balloon.

Seeing there in the midst of the sky,

My hopes, my thoughts, they fly so high,

Trying to guess what makes me so shy,

When a shadow of you just peeps me by.

Show my little heart The WAY TO LOVE,

As I want to see how it works,

Dancing in the air, white wings of a dove,

And the heart may not feel any kind of jerks.

Thinking deep and waiting for someone,

Someone who would be all all mine,

Someone who sings in the rhythm of my rhyme,

To take care of me time to time.

Wish in a heart, whosoever I may love,

May or may not be mine.....

Still he may get his serve, to live and love,

From you O Lord, who's world's supreme shine.

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....