Anguish

What is more painful for a lover, than to receive inappropriate reciprocation for the love he showers on her beloved.

At the shore

It was Me
Always at the shore.


It was joy, came high, came fast,
Bathe me, almost drowned,.
When, was it about to take my breath away,
It waved my feet, last of its touch.


It was grief, came creeping, came slow,
Anchored me, almost sucked,
When, was it about to engrave,
Left me, with just the effort to re-surface.


It was friend, came whirling, came dashing,
Splashed me, Coloured me.
When, was it about to tickle a smile,
Left me, standing in embrace.


It was a enemy, came whirling, came dashing
Splashed me, Coloured me
Left me, standing in realization..

It tickled a smile.

 It is Me 

Always at the shore.

My book

To my Soul-mate I replied.

"What more could I say,

My life is but now an open book. 

What more could i say to You, 

My life is but now an open book. 

I didn't matter for You have not inscribed,

Be compassionate to not write with a thorn, I beg".

Says Not Me, but My Heart

I have capped every emotion I had, 

Oh my ! every emotion I had.

For they were about You.

For now let me speak.

Even my heart says, 

"Dear, its been ages I have beated for u "