The first dewdrop

Stuck in my eyes,

unhindered,  were his words ;

without a blink, he focused on me;

he admired my soul;

like it was the first time;

he saw me open up;

all i felt was, a thousand flowers blooming within ;

like every time his eye lashes scribbled the most romantic epic in my heart;

my heart was pounding, like the chugging of the train approaching me;

every step he took, the heartbeat was echoing much more;

as I could feel the heat of his body against mine;

I just shut my eyes,

an unknown hormone, buds a smile on my lips;

drying away my throats;

like awaiting the downpour of the rain;

I raised my  neck, enough to be pecked rightly;

finally, our breaths were bouncing against each other;

and then , i felt the tiny drop of dew on my lips;

and I smirked, as If i was soaking in the first rain of my life.



Every feather of my thought- is just You

Your fingers, painting the most exotic one on me;

as it drifts across and sprays the paint on the canvas which is me;

i feel like a rainbow, soaked in every colour that encompasses you;

each moment is like we are sailing together in the boats of our dreams,

under the blanketed night sky;

the dreams, wherein, i am just the right flower for you taste the honey.

as i bloom, in every drop of love from you,

you take me to ecstasy, beyond my thoughts,

you pecked away , every feather of my thoughts;

unbuckling me into space, where you are the only gravity;

that held me closer, a breath away.


The end

for a moment,I felt the sky fall apart,

even the earth drifted apart;

was the pain of humiliation;

or the pain from the known;

it just intimidated my thoughts for a second;

as I dreaded, everything was falling apart ;

shattering in front of me, like i was the witness to watch,

did my one-step go wrong; or was it just me , who is left to be in pain;

nothing stirred my thoughts ;

everything was coming to an end,

an end , which becomes me.



The Neglected One


Her happiness never knew how to be celebrated;

her sorrows never knew, what it meant to outburst;

all she did was compress everything within her,

her dreams never went beyond her thoughts,

her pain never touched anyone’s heart;

she was like the untouched, neglected one ;

her agony, perished her into a deep depression,

curbing her from everything that kept her happy,

the moment she felt she could move on;

the roots of her despondency just pricked her too hard,

hard enough to bleed her within;

her eyes were always filled, just enough to contain;

the difficulty to let her tears overflow her fake smile,

was indeed the hardest she could.

In spite of all these, she moved ahead,

burying her agony, and masked herself into a smile,

that could deceive the world.