Poetry Nook

As darkness descends, Angry and unforgiving I look for shade In the night of gloom Amidst chaos The night flower blooms Under a sky full of stars And keeping ahold of A bag full of dreams I look for a place to pause Been running in the wilderness too long And my…

What do those Rustic pages hold for you? I can see, A bookmark peeping through, Handpainted ? Why do you always carry it In that rumpled brown bag of yours? There, I see a tear glistening A storm brews in But ah! that smile How do you do that Even when you are falling…

The sun sears through my closed eyes My parched throat Looking for the elixir That gives life I look up in the sky The yellow ball of fire Relentless Unforgiving and seething with anger Looks back I am walking on a barren land The greens have all escaped Is there a…

My fingers tap On vibrant screen aglow And yet the romantic in me Yearns for something written Painstakingly with busy hands That seldom have time to pause I crave for the smell of a folded letter The creases telling many a tale They tell me if you were in a hurry Or…

Forgotten I shall be When you won’t remember How I looked like How I cut my sandwiches In exact triangles How my eyes would wander, deep in the horizon For a bird faraway How I laughed on mundane jokes And always wrote you notes How I tucked my hair When I was too busy…

Behold the darkness Its dreadful you say? If you ask me it never is so elusive As your fleeting sunlight Which hardly has the mood to shine Somedays it frolics around With dark clouds And somedays it burns me up Searing through the core of my eyes Somedays I need it…

Do you know How meteorites are made, love? When the universe was colliding Making and breaking sun and star, A few pieces of ancient dust Escaped the mindless war They ran and hid In the dark bylanes Till everything turned quiet They tip toed in the space war…

So Hold me Closer to you My breath comes shallow And my heart hardly feels For things have changed between us Yet all I seek is your smile Which fills me with forlorn hope and longing Of all the things I have loved you remain Would you let me hold your tears am parched…

Story of a broken mirror, that lay lost in my attic Many a moons ago It had told stories about me When I had looked for answers, Was I pretty? Do my freckles look nice and all in order? The mirror would silently look back And I would wonder Would pink suit me or the golden…

Gently comes the night And embraces all my darkness All my darkness That I tend to hide That I tend to hide And night gives me the cover And night gives me the cover When I can lay beside you When I can lay beside you And you can’t read my…