Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts

Saturday, October 13, 2018

Flowers on my grave...











Tell me how would you remember...


My giggles on swing rising high?


Tell me will you remember...


Those moments in the dark?


Twisted tongues and riddles...


Stutters and meaningless scribbles!





Tell me will you remember...


Those evening walks ending at nights,


Morning sun bathing out coldnight faces,


Tell me how will you remember my meaningless smiles?





On breakfast table your coffee going cold, 


My hot tea in your hand; kissing your lips for a while,


Will you remember those surprise visits intruding my dreams of you...


When sun bit the last slice of the noon bright?





When nights shun away the lights,


Tell me when will you sleep?


And not hide your face under the pillow;


When will you stop sharing those tears with the night skies?





When will you stop reminiscing?


When will you accept am gone far off sight?


Tell me when will you forget...


To weep and place your hands over me?





On this grave of mine...


Just walk past, don't look back!


Let this be the last flower,


On my grave in this lifetime!













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Friday, February 2, 2018

When you wake up...














By the lonely lanes, I walk; looking up at the clouds... as my eyes follow the flying doves and stop at a bunch of flowers, those lightly scented ones... people call them hanging with spirits... may be that's why they whisper about you into my ears...they know how I feel about you, but I had never told anyone.








Sometimes, like the scent hanging in mid air... our love hangs in spaces between... the end of which is untied....fluttering free . Will you hold the other end, I doubt.








Without letting you out of my thoughts, am going afar.....closing all doors...which open towards you. So that when you wake up, you have no trace of me and my dying desire to love....you!





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(When Marnie was there)





Friday, February 19, 2016

On my way...... back








On my way back,


I looked up at the tree,


The sweet light fragrance,


Recalled your memories.





Those scented, little darlings,


Hanging on the tree,


You plucked them for me,


Back in my dreams.





Under the tree,


I wait for you.....Again.


To see you pluck them,


For....Me.


And I.... see you smiling,


There Up.... to me.





I haven't forgotten,


Those days.


When in mornings,


Beside the coffee cup,


You placed those flowers,


Catching me smiling,


Like a little girl to her dolls.





Wake me up from this .....Oh dear!


Gift me nothing else, but these.


I miss nothing else but them and.....You!


Together under the tree.








Still that wait and urge,


When I see them bloom.


And you... not here,


To give me...your love.





  (Image source: Ravinder Kaur)











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