My Last poem....

One day ....

My eyes will close....

And I won't wake up any more....

To see the birds or the sunshine....

To see that happy smile...

One day....

My ears will close....

And I won't hear anymore...

Your jingling in the garden....

The footsteps behind approaching...

One day....

My lips will close....

And I won't say anymore.....

To you I love you....

To you that am waiting....

One day ....

I'll be lifeless....

Dead and not breathing....

My pen would stop spilling the ink...

But my ashes will write on water...

My last poem ....

©. Ravinder Kaur 04/12/15

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In the stillness....

In the stillness...

Of this pain...

I arise again...
To leave...
Every bit of myself...
To you...
Till I finally ...
Have the strength...
To take back...
What I gave you...
And never took back...
My heart...
And...
Love.



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Silver Thorns...

Silver thorns...
Protruding from the stems...
Holding close...
The precious rose...
Upon its very strength...

Sucking every drop...
Of red blood...
To colour its face...
And what to say...
The colour red...
Consoles heart's embrace...

On love day....
Gifting away...
Blood of those silvery thorns....
In every petal trace...
The faded emotions light up...
Through red rose pretty face...

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Embrace...

Shut me inside your heart,

The color of which is red,

I would like to hear the beating heart,

Till I am dead.



Wake me up in your dreams,

Our own little dreamworld.

Dance with me on the clouds,

Floating above the air around.



Call me yours,

Every minute, every hour.

Make me yours,

Every moment, every birth.



Pull me in embrace,

Kissing me on forehead.

Eyeing me deep inside,

Giving me that shivering gaze.



Turn off every light,

Make me glow in the dark.

You ignite my spark,

With your heart burning bright.



Speak your words in tones,

Hushing below all zones.

Only I can hear and you me...

Just say that You Love Me.



Hold me till I feel,

Your singing heartbeat.

Moan my name in breaths,

Every shiver to embrace.



Love me like never before,

Because death will soon approach.

Till we depart from here,

We shall meet ....Always.

Unknown Forever.....

Underneath the heap...

I remain in the dust to be found...

Like a folk poetry mysterious...

Am sung too loud...

But known a little is my story......
Like a forgotten tale of misery...
I whisper...
Hear me... Do you?
Can you?
Like the darkness of the cave...
My heart reflects the corners ...
You can enter but still be lost...
Am there and still to be found...
I can chase your thoughts...
And follow your heartbeats...
To reach your soul shaking with fear...
To your shadow, trembling with my name...
I echo the melting dawns into dusks...
I echo the moon drifting to perish...
Come find me in your darkness...
Unclear, conflicting, contradicting...
Your own conscience and rationalism..

A folklore...

I am ...

Untimed, unturned, in tune...

Come hear me when there's only you...

And you'll find only me...

May be I am asking you....

To hold on to my rhythm...

And find me again ...

Like a dream...

Alive again from the dust...

That has stuck with passing time...

The ones who knew me, now lay asleep...

In the coffins of dead tunes once new...

And I roam half sung , unfinished...

Haunting myself like a rising smoke...

Losing my breath over years...

May be its time I leave...

Unfound, unheard....ever

Unknown forever...

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My destination...... You

Inspired by Joyjit Sengupta's poem,                            

"A Journey without Destination"

I tried to walk this path myself,                                     

Confessing I didn't know where to go.

Only with the wind, I pushed myself,

Without any thought of high and low.

Crumpled paths lay ahead of eyes,

And I crossed them with every doubt.

Along the path, I met You,

And then.....I knew, where I should go.

Though this journey started without destination,

But my destination was always You.

To you my teachers.....

The one who taught the world to me...
The one who gave me power to read...
The one who showed me the might of pen...
The one who showed how everything happen...
The one between ignorance and knowledge...
The one I can never pay back...
My teacher you are the light...
A single flame that lights up thousands other dark souls...
Thankful is a small word , love and respect we owe to you...
And every word I utter and write...
I owe to you even if I don't realize...

Love you dear teachers.... Certainly you are light that enlightens.

Everyday is Teachers' Day