Wednesday, February 17, 2016

A year with you....
















Assembling all thoughts,

To fit into my little heart,

I escape from Time,

To meet you there.

One little,"Hi",

That ,"Good Night"

That sweet name-

Silence of the night.

I embrace this thought,

That I'll not forget,

Enchanting are the winds,

Violin of the twins.

Striking the chords of heart,

And very silently,

I fly with wind,

To your window,

To peep in,Finding you asleep,

With love on your face.

I see you,

Waving away nightmares,

So you sleep dear,

Not to fear,

I stay awake,

Just to celebrate,

My dreams,

In your eyes.

I wait for you,

I the lights,

On the dance floor,

Can I have one dance?



Tuesday, February 16, 2016

The same silence...



















































The same silence...


And again the violin in those hands....

The fingers playing away with the strings...

The sounds creaking as if they weep...
An endless cry in the night...



Silence heard a sharp turn....

In the middle of that song....

The heart was going to burn...

But it still hold its still...


A whisper it sent to the ear...

Don't fear my dear...

An endless voyage is mine...

Many left many will arrive...


To fill my vacant heart...

All will burn bright...

What they don't know is only I survive...

These words and music shall fade with time...


Oh violin...

This silence again will wait to hear....

The strings of you when will cheer...

The music plays for everyone to hear...


Only the silence becomes the same...

The same silence again and again....


©. Ravinder Kaur 13/12/15

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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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Thursday, February 11, 2016

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.



Tuesday, January 12, 2016

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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