Dying for a glimpse

One meeting for a few hours

             Wasn’t enough to content my heart

I wish I could talk to you more

             Before we eventually went apart

I wish I could look into those eyes

             Throughout the evening till the dawn

Getting lost in their depth

             Preferring to move on and on

All these days after we went apart

Recalling every moment right from the start

Dying for a glimpse of those dazzling eyes

On this earth or in paradise

Your voice I could hear

             Through my sub-conscious mind

And a subtle touch of yours

             Could turn me a desperate blind

The last call from you

             Has turned to be my lifeline

I’m waiting for the next

             As I believe that you are mine

Is the spark of love the same in you?

And are the breaths same old or new?

Are you also dying for a meeting so nice?

As I’m dying for a glimpse of your eyes

Call

Your call,

Brings the end of my waiting

             The counting of those every second

Synchronizes my heart’s beating

Every instance that I could imagine

             Every feeling my heart could hold

A single call from your side

             Turns my love manifold

It’s your call

My blind conscience says

             Whenever that blessed phone rings

Either in the night or through the days

I rush somehow to get hold of it

             Before the ceaseless ringing could stop

And if it’s not a call from your side

             I couldn’t resist my tears to drop

Your call,

Could turn all grieves into happiness

             The moment I hear your subtle soft voice

Full of innocence or immense shyness

I pray to God

             That may this call never end again

As a single call from your side

             Heals my grieves and all the pain

Deny me not

Deny me not

When I take you in my arms

             When my imaginations turn all wild

Still I prefer to stay in trance

It’s the depth of your eyes

             In which I was totally caught

I wish to keep looking into them

             So now please deny me not

Deny me not

When I kiss you on your cheeks

             When I sense the fragrance of your breath

Through the ambience which it seeks

It’s the confluence of the twilight

             As the beauty which you’ve got

Even if I lose all my senses

             Still you please deny me not

Deny me not

When I say I love you the most

             ‘Cause I know you love me too

Through the feelings that you host

You’re the creation of the divine creator

             As the qualities that you ought

I wish to spend this life with you

             So now please deny me not

Heartbeats

She says that I’m crazy

             And she says that I dream

But I prefer to make my confessions

             So should I speak or should I scream?

I desire to look into her eyes

             But on the phone only the voice greets

But that isn’t a problem any more

             As she understands all my heartbeats

It’s the effect of these heartbeats

             Which I could feel jumping inside

Through the extremes of all my emotions

             In her heart do I reside?

Though she never tells it directly

             But the way in which she treats

Makes me think for a second time

             That she understands my heartbeats

I never found a person better than her

             I never felt this ever before

She came in my life all of a sudden

             And my happiness was so much more

There maybe a few of those hurdles

             But together we are going to meet

Only if she promises to support

             And to understand my heartbeats

Bequeathed bride

It’s the second round of life

             When the bequeathed bride cries

When her fortune takes those drastic turns

             In that moment when she tries

The revelation of her fate

             Amongst those salty tears

Assuming all the good

             But still with a fear

Whether her life

             Would fulfill all her dreams

Whether her hubby

             Would love or scream

With all the sweet wishes

             Leaves the bequeathed bride

To start a journey on her own

             She takes that crucial stride

She goes amongst the strangers

             Making those subtle adjustment s

Taking all values and ethics

             Leading to her final settlement

All the traditions of her family

             And the norms bequeathed to that bride

All the teachings of her parents

             And the rules she would abide

She showers her unconditional love

             To all her in-laws

And sooner or later wins their hearts

             Without the condition of any flaws

She deserves all the respect

             As all the emotions that she hide

I bow to all those lucky girls

             Who one day become the ‘Bequeathed Bride’