My Last Gift to You…

I know, its all sad and badly rhymed….and it was written a long ago and forgotten (dumped actually).  Now that I read this, the innocence struck me more than the horrible rhyme… amuse yourself!

Love wasn’t about a bunch of lilies and a rose…

It was about being strong when you were morose…

It was okay sometimes if you didn’t say I love you,

It was about smiling, loving you every day anew…

Love was silly sometimes, drenched in the rain…

Its every moment was worth a life and yet in vain….

Love loved us both, added sparkle to our eyes…

I nodded seriously, never laughed at your lies…

It was still okay that you never sent me flowers..

I often left some roses in your bedside drawers…

I shed tears for silly reason, just because you cried…

If you smiled charmingly, there my heart beat died….

It’s okay if you fight, if you hurt me deep deep down…

But without telling me don’t you ever go out of town…

Love isn’t about being answerable, losing your freedom…

But you could accept me simply as a part of your kingdom….

For some reason spring is replaced with cold biting winters…

I think I have collected most of my hearts broken splinters…

Some pieces are missing in here; they are my last gift to you…

Patch up your heart with those, those pieces are true to you….

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Fulfilled…

Again I stand at the ground zero

Unable to know which way to go…

Again I’m here with my bleeding heart

My wings are cut, I’m fallen apart…

Again I watch the blazing sun

far beyond my reach of run….

Again I wish in sullen melancholy…

Does my dream have a chance really?

May be something’s wrong with the dream itself…

I jumped to own the God himself!

My two tiny hands can’t hold his glory….

But my heart hides a long secret story…

Since it learnt to sing its pulse…

It sang thy name in very verse…

I can’t console my weeping heart…

Unable to give up, again I start…

Now I am robbed of everything I had…

My body is sore…my weather is bad…

My two tiny hands folded into prayer…

I close my eyes and my song aquiver…

I can’t reach thee, my feet so fickle…

I am robbed of the world; I own not a nickel…

But since when thy glory is confined?

Since when thy love cares for the defined?

I heard thee loveth all the same…

Thy glory lives longer than fame…

I tried my best, I toiled till I broke…

Still you deny me, still you forsook…

I wasn’t a saint, I wasn’t a king…

An insignificant one in thy fling…

I could be crushed under mighty feet…

Happily walked to the death I’d meet…

But you make me exist, survive and live….

You make me dream, smile and believe…

Now I give up….thy dreams, thy visions…

I care for nothing, neither for thy mission…

I want thee, only thy face to see…

I want thy love deeper than the sea…

Come to me if thee ever loved me…

Hold me close, never leave me…

Then I will be drowned in thy sweet rose….

I will say yes, to everything you propose….

I will live for thee, and die for thee…

My every heartbeat will sing for thee…

Thy gaze will heal when I am fallen apart…

Thy love will blossom, spread from my heart….

I will be your hand in everything you perform

I will be your sword, in the wars of reform….

My mind my soul was lost in the dream again…

In that moment no tears remain!

Glow of thousand suns fell over me….

Great Joy of love burst within….

In that moment I found your secret…

Not in the skies, you hid in my heart!

My prayer was answered…

And my love was fulfilled…