Imprint…
The blaze of the Sun
scorching my naked eyes
& my mind wanders far away
as I wait on the bus-stop!
My mind wandering
but my heart fixed,
to an image, on a thought
that’s laiden only of you.
The more my heart beats
the greater goes the intensity
the desire to bloom in your garden
& feel blissed!
The more my eyes stop on you,
the more my heart stares you
it skips a beat with a touch
that’s passionate & so much You!
Would it be wrong to say,
to express
to disclose in my words
how much I crave for,
how much I desire
that ‘imprint’!
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Just you!
Caged,
stiffled,burning
inside!
Words,
sentences,
feelings
dying!
Dawn,
golden heat,
dusk
all forms!
Hours,
minutes,
seconds
all hands!
It’s you
everywhere
all the time!
Shaifali Gupta
Born in Indore, India, Shaifali presently resides in California, U.S.A, where she is employed as a software Engineer. She has done her M.B.A and M.S. From Europe. Very fond of writing poetry, she believes she inherited this gift from his father.
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Do-Not-Yet
Life like a river, cannot stick to things
however good or bad, painful or joyous.
In that still calm of a settled night
dreams are swept away
like a drift wood beyond one’s reach
Still soaked and drenched
absorbing each drop
of that slashing tormenting wave
Do not ,yet mourn their passing by
My pensive heart—–
Images are capsuled within.
The sinking of that first paper-boat
Opening of a pensy-bud
in front of joyous eyes
has become a part of us forever
Try and pace with the current
and those faraway dreams
Sure, will swim back to you
Because life like a river
is a continuous flow
Togetherness
Not a separation !
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To You
This small
seed of a poem
Has bloomed into a
beautiful creeper now
Its delicate pink
primrose blossom
want to kiss the moon
in a star-lit night.
and intricately laced leaves
climbing the first opportunity
are ready to take over the world.
Intoxicated by its beauty and scent
I stand here
paralysed and dumb-struck.
Words, flocking like birds
twitter and chat
in my empty head
unable to contain
the thought or expression.
I offer this meaningless song
to you, my dear friend.
Now you have to find
your own meaning
of these entwined branches.
Discover that
shy beguiling perfume hidden cleverly
at the core of its rainbow flowers.
Listen to that stormy concert
That magical note
A tiny dew drop slipping intact
from one leaf to another.
Try to look into its dreamy eyes
and then you may find the story
of its joy and sorrow
trials and tribulations
life and death.
Story of Me and You !
Shail Agrawal
Contact: shailagrawal@hotmail.com
shailagrawala@gmail.com