A Dark Drizzle

Dark nimbus clouds came to me

in the form of a girl.

My own guardian angels,

are playing ploys on me.

A look of you alone, makes

old memories come dance in front of me,

Hence my heart feels disconsolate.

Hey damsel, do tell me a truth,

Does your smile to the others,

ever divulge the rile you hold for me?

Tell me, how much does it cost

For you to utter a word to me,

or at least to steal a look at me?

You transpired into my life as a lightning,

and now, have left me annihilated.

Your beautiful eyes would have caused

me no grief at all,

if they were well-concealed,

behind your eye lids.

By making a net out of your splendor,

to cage me and, to kidnap my heart

You were the one who bestowed upon me the craving to love you,

And now you leave me hurt?

I know not, where you learnt such an enchantment

you exhausted on me.

I still live, but in a reverie,

to be granted a boon to hold your hand once again.

The Blossom

A single red one would have sufficed,

He didn’t know that,

Neither could she tell him so,

The friend on phone was a bad mediator.

As he hesitantly bought the flowers,

She danced, at the prospect of his actions,

She danced, wondering not much of his intentions,

She danced, she danced a happy dance.

The company had been pleasant,

And separation painful,

Neither could either even make a guess,

What the destiny had for them.

Not the first time he gave a girl flowers,

Nor her first time receiving some,

But then for the both of them,

It was the only one that blossomed.

When the stars shined down,

As the silent companion watched,

She took the flowers and smiled,

Her smile, the Blossom of the flowers,

And the flowers of Love were full at Bloom.

Maybe, Some Other Day

There are things, I wanna say to you,

There are things, I wanna ask you,

There are things, I wanna give you,

There are things, I wanna hear from you,

There are things I wanna do with you,

Maybe, Some other day.