Never Really I was never.. Really a poet! Until the heart-kissing moment.. When whispers of your glances.. Breathed thrill of a new-born life.. Into random graffiti of my pen.. Crowning it with a poet’s cap! I was never.. Really a lover.. Until the lyrical moment..
Once upon a time, My young life was Smitten with a budding dream To spend her entire course, Nestled in the warm shadows Of your fragrant breath!
Missing You “How can you miss me?” Asked her SMS! “I am at the tip Of your finger, Floating along The worldwide web” My fingers typed A wistful reply “The illusive web of Your virtual shadows Fan the fire of Your absence even more…
Thirsty River Gazing at the waves Of your shadows, Dancing on the Ocean of my life, My poetry feels the angst Of a thirsty river, Born in the mountain-pass Of my distant dreams As a giggling rivulet Growing on the way Into a streaming Fountain
The Drizzling Creations The mid monsoon sky Drizzles with a Sun-kissed mirth, Tapping to the rhythm Of blue eyed rain-drops! Come along my heart, Dance with my swaying dreams Clasping the fingers of mirth! Let the shadows of Our dreaming passions Scale the sky-kissing arc Of a
What Is In a Name? My world is basking In your silken presence Donning the fleeting shadows Of your whispering tresses! My life listens in wonder To the music of your name Beating in my heart Like a lasting work of art! ….Vishwas © Copyright 2014,
