My Poems 4

Love can never be defined,
But for me you gave it a meaning.
Another evening with you on a silent hill,
When you and me would be there again with loads of love to spill.
The distance between us would gradually descent,
Love will acquire the surroundings without anyone to resent,
We forget the past and future and let ourselves go for the present,
I come close and say a few words but you just don't apprehend.
You got lost in the very feelings of your own heart,
As if getting mesmerized on a snowing mountain, enjoying the ride on a wooden cart.
Emotions swaying at a cruising speed,
With nothing else, and just love to feed,
In that soothing ambience, that is all i guess we need,
As if writing an epic, for the entire world to read.
I have no notion where this would finally lead,
But surely, its the most beautiful plant that could have grown from my seed.
Each moment spent with you will always be there to cherish,
Just wish to be a part of as many, before i perish.
This is just the beginning part,
I'll write till i empty my heart.

My Poems 3

Love can never be defined,
But for me you gave it a meaning.
I see a world bright, deep in your eyes,
Making me go calm and always helping me to rise,
I am not a good human being or as wise,
My heart shrinks to a little when my world in your eyes, cries.
Over and above the world i put you,
I will be standing right in front, no matter how long for you may be the queue.
The moments for which we stand apart will always be few,
We will make moments everyday of our love, refreshing and new.
You have always given me the strength to stand upright,
How far you may be from my sight,
Its only when i look deep into your eyes, do i get all the might.
I wish to talk to you all the time,
Some call it a sin, some call it a crime,
But for me love will always be what comes prime.
This is just the beginning part,
I'll write till i empty my heart.

My Poems 2

Love can never be defined,
But for me you gave it a meaning.
The silence love creates between two hearts,
Is like the quiteness of a heap of falling cards,
Although it gives you  a stroke for a flick,
Empowers your strength from the very next click.
The earnest feeling it develops within,
Feels as if riding a horse, but yet self ridden.
Excitement in a loving heart never fades,
No matter how dark and grey are the shades.
A sweet passion evokes when the lovers are close,
Like the winning trumpet high and above blows.
An emotion which is a class above the rest,
Makes you feel and live at your utmost best.
An exchange of hearts takes place in peace,
Resulting in everlasting transplantation without any fees.
Forgetting the reality of life without any hesitation,
Lovers indulge themselves in the supreme power of love like meditation.
The inner soul gets a refreshingly new face,
While the heart is busy participating in the love chase.
The promises made are kept strong and still,
Irrespective of how high they may have to climb the hill.
Eventually its all about the heart's desires getting fulfill.
Love is and will never be a game of one,
Even the gleaming moon is incomplete without the shining sun.
This is just the beginning part,
I'll write till i empty my heart.

My poems

Love can never be defined,
But for me you gave it a meaning.
An evening with you on a silent hill,
When all the love in the world would be there to fulfill,
Your lovely voice silently speaking, enough to thrill,
Your soothing presence enough for the comforting mountains to kill,
Your falling hairs enough for the swaying trees to stand still,
Your glowing face enough for the waterfall to take a glance and force all its water to spill,
Your holding hand enough for the mountain range's gaps to fill,
Your touch enough for the sun to step aside for the moon and chill,
Your smile enough for the moon to turn into a quill,
This is how i wish our evening to be,
You and me on a silent trip just set free.
This is just the beginning part,
I'll write till i empty my heart....