When I first saw you, I shivered. My heart stopped beating, My eyes forgot to blink. With you, Life is nothing But beautiful! Days are full of dreams. And nights sleepless. I wish to see you, While on roads, in shops, Day and night, Each and every time. No other face Gives me such delight… Wherever I go I wish to be with you… When I hear your voice I just wanna hear you. As whatever you say, For me, Those are the most beautiful words Ever said to me!! Like the flowers blossom Each morning By the sunlight My face dons a smile Whenever I close my eyes You are the one I dream of all the time. I wish you were always with me. Every moment, Which passes by, I fall more in love with you. Even without you, I am always With you!!!
I have authored poetry books 'Guzarish' and 'With You', which are published in India and America. The essence of these poems is Love; depicting a mix of sweet and sour feelings of being in Love and rekindling your emotions.I am a Software Engineer based in Bangalore. I am concerned regarding environmental issues and welfare of underprivileged people. I am inclined towards community development and charitable activities.I have spent my childhood in Patna, India.You can reach me at: Facebook : www.facebook.com/authorankit Twitter : www.twitter.com/author_ankit
I’m scrunched in partially obscured view seating, hands at my temples, elbows pressed to the balcony rail. Look up, Sherman Alexie! I squint through borrowed glasses, willing your signature pen to drop, your writer’s eyes to find me. I’m cheap.
felt faint inside from the heat of the day I fell down on my knees to pray thought of those memories from a time ago Christmas was spent under the mistletoe hugs & kisses with everything new Pretty pictures pretty
I haven’t been able to sleep. What you said, perhaps just offhandedly, perhaps not really caring at all, has me wide awake lost in those silly impossible dreams and longings that overtake my being so often. You cannot know how
I don’t remember What it was in that moment, That it all began. As if all that started Was on a sabbatical! And now that I know ‘now’, denouement is denied. Lurching and limping, from love to half-love. Scrounging for