Fondness Poems

You think that I don’t love you, Well that makes my heart so very sad My love for you if measured, Could go round the universe and distant galaxies time and time again, My love for you could fill every

If someone says good days will come I welcome But feel that mine is in-depth a shy welcome For that great concept all have to be in everything good Peruse individually elements of goodness we should Everyone must decide to

Once I went upon a time On tender foot down a far fled lane A tangled haunt of yesterdays astray Long was my hunt for a fondness or A certain door A value or an anchor For a ship to

Helpless I found that coquetry personified before me And resign to me without any excuse whatever,she Seeing my trepidation, He is so much in trance– The famous crazy lover forgot his uproar in love perchance I am affiliated with Exclusive

With fondness I recall love that was: Lyrical like the breeze that kisses my forehead, That tanned my skin is pleasant warmth! With drums and tantrums they celebrated the union of two souls, And then the matriarchs spurned the love

Her scent wafts alongside her and sinks into my heart; For I have become fixated, by a desire for her touch. She was glorious and overpowering, from the very start; I am hooked and addicted to her love; she is

Our first meeting was a coincidence, I was attracted by her sweet innocence. The great life awarded me a new company, She is priceless, such people aren’t many. Few days later, I got in contact with her, There was something

They have always been together Holding close, that fondness for each other Be it for a soapy shower And drying themselves on a blower Or resting as and when in their Box- bed Like some lovebirds newly wed Life for

I open my eyes trying to pull- in his sweetness closer. And as his laughter darts away- I wake up to reality’s punchline. Time may have set us apart- but here I am lost and clueless. As he speaks words

How do you feel? Is a question I hate No point explaining; you cannot relate I don’t want to talk I don’t want to share You could be sincere I really don’t care What’s on your mind? another bad line

She rocks the stage with elan Speaking not much with her clan Music her soul her heart Hands always moving like a work of art Strumming with fourths eighths and sixteenths Counting 1234 in patterns of beats Never a count

The fondness and affection which I always came to give, Has now gone away, simply ceases to exist, My mind is now contained by a deep and heavy mist- Cant concentrate on others, nothing more I have to give, My

Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,

I feel jealous to cast a glance on it On my deprivation, brooding, I sit I feel something lacks somewhere in me What made her simply a devotee? My rival she dotes upon Mainly from dusk to dawn Lonely I

A look to behold A passion to fulfill A life to live An obligation to creed love, loss and the futility of it all… Buckle up still, while you can meandering valley of sorrowful loath sunrise of purpose and lost

On that grimy Grimsday morn, The grumble deep and culby, There came a tinker-pick inside His appence crink and bulby. In thrumped a jangle-mangle man, With his coat and hat so hangled, His hair a-plot, his peepers piped, At the

Night before stood sentry on ice cracked edge of North Gawber pit above Willow Bank, known site for Frogbit, Whorled WaterMillfoil waters edge, and I in the dark contemplate ice in bone. Whorled Water Millfoil survives harshest icy blast, turions,

What do you believe? Why do you believe it? How did you learn it? Who taught you? What where their motives. Ideas not men rule the world. Some believe in religion, some do not. Some believe in life after death,

Positive thinking brought positive results I bounced back from my minds insults Im free from the torture my mind endured How bad I truly was seems absurd Free to enjoy the future once more Can use my mind for what

The journey if it begins Is a long one. Spanning into days and years. Would you be able to bear With me for so long? Would you be able to wake up To the steady degradation of me? Every day,

I swear, intoxicated, I am not, Though high in spirits, but nary of wine, That kiss, that kiss, how soon have you forgot, Euphoria I could claim as rightly mine; As thousand angels sing in harmony, While Naiads bathe and

Please introduce me to a beautiful day That will be filled with love and gay. Let me listen to an eternal song That will stay lifelong. Tired I am. Exhausted I am Facing many trials Of evil deeds Of helpless

It happens so often, that i forget the coffin. Forget the existence of the end, when I’ll lay engraved beneath the land. Forget that one day i’ll be all alone, all that I’ve known, will be unknown At some moments

When first shower of monsoon Touched the emotions Of my innocent heart Its strings began to ring Drops of rain began to open The windows of my heart And with its tender touch Heart began to pour out Pearls of

My wife worked at a hospital at night, and I did not want her to drive herself. Our youngest son had just gotten his driver’s license. So he was very excited about driving her to work. Invariably, after he dropped

It’s the end of April, winter’s signs are just fading And we’ve gone to the seafront, walking along the promenade. Sometimes stopping To gaze at the murky brown winter’s-end ocean… But why? Stepping down onto the shingle, The large pebbles

My sunshine life will shatter, I hope , to you it does matter. Our love was meant for an eternity, A splendid gift, a blissful divinity, However, now some jinx has clouded it with insecurity. Hold me tight till the

I accept my flaws I forgive myself I forgive my imperfections both real and percieved I gaze at me with love I appreciate my goodness So what if it is fragmented? I embrace myself and reiterate,’ I am worthy” Thus

When night will not speak and shoes will float on the water; legs of truth will not move. Latched to absence unreasons held the hands of time. I stopped believing in myself. The genome had come in a bottle. when

I hated you the first time I had known you, You had this air, You stole my friend, (Or so I thought) and I was crazy jealous. I hated you to supreme heights. And now after nearly two decades, Of

There’s a Christmas in my heart That keeps burning The candle of sweet joys And hopeful days, blissful memories of the past Like an eternal shine Of the happiness divine Dispelling, The darkness within And I shine like a sun

A crooked slanting moon shifts the eye comes under the chaste tree and washes the tainted victory. Wolves start howling at the tomb of unknown martyr, man-eaters recoil on the sugar island and talk about destinies, A mourning crowd walks

Happiness is a feeling which has limited space Happiness is like a water bubble never know when it burst out in tears Happiness is unexpected It mat turn into agony when expected Happiness is like burning gas never know when

From the Rose: Blooming in a bed of thorns Rich colors imbued with jazz Heady fragrance in a sinful dance Riots of confusion crowding the senses Alluring, tempting, trapping… Final swirls into a web of guilty fragrance Can only see

Jimi was crazy in his days of purple haze Getting tossed with the sauce As a mouse is stuck in its maze Had screaming sounds with his guitar He was a shooting star Never will there ever be a man

A quick peck on the cheek placed A soft grasp, a handshake His eyes followed her around the room Frowning at the arms entwined They stood amidst a circle of peers He saw him whisper in her ears A soft

Someone is going to come this way one day, I know I expect a miracle today, But, no one can come to me unless the street dogs, No man comes to me except the rain, I remember when I lost

As I wandered embracing woods unknown, sharing breaths with silent trees alone. The scent of moss and leaves awoke, arching limbs above me spoke. Lone cardinal settled on pine above, singing his crimson song I love. Then gently fell a

In this maddening town, I start my day, Early morning, with rough, uneven ride, The place where blindfolded people play, I try to play it right; however I fail each time, I think to myself Oh! You worthless being, You

Come with me,let’s wither away to eternity Across the shore …to the moon, Surpass the darkest night , till heat of noon , fly over the meadows , from horizon to the dawn , let’s complete the circle of life