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

If you find no poem on your doorstep in the morning, no paper, no knock on your door, your life poorly edited but no broken dashes or injured meter- If you do not wear white satin dresses late in life

Can you hear the rustling in the trees? Can you feel the warm breeze on your face? I hear the singing of my friends, I feel their delightful presence. They are out there on the fields, dancing in circles with

A little childhood collecting Waste papers on a garbage dump Asked me, “Am I borne to do this job?” I had no answer A childhood begging on roadside Asked me, “Is my childhood borne for begging?” I had no answer

Music lost, recovered, lost Love lost, recovered, lost Poetry lost, lost, lost even if found Lost in words, words in loss, lost voice Lost embittered passion, seething with lost memories Alzheimer’s child, poetry’s kind upbringing Parentage questioned, orphan of regrets

A tie of life full of affection With a common dream for eternal continuation. Building a haven filled with passion Along comes a gift with a task of attention. A pensive journey through the long duration The whole nine months

Don’t forget, our passion of yesterdays. Elevated beating of our hearts. A gentle breeze against my face. Caressing ever so softly. A fine mist of rain, Your touch is refreshing to my skin. Thunder booming, getting closer and closer, our

Life’s daily cycles: Mind thinks, feels, dreams. Intellect reasons; Heart craves; The “I” deluded, thinks it acts, It enjoys, it suffers; Waking, dreaming, sleeping cycles. Each in Cycle their own, revel; In the dim background; The silent ever Wakeful Awareness,

You’ve crossed my mind many nights. Sometimes I just lay there, holding you tight in mind. Wandering your body with my hands. Filling my fingers with the skin I’ve dreamt so much about. The things you keep hidden. unraveled in

On a bright spring morning When water droplets sprinkled garden Is shining with sprouting leaves and fruits I crawl amidst the serene beauty feeding on Anything that tastes fresh on my mouth ‘Coz I am just a baby, but you

All it take’s is that one small thing that can bring you back down to earth. To suddenly start thinking what your life has been worth. Did you achieve many of your goals? Or any of your plans in life?

I once saw a very gloomy old man Whose smile weighed only a gram. I said, “If you tell me what’s wrong I’ll do what I can!” But he just sat there as cold as a clam. He did not

You can’t get away like this girl You will not get it this easy You will have to cry a lot just like me – You will feel dizzy Just as I cry in these lonely nights And it feels

…are as varied as they are inconsequential. All struck on a speck of a place, in a speck of time. Our very evolution built on infinitesemly small terrain. All that we think, all of the great contributions like so many

Think not You are Genius Genius are those who don’t think Think you do , when you don’t know when you know ,no need to think Thinking may enhance thoughts But thoughts need no thinking Always learn from what others

a facsimile of torture candlelit in moony dark i want to unread the anointed death on this tip of an arrow, here it comes the hissed phrase wrenching the gut – for conceptual withdrawl, dawn of dark secrets without footprints

Sanmati, my angel, has decorated jawline. Aside puts cold anger and does repine Negative things in her life, but always supine Merry things about the wide world divine. Against me or her things she despise saline. Tough tenderness she got

When words are read, my heart you will hear I’m far away, but you will feel me near Every single word, it’s meant ……………………………..for you To smile when the heart cries, To fall but then again to rise, The reason

How treacherous Often memories could be. The ones I needed most, betray And those not, stay. Yes I am talking of poignant And ugly memories. Between the ticks of time, They take turns to torment me. Even in dreams, they

It’s a girl! The words which in an instant Rebirthed me, as a mother. The inexplicable feeling of joy That no words can describe, Which filled my being As I gazed into those Impossibly bright eyes of My daughter. The

Conceived in love’s folded wings: I sit and watch him from the next table – fair-haired and impish, he swings his sturdy little legs. “Don’t fidget, darling! You’ll fall off your chair…” The words should have come from my mouth.

When darkness conquers your world which was once filled up with light, when you are knocked down a thousand times , still you are ready to fight . At the very stage of life you need a flame of candle

I have Killed and pillaged Plundered and pilloried Raped and destroyed Beauty and innocence In its purest form Nature… Her plaintive cries When she trembled And quaked And melted, Her pleas Have I ignored And now I must pay. Through

Walking down the lane, on a lifeless night, I saw a light coming from behind, Was it the moon? I asked myself NO It was you, the angel who helped me when I was doomed. The sky was calm and

It pains my heart to say this verse That the love that brought joy in life Turns to a nightmare that stays still Every time when tries to forget this pain I get reminded of what I have lost The

Would you wash the dishes always, like you promised? Would you pamper me silly? Would you embarrass me with an off-tune karaoke dedication? Would you get drunk on a Monday night and proclaim your love for me over SMS, sitting

“Jazz up with every drop of rain bonding the earth. To quench your thirst they always take endless birth. Rising from the earth,feel the aroma tickle your nose. Conquer the speed at which lightning occurs. Be the spark which it