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Himanshi Apr 2014
Oh love, so far away
my reason to wake up
and face the day
Let me be yours.
I would ,if I could,
**** this distance.

If only you could see my tears,
and read my mind,
face my fears.
You'll know my heart.
I would ,if I could,
**** this distance.

I haven't been me lately.
I can't thank you enough
For waiting patiently.
I'm trying harder .
I would ,if I could,
**** this distance.

The wait has been long enough,
through and through
phases rough.
You and I must become us.
I know I will soon,
**** the root of all problems
This distance.
Not one of my best writings...
But it means a lot to me
Himanshi Apr 2014
Let my mornings be yours
Wake me up, gently
Stir the rays of hope in my heart
Just look at me, lovingly
Sun, Shine on me.

Hold me up with your light rays
touching my skin softly
Welcome me to another day,
With you, in your glory
Sun, Shine on me.

Make my thoughts brighter
as we pass through the day slowly
Protect me with your warmth
Let nothing else touch me
Sun, Shine on me

Know that your words matter
they move me deeply
**** the miles between us
****** me with your poetry
Sun, Shine on me

Open my heart and bathe in my love
Read my silences patiently
Let your hands caress me
Love me till Eternity
Sun, Shine on me
Himanshi Apr 2014
Moving with the speed of light,
Towards the cave of thoughts in your mind.
Welcome me with open arms,
I’d love the essence of it.

Be humane and don’t
refrain me from coming
as I plan a renege.
Why won’t you let me find out
from your eyes?
Why would you ruse me?

Make me understand
your idiosyncrasy .
Let me live in your little hut
For it is sanctum to me.
For you are my savior.

My soul ignites.
Scarlet and bright.
And I shall seethe…

Tell me! Oh tell me, you.
Please don’t shudder!
Ah…It’s an insinuation.
Himanshi Mar 2014
Silver is the language of my heart
the deep sensations
the long silences
of us being apart.

Silver is the color of my soul,
the restless and lost identity
screeching within this worthless body
making a deep dark hole.

Silver is the god of my mind,
guiding me,
somewhere away from here
towards the truth I have to find.

Silver is the music I hear,
sweet melodies of your voice,
I lose myself to the rhythms
to me, it’s only fair.

Silver is the guardian of my life,
stretching one hand towards me,
and the other towards the sky.
Its calling me,
as i understand, its true worth.

Silver whispers to me
and tells me I'm here to rise, much above,
and forget your visage.

Silver is accentuating before my eyes,
Its beauty shall carry my soul.
Himanshi Mar 2014
Set sail on a clear day
at dawn, my love boat.
Facing the enormity of the seas
light waves, soft against the hull
pushing forward .

Coy observer,
of the seas that meet ,
bestowing their souls
to the ocean.

Reluctant, hesitant
shying away, blushing red
as she sees the ocean
now open his arms to her.

Took slow steps into the
fathomage of the ocean
showed her brazen self to him
And flew away the cloak
that bounded her screaming soul.
One ghastly day,
a storm broke through,
it broke the hearty ocean.
And went away all the seas,
leaving the boat deserted.

Waves got higher and stronger
hitting the stern every minute.
didn't topple, the love boat
the mast ,still saving her.

And days from then,
the boat still sailed,
in the wide wide ocean.
No island in sight, but
stood strong with waves
in its favor.
Sailing, just sailing, My Love Boat.
Himanshi Mar 2014
When the crooked morning greets you
don’t you miss the point there!
When the crow chases away the cuckoo
don’t you miss the point there!
When you hair refuse to obey
and your clothes begin to fade
don’t you miss the point there!
When the sun shines too bright
and the moon is out of sight
don’t you miss the point there!
When the chores seem too daunting
and the day feels too lazy
don’t you miss the point there!
When the time runs out of hand
like sand pressed too hard
and the flowers are more thorny than fragrant
don’t you miss the point there!
When that old lady with a hat
gazes at you for too long
and the stray cat refuses to leave your side
don’t you miss the point there!
When the sweetest journeys
become the darkest memories
don’t you miss the point there!
When the kiss lingers a little longer
and the hug doesn't seem tight enough
don’t you miss the point there!
When the hero dies to
bring the end of evil
don’t you miss the point there!
Written at dawn,while thinking about certain events that took place in my life.
Himanshi Mar 2014
Rising from the darkness,
the evergreen dilemmatic soul
waking from the displeasures
bound by reluctance.

And slowly it slithers
upon the filth in life
only to fall back
into the reverie.

Disgraced eminence,
of this priceless concoction.
Enigmatical views,
but doomed by nature.
Born to change,
with time , with people.
To stay phlegmatic 
as it writes its own destiny.

Dreams of falling into
the lap of luxury
like any ordinary soul.
But with a hint of transgression.

No robotic means,
just emulation.
Pulled by the ties of
prevalence.

Swindler of identity,
benevolent of jauntiness.
Passes through many loops
of croquet.
Yet saves its inscrutable soul
from the disrespectful world.
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