The day rushed passed us
Twilight is willing to fade away
Let’s plan for the young night
Vivacious and glamorous
The moonlight will brighten it
Gorgeous sliver light
Will drape us together
Adorning us with glittering suits
Endless bubbles of anticipation
Enthusiasm is corked open
From the bottled up feelings
A heady concoction
With music in our heart
The same lyrics, we shall hum
Music of the soul, shall set the mood
To the perfect symphony
A grand spectacle
For the night to enjoy
Smooth moves
Will glide us though the moment
Let’s say cheers
And the party shall soon begin

•    
i've
   witness-
   ed the others
   fall over several
sets•leaving you alone
shivering on a spindly twig
•the winds of autumn had whis-
pered their threats...•to sweep you
off your perch into the world so big
•the season had almost gone to make
way for another•answering the sum-
mons of winter's call•had anticipated
the coming of your departure•...i had  
sworn to myself to catch you as you'd  
fall•for a brief moment, i had turned  
away•to tend to commitments that  
came with dawn...•i returned to  
stay and wait another day...•  
but the wind had come  
while i was
g
o
n  
e•    
.

I know the most beautiful poetess,
She is my gorgeous best friend,
So lucky is all her family.

I know the cutest poetess,
She is no one but a dream,
From her was my pen name.

I want to be her husband,
She will be the coolest mother,
Our kids are going to be so lucky.

I have had time so bitter,
May time now be very kind,
And things may only get better.

I toil as ******* my part,
Just as she is sweating it out,
Midnight oil may not get empty.

I loved her so much and truly,
Free for her is my precious love,
May she accept it with open arms.

I know as much of the future,
She is my only inspiration now,
Future will see us tying the knots.

I'm not a choice to be made,
I'm not a tissue to be used,
I'm not a joke to be cracked,
I'm not a toy to be played,
I'm not a ploy to be placed.

Then, you'd wonder who I am.

I am a poem you'd never forget,
I am a lesson you'd keep in mind,
I am a provision you'd miss in life,
I am that person you'd pull back,
I am that person perfect for you.

But...

I am not that ever-forgiving God.

I am that unlucky person who'd get lucky soon.

I won't come again.

Surely a piece of me died back then,
Least I faced after it is physical pain,
Like needless needles it was stinging,
All I managed was writing a poem.

Not a regular poet but an enthusiast,
Within me someone happy had died,
I started embalming the dear & dead,
Only hoping that I shall be revived..

My dying song gave birth to a poem,
Heart for the poem healed my heart,
The poem was truly a miracle for me,
Nothing less than a potion of elixir...

Happiness is elusive
In the heart that laments
This gorgeous life
Radiant with love
Overshadowed
By hollow promises
And hedonistic pleasures
Reality we present ourselves
In the pursuit
Along the wrong path
Passing on the flames
Of destruction
Life is much more
Than exhaling and inhaling
Toxic fumes of anger and apathy
Raise your consciousness
To elevate to a higher plane
Of reality which exists
Beyond the realm of mundane
Happiness is not elusive
More so, we tend to run away
From an alien feeling
Life is much more precious
A gift from eternity
Cherish beauty in your heart
Keep the flames of hope burning
To take you along the path
Of happiness