Trace, Trace, trace! Give me a trace
Of his charming scent that once blew my way
And lounged on my nostrils.
I have been blind ever since I lost my eyes
To his spectacular sight.
Grace! Grace! Grace! None has his!
The midnight intruder trespassing my mind
A dream! He too feels.
My solitude is unholy and he is the Saint
To break this curse.
Embrace! Embrace! Embrace this shattered heart
That once belonged to a zest chest
Since I'm too cold to even move
Envelope my soul and carry me to your heaven.
Tina RSH ©
Tum se hi meri pehchaan hai.
Atul yoon hi nahin bana main.
Tum se hi meri zindagi hai.
Aashiq tumhaara yoon hi nahin bana main.
Tum se hi meri khushi hai.
Pyaar tumhe aise hi nahin karta.
Tum se hi meri santushti hai.
Pyaar tumhe yoon hi nahin karta.
Har kavita mein meri tumhaari hi jhalak hoti hai.
Kavi bada main yoon hi nahin bana.
Har saans tumhaari hi yaad dilaati hai.
Zindagi ho meri tum yoon hi nahin kehta.
From you is my identity,
Atul originates from you.
From you is my life,
I am your crazy lover.
From you is my happiness,
I love you just so seriously.
From you is my satisfaction,
I don't love you just for fun.
Each poem of mine carries your imagery,
I have been a seasoned poet worshipping you.
Every breath reminds me of you,
I call you my life not just for saying.
A moment which take my breath away,
Her eyes were the blue,
Like a deep ocean, to force me’
Her hair a thick and glossy black,
An adoring hand,
To force to think to hold them’
Forever and ever,
Her face into a level of flawlessness,
That mesmerized the entire moment,
I’d been captivated by the look of her’
From the moment I first saw her,
And I still found my synapses frying’
At that moment.
By: Nida Mahmoed.