What a mere irony it is,
that grievance follows ,
the attempt of mine.
to be something that,
would please you the most...

What a mere irony it is,
that smile flourishes,
on my face, like a rose,
when I become someone,
that you label insane...

Once I transform,
into something ,
undesirable for you,
you would reject me,
like some unwanted trash...

But, a single reflection,
standing on the,
other side of the mirror,
would convince me,
the guilt of disappointing you,
did not perish in vain....

Thanks to this world of poetry
I Am Writing My Last Poem Of 2014
All want me to give priority to career
Even you my dear
I know for my good
So...I have decided
I Am Writing My Last Poem Of 2014
Not depressed but disappointed
Not sad but not contented
Not worried but not elated
I Am Writing My Last Poem Of 2014
I love you all
And it is guranteed
That I will be back
Once again to hack
Hearts of you all
But now I will say
I Am Writing My Last Poem Of 2014
The time wants a sacrifice
Of that every device
Which connects me to you
I have to give
To time this price
*I Am Writing My Last Poem Of 2014

In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.

I searched for it here,
I searched for it there,
But, I never found anything,
From which, I was scared.

I scanned for it, in the sky,
I scanned for it, on Earth,
There was nothing, I was scared of,
Be it, of any might or mirth.

I asked for it , to the angels,
I asked for it, to the demons,
None could help me out in hell,
They said, fear doesn't exist in the heavens.

At last, when I got tired of the search,
I thought, I should take some rest,
When I laid down, and reflected upon myself,
I realized it then, I had found one demon at it's best.

I kept on glaring at the devil, inside me,
I saw it feeding itself, by eating me up,
So much hatred, it filled me with, all this time,

It then dawned upon me, that I had been doomed,
And with the first tinge of fear, I gulped.

I want to hold her hand as we walk through the park.
Sit under a tree in the summertime, and watch the clouds forming figures,
trying to see what the other one sees.
Go to my rooftop pool at night, and gaze at the stars.
Lay in bed with her, facing each other, and just lose myself in her bright, blue eyes, holding her near me so she never leaves my side.
Wake up before she does, with the first rays of sun shining through a slim opening on my courtain,
illuminating her as I admire her natural, god given beauty as pure as it is.

I just want to hear her, sweet, warm yet shy voice say "I love you.".