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Vish Aug 2013
Mistakes...
They are innocent
They are deliberate
They are meant to be forgotten
And forgiven
They are sometimes repeated
Sometimes not
They are confessed
And sometimes hidden

Mistakes…
It’s proud
Sometimes a shame
It’s negative
It’s wrong.
No one takes blame
Only a few who are brave

Mistakes… are to be forgiven.
Forgive me.
Vish Jul 2013
I tried to be your favourite one
I tried to be your only one
I tried so hard to be your love
But you never cared to even hug...
Vish Jun 2013
When I close my eyes, the sight of you appears
I learnt to build my thoughts around you
When you look at me and smile now
I wonder how we made it so many years.

A man is one who loves his girl
Treats her with respect and plays with her
Trusts her no matter the world flips sides
Shows her how much he needs her.

Shares every secret every thought with her
Stands by her when she in doubt
Helps her make the right decision
Fixes her mood when it’s out

Cuddles her when she is sad and low
Troubles her to get her attention
Pretends to be angry with her
Just so she showers him with kisses...

Sings to her to show how much he loves her
Helps her cook when guests are home
Jokes he cracks to make her laugh
Never would he even by mistake make her cry

Compliments her for the smallest of things
Remembers her in his busiest of hours
Tells her he loves her before she sleeps
Just to wake up with her kiss on his cheek...

Walks with her holding hands
Gives her hugs and kisses unplanned...
Is naughty with her when she’s happy
Does all this with his heart and mind.

Assures her she is beautiful, pretty and hot
Is dedicated to her like a sage
Messes with her emotions now and then,
But gives her the love she craves. ..

Wonder how many such men were ever made?
God creates for each one a soul mate
Wonder if these thoughts would just remain thoughts
But thank-god I am blessed with the perfect man of this age.  :)
Vish Jun 2013
I miss you till the moon and back,
I miss you I can’t stay relaxed,
I miss you so much I need to hear...
You voice, every time of the day and year.
Come back so I can hug you tight,
Sleep on your lap or lay by your side…
Come back and never leave me alone,
For without you I’m just a stick or a stone.
Never did I think you’d go so far,
Never did I dream that I’d be alone,
Never did I wish I’d depart from you
Love, come back now; I miss you dear…
Vish Jun 2013
I stood there patiently,  
To see the idol in red
Along with me waited a thousand
Until their feet bled…
Wishes and dreams they never have an end,
To get one granted I waited there myself.

Folks from everywhere came to see,
The deity, that blesses selflessly.
Adults, children, infants and old
Delayed my visit to the divine soul.

Among this crowd, a voice I heard.
Sweet and melodious like the cuckoo bird.
I tried to get a glimpse, of that sound
When what I saw got me astound.

An angel in pink, with eyes so brown.
Hair like midnight and face serene
Giggling and laughing she stood with her mom,
Playing with her shadow, she moved round and round.

Her innocence so delicate, just like snow.
Her smile, so cheerful she would make a dreamboat.
Anyone who seemed erupt and raged,
Would get a glance and feel calm like a sage.
.
Like the scales of a rattle snake we lined.
Slowly yet steadily towards the sacred shrine
Long and restless, like the wind we moved.
The doll came closer to where I stood.

Infants were crying and the old got tired.
Mothers were trying their best to keep calm
We were in a temple, I wondered why the alarm?
Men perspired and their phones kept ringing
Impatient they became as the wind stopped ruffling.

All this happened around that princess
She was still calm and smiling instead.
She looked around to see other kids cry
Then she saw me and waved hi.

I wanted to carry her; that little child
Her face was imprinted on my mind,
I was sure she would be lighter than air,
I admired her for the way she stared.


Wonder if she knew where she was,
Wonder where she got her patience from
Wonder when my time would come
When suddenly I realized the temple bells rung.

The queue moved faster as people barged in
The crowd got disorganized and broke the line
I pushed too and stood on my toes
With my hands joined, and my neck stretched
I tried hard to see; the divinity.

Just then next to me I felt
Something; a gentle touch I guess
I turned to see who it was
To my enchantment, there she was…

That darling stood just beside me
Carried by her mother facing the lord.
I forgot for that moment where I was
For next to me was the angel from above.

Her sparkling brown eyes kept me stunned
Her exquisite smile, oh lord I wish I was a guy!
He face so beautifully crafted not a single flaw…
She was best work of the heavens that I ever saw.

I touched her tiny hands so pink.
She smiled; I tried to get her to speak
Just when, her mother turned to me and said
“My baby; she is unsounded from birth.”

Startled I stared at that mother’s face
I could see droplets flood her almond eyes
“I heard her voice so sweet just now” (I mumbled)
“She only, just makes noise” (and passed by…)
I leered again at that child
Wondered; how could the lord be so unkind…?

Just then it struck me why I was there
I ogled again at the idol in red
With so many questions that ran in my head.
I realized then my wish was lame.
I shut my eyes and prayed with faith,

“Dear lord; take away this cruel bane
And give her a life that she would want to live,
again… and again… “
Vish Jun 2013
To be with you is like heaven,
To see you smile is like sweet wine..
To be ignored is a curse i fear...
And when you misunderstand me i know i need beer...

I seek your attention like a child,
I want your time and your mind,
Wonder when you'll love me back...
I shall wait till that day is near...
Vish Jun 2013
Seasons I know, are not too high and not too low,
Just like the rain, the sun and the snow.
Seasons are green, seasons are blue,
But never do we know when they pass by you.
Some are bright while some are dark,
But some are just close to our heart.
There are seasons of love, and seasons of hate,
Seasons of joy, but all this god creates.
Seasons will come; seasons will go,
Just like passengers in a train that we don’t know.
Seasons are different seasons are unique
Just like some people who come our dreams.
Seasons are two and sometimes four,
But love once happened will happen no more.
Beaches are the spot when summer comes along,
Our beds make our crib when winter dawns.
Autumn is yellow, when leaves fall low
Down on earth making the roads all glow.
Spring is new, blooming and bright
There are flowers and fruits and much far off sight.
These are, seasons I know, seasons I see, seasons I feel, touch and breathe.
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