Game of Love

The game of love

Is not what you think

Takes two to tango

Just one to break up

A spring of dreams

Laid barren by

Midsummer’s sun

Sent to cold storage

Deep Winter’s snow

Yesterday’s rose petals

Withered and blown away

The game of love

Flourishes watered by

Faith and hope

Patience and desire

Compromise makes it bloom

The game of love

Not for the faint hearted

Commitment keeps it alive

Weathering storms of doubt

The game of love

Rich pleasure

For those

Willing for

A slow waltz

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I do not dream anymore

I do not dream anymore
Dreams,not achieved
Do not bother
And ruin my days
Know what will be said
Labels will be assigned
Disappointment, failure
Underachiever, indifferent

I do not dream anymore
Just so that you know
Have left those days behind
When I used to see
The reflection in the mirror
And not recognize the face
Looking back at me
A face defined by others

I do not dream anymore
Made peace with myself
No need to look at the mirror
Because I know in my heart
I will like what I will see

I do not dream anymore
Dreams that probably
Were not mine
To begin with
But hope, I still hope
And I know that
I will be able to live
Without my dreams
And make a life of it

I do not dream anymore
Now that learnt to love myself
I  learnt to love
And share my love
Without fear of
Acceptance or rejection
I do not dream anymore

WOMEN

First published on my blog on March 9, 2016 in honor of International Women’s Day. This poem was also a part of my “52 weeks journey with the letter “W”.
Women
Wonder everyday
Where would we be
Without them
Mother,sister,beloved,lover
Wife
Will we be complete
When there is none
World without women
What will it be
Caregiver,homemaker,soulmate,breadwinner
Where
We will find
Wonderful qualities all combined
Woe to the men
Who demeans women
Empathy,love,emotion,mercy
Women
With all fine qualities
Weaker sex why do we call
When for nine months
Womb carry the future world

Women
Without you
Where would we be
Wholeheartedly, without reservation
We salute thee

Love is All That Matters

Darkness pitch black
Soft touch of
Exploring fingers
Quivering lips
In loving quest
Flowing warmth of
Burning desire
Exuberant thunder
Of deafening silence
Flowing through
Bursting veins
In that moment
Of ecstatic rupture
A fire was lit
Still burning
Over all these years
Lighting the path
Amidst the abyss
And mountains
In the end
Love is all
That matters

Forlorn Friday

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Nothing good comes from
Heart filled with hatred
Broken strings not
Good music make
A gloomy day
Even a forlorn Friday
Will pass
Like the tree in winter, patient
Knows spring will come
Keep that light burning
Hope will see us through
An eye for an eye
A blind world makes
Fill hearts with love
Darkest days sure
Will pass by

Love is a four letter word, so is pain

Letting go will ease the pain, they say

Only if leaving would have been easy

Value what you have, cherish today

Everything past is history, future fantasy


To my dear readers, I will be out for few weeks on a trip and may not have good internet connections.  So till we meet again, Happy Holidays and here is to wishing you all a very happy New Year 2018 in advance.