Well dear friends poetry writing ka kida..bole to has bitten me again...so I guess here I am about to torture you with two new ones..*ducks*...
Bole to first one is for Ganga who actually wanted me to write something about Kesar's misery and the murder truth burden..he faced..so this one's due to Ganga...thanx for inspiring me
Today also I was all alone
at my side there is no one
I was a single man in the path of life
still I was here to survive
living life lifelessly
churned,choppedc,cheerlessly
The one I loved played tricks with me
she was all ready to kick me
I bore the burden of the sin commited
to tell the truth...I was prohibited
Still I chose to sit quietly and did not blame
Destiny..was about to play a cruel game
everyone thought...I became a cool Guy
coz I tried to find love and joy
They didn't knew when the sea is calm
its a sign of heavy storm
Which eventually led the volcano to be erupted
and now the sinner is sorry for the methods he adopted
To play with the emotions of a family who respected him so much
though he lived life in repentance...but the ghosts of your evil deeds can not leave you as such
Now I feel I can provide solace to my bruised soul
coz the sinner is punished and I have achieved my goal
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Now the next one I had written long ago...and this poetry is written from a third person's point of view and Kes -Gul love and hate relationship story is compared to waves and rocks...bole to apna kesu is waves of passion and apni poor gullu...rocks
Love in a new Form
Life is so hectic makes me bore
I rather prefer to walk on the shore
the cool breeze ,the soothing smooth sand
the kokum trees ,the turquoise blue sea with no end
Sometimes I see the rocks and sometimes the waves
and try to analyse who's more brave
the power of the waves to hit the rocks
or the power of the rocks to bear these shocks
I couldn't understand is it rivalry or passion
It may be their mode of seduction
Waves are dancing and poor rocks are stable
The pain of rocks is really ineffable
But I see contentment is the last resort
Atleast they are getting someone's love
no matter in the form of painful shots
bhago ...chappal na pade..sorry if I pakaoed youđ
Dear all well my last poetry for kes -gul...My heart breaks đ..gulaal ending...so pls bear with me...Well this poem is about kEsu' feeling...about his dream..one night
Dear Tear
In my dreams one night
I had a huge fight
with my adorable spouse
sitting in the garden of my house
about a scene
in my dreams I've seen
in her eyes I was there
not as a shadow but as a tear
but I was happy in that form
in her eyes I was born
on her cheeks then I rolled
lived my life but can't hold
ended my life on her lips
still happy to end the trip
I lived my whole life with her
and I always want to be her tear
Another part of the dream was aweful
with her tears my eyes were full
but I did not cry
can you tell me why
In my tears she was there
and I was suffering from a fear
To lose her if I cry
Cry ?Why should I?...
Kumkum Bhagya
Anupamaa
