My last poem...

Years later from now,
On the journey to my grave,
Betraying the urge to stay on,
I would whisper that old song,
That’s yet to come…

Holding in my pen on that last day,
How I wish I could write you a poem,
Of words with life that went away with you,
And the journey we had had so far…

“Though I must not leave as I promised. But no breath remains forever. Smile on my grave if you can for we meet again,up there.
P.S:- I love you”

As I would keep my last poem beside your pillow,
And kiss on your forehead for just last time.
I would whisper you those memorable words,
That’s yet to come…

Days after my grave gone old,
Sitting on the clouds of heaven,
I wish I could touch you again,
In the same way we did,
When we were teen…
I wish I could say thanks,
For loving me till world ends.
And say sorry for not saying,
So many love you(s)
On so many occasions,
Those are still yet to come…

The Weak Warrior...

(Part I)
In the Urge to diminish his grave,
And to knot his pride,
The warrior must betray the reason,
No matter how weak you are,
When the sword is in your mouth,
You speak only vowels…

The Warrior lifted his shield, the armor,
Diminished sword, and the Courage.
He was not an obvious fighter,
Had little strength, less stamina,
Slackly built, shy and imperfect.

But
The battlefield awaits him,
Tonight,
The warrior betrays the reason…

(Part II)
Raised mud smells blood,
The warriors fights all,
Spears Shaken,
Shield splintered,
The glory of real men lies in the perfection of courage.

“Men, you fight for power, for your king, for glory. But tonight, one man rewrites the History of Battles”
Said the warrior.

And the warrior fought like a man,
His Sword Turned Red,
Crimson Shade in his eye,
No matter how weak he is,
Tonight, Blood shall he seek.
For some reasons,
Blood transmits the element of pride in brave ones.

“Oh, Young one, you a no warrior. In the age of reckoning, weak die, fools suffer, you disrespected your king. You posses no pride, no strength. Tell, what you fight for ?”
Said the enemy.

The warrior closed his eyes,
The red darkness of distinct past,
He could see her finger down his body,
And the whispering in his ears,
“My love, No retreat, no surrender. Fight like a man, bow for no one. Drench your sword with blood and pride. Die like a free man, and when you go in heaven light yourself so bright that people start worshiping you and not that sun…”

The warrior slashed his arm,
jagged sword parting his flesh.

The warrior raised his sword.
“As a real men, I fight for my women. For her respect, for her love, for her.

(Part III)

With bundled pride and glory,
The warrior returned home.
The exalted spark in his eyes,
Still a dissolved aks of her beloved…

He knocked her door,
And finds another man opening it…

Tonight, on his side of river,
He waits for her beloved.
He will not throw pebbles today,
For, ripples are bad examples of love…

And he saw her
Beauty. Perfect. Bliss.
He named it, “Her”.

“My warrior, He is a gold merchant. He would bring medicines when I’m sick. He would care more then my family. He taught me to laugh, made me smile. When you were away, he walked that extra mile.”
“Do you love him ?”
“Favor, my warrior favor. I have to repay him, I have to repay back. He is all I have today, he wants to go back, but I can’t let him go. I’m drawn to him, amazed by his charm. I’m deep engulfed in his thoughts, I don’t want this to end”
“My love…”
“Yes”
“No retreat, No surrender…”

The warrior left.

(Part IV)
In love,
Neediness is a brutal companion.
And the acceptance of true love,
Is mere a signal of perfect ignorance.

He prepares for battle again,
He palm is heavy, he is sweating,
The spear is shaking,
The sword is blunt…
Tonight,
He fights for no reason… 

The fish in the sea is never thirsty...

Drowned in so deep sea,
I should not yearn for water,
But the thirst for anything I have now,
Is less than I had at shore…

So much am I accustomed,
To the comfort of being in the sea,
That the distant sight of the shore today,
Doesn’t make me thirsty…

But I’m thirsty,
Like a simple boy who is in love with a simple girl,
Though he loves her so much,
But he still wants to love her more,
With each passing day…

See, I’m still thirsty,
I’m submerged in the sea,
But I still yearn for water,
To get more of it...

Ohh, boy, like me,
You should know this too,
The fish that's in the sea,
Is NOT thirsty...

Urge to Stay on...

Two friends,
Alone with tears,
But together to smile,
And smile being there lonely companion...

She leans on him,
And he can’t stand alone,
There need for each other,
Is the only urge to stay on.

But don’t they know?
In love,
Neediness is a brutal companion…

So, don’t show ‘em any excuse,
To reason ‘em what they don’t accept,
Coz acceptance of love in a relation,
Un-reasons the love they have with ‘em.

But aren’t they aware?
In love,
Reasons are needless companion…

Two friends,
In need of each other,
Betrays the reason to love,
Coz they think,
Love is an anti-friendship companion...

Too much to ask for...

Your discovery of gaps in me,
Resides silently in despair…
Yes, you shouldn’t pretend walking in ‘em,
Coz, today, I find you standing there…

But now I’m drifting you away,
Coz you are hurting my gaps each day.
Though, my denial is not an urge to end…
But surely a start where we can’t pretend.

Today, I ask you nothing to explain,
But your desire to make things this way,
Why, just, why? You overlooked love in my eye,
Aah, sure, you thought it’s too much to ask for…

Then tell me,
Wasn’t your discovery mere a realization,
Of the degree of angles in love?
Or wasn’t my truth in accepting your lie,
A very much base for you to pretend love ?

See, I’m drifting you away,
Coz you would still walk around ‘em,
Though, I need you not to fill ‘em..
But I hate you 4 showing ‘em up…!!!!

An E-mail to God

TO: God kool_dude_bhagwan@yahoo.co.in
Subject: Seeking sum answers.

Hello God,I know you are always busy.
But if it's ok with you,
Or if u can read or write,
Or if you have a broadband connection,
And not a dial-up one,
Please Answer few of my questions.

They say our destiny is written by you,
And nothing can change it,
Then why do we pray you for better lives?
Because I think,
No one's life resembles heaven,
In that case God,
You are a bad author.

They say God help those who help themselves,
So I've always helped myself to smile,
Whenever I've cried in pain.
But I've seen that,People who do bad to us never cry,
In that case God,
God help those who are eventually bad.

God, I wonder one thing,
Do you get happy when you see a child smiling?
I guess not,
Coz you are immortal,
And immortality has no emotions.
In that case God,You are jealous of us,
And you make us die.

God, I don't think bad of you.
I just've some bad questions.
But, as people say, you are good and nice.
I hope you will reply something good.

Sender: samrat singh

Things that i'll never say

Don't ask me,
How my wounds feel when they get old,
Coz I’ve lived with 'em, not you.
Don't tell me,
That in love, Time is an intoxicating touch,
Coz I’ve healed 'em, not you.

But I want you to listen some things,
The things, I've never said.
That when wounds get old,
Memories are only toxic medicines.

So don't bother me,
Why my words don't tremble so much,
& why I never cried in front of you.
Coz, these are the things,That I’ll never show.

Don't tell me,
That you always wanted me to made,
Promises that you asked me to take.
Coz, those were the words,
That I’ll never-ever say.

But I want you to know something,
My wounds don't tremble in promises,
And my love will never cry without you.
Coz I’ve loved love, not you.