Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
July 25, 2014
Lament of a Martini Glass
Night after night.
Every night I await you.
I crave for thy rosy lips,
And down my spine runs
A misty chill of timid desire --
Night after night.
Every night I await you.
To touch thy warmth
and feel your softness.
Hoping you’d notice.
Night after night.
Every night
In me you drown
thy sea of sorrow,
raise a toast for a better tomorrow.
Night after night.
Every night I bridge
your past and dreams.
Sip you down martini,
so lovingly for thee I hold.
Night after night.
Every night you exile me
Not lost in thoughts
or any profound talk —
Yet so cold, such ignore?
Night after night.
Every night sigh bubbles up,
hope hits the glass-bottom.
my pride obliterated
and love unrequited!
Every night I await you.
I crave for thy rosy lips,
And down my spine runs
A misty chill of timid desire --
Night after night.
Every night I await you.
To touch thy warmth
and feel your softness.
Hoping you’d notice.
Night after night.
Every night
In me you drown
thy sea of sorrow,
raise a toast for a better tomorrow.
Night after night.
Every night I bridge
your past and dreams.
Sip you down martini,
so lovingly for thee I hold.
Night after night.
Every night you exile me
Not lost in thoughts
or any profound talk —
Yet so cold, such ignore?
Night after night.
Every night sigh bubbles up,
hope hits the glass-bottom.
my pride obliterated
and love unrequited!
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Love
January 23, 2011
A Decade of Love
The year two thousand and one
is a very special one -
born in Memphis was a great son
to some Rik, to the world Emon!
He lovingly called us jya & jaa
smearing our faces with endless abba.
Gave us reasons for so many things to do
from petshop, gameboy and visits to zoo.
will remember those eartly trips forever
what a joy & what a pleasure!
At four, he asked for his 1st soccer shoe
and 'like this, like that' a helmet too!
At seven, he attended his first rock show
still recollect his face, what a glow!
From soccer to baseball, and from piano to guitar
he does it all, can treat you to 'smoke on the water'
Often moody, but ever sporting
he's true fun, one comedy king --
more than just a class clown
cheers you up, when you are down.
A picky eater though he is
never says no to meatballs or ribs.
A decade of love has gone past
on this special day admit I must
that with every passing year
he is even more dear.
Today he turns 10, Boombing is his name
We wish him health, happiness and fame.
With loads of love and abba,
yours godparents - Jya 'n Jaa
to some Rik, to the world Emon!
He lovingly called us jya & jaa
smearing our faces with endless abba.
Gave us reasons for so many things to do
from petshop, gameboy and visits to zoo.
will remember those eartly trips forever
what a joy & what a pleasure!
At four, he asked for his 1st soccer shoe
and 'like this, like that' a helmet too!
At seven, he attended his first rock show
still recollect his face, what a glow!
From soccer to baseball, and from piano to guitar
he does it all, can treat you to 'smoke on the water'
Often moody, but ever sporting
he's true fun, one comedy king --
more than just a class clown
cheers you up, when you are down.
A picky eater though he is
never says no to meatballs or ribs.
A decade of love has gone past
on this special day admit I must
that with every passing year
he is even more dear.
Today he turns 10, Boombing is his name
We wish him health, happiness and fame.
With loads of love and abba,
yours godparents - Jya 'n Jaa
March 27, 2009
Love, deception and choice
He said that he loved her
He swore that he cared.
May be he did
Or may be he lied
Thinking all in love is fair,
she let her inhibitions down -
like the unbridled hair
cascading down her gown.
Now that she is pregnant
and he is gone for ever -
Do her naivety we flaunt
or comfort her in despair?
Inside her she hears a voice -
Forced she is to make a choice.
Helpless she feels, she is sad!
Cheated she is, she feels mad!
In name of love, when lovers cheat
Remorse all around in love's defeat.
Straddled with product of love or lust
who now on earth can she trust?
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Love
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