My Man, My Love, My Art

This man, I love the most,
Yet that word I can never say.

Bound by circumstance and relation,
Even though true, this love still is forbidden.

I don’t know when or how, the time or day,
Your existence in my life, it so happened this way…

Happiness I find in loving you,
How? From beginning you were never mine.

Never will there be an “us”
Never what I have can matter.

Your presence in a crowded room
Though hardly together, in those moments I live.

We hardly ever talk,
Though hearing your voice, a rush beyond words.

Won’t ask you for anything,
Nor it’s something you can give,

You won’t take my heart and keep it so safe,
Nor take a peek and see how strong it beats for you.

Don’t know how you’d react, yet my life I put at stake
Please forgive me for this unforgiving mistake.

I think of you, I feel the coolness of a breeze,
I forget my worries; and time seems to freeze.

I see dreams, pain, sorrow and fear-
You come around, wipe away each tear

I tried all possible ways to get immunity
From this love, to be set free,

Prayed everyday,
And tried to forget “You and me”

But I should never have a mind of my own,
What good is it to moan?

I have made a promise to myself,
Never to love anyone the way I love you.

No other man can make me happy,
My life can smile only for you.

The fact remains- you can never be mine,
So excruciating that nothing else hurts.

Finally, I frame my love like a fine piece of art,
Can never be touched, can’t go into my heart.

Then I scream out loud, let the world know,
Call myself a fool to be in this unaccepted love!

Yet I don’t cry, but wonder what to do?
With a smile, I ask myself,
What more can I do to give up this heart?

Whistle of the Wind

I still hear the whistle of the wind,
Look outside, to see whether he returned.


I hold out my hand, to feel his hug,
And dance with him once again.


One moment, one glimpse
That’s all he gave me like a surprise.


I live each day with one awful moment
His voice still echoes in my ears, endless torment.


Memories of him are all I have,
Till date, that alone still keeps me alive.


I still hear the whistle of the wind,
Look outside, holding out my hand,


With a belief, still he can take me along
If not now, next time.

Southern Wind

It was winter and I had been sleeping for a very long time,


Slowly awakened by the whistling of the wind, so gentle and cold


It was whispering to me,


Something, I had been longing to hear!.


Awake I closed my eyes, I felt my life complete,


The wind was holding me in his arms


I danced along, believing he would stay.


Only it was the southern wind,


As swiftly as he came, had to leave without me.


I believed it was the most beautiful dream I had ever seen-


Dancing with the wind!


Now it hurts… it wasn’t just a dream,


Such a fool to fall in love with the Wind that never stays in one place,


He could never take me along nor could he soon come back…


But I am not the wind, I know for sure,


And I could wait till next winter for his return,


My love will be forever awake,


Even if, it’s only in my dreams.