A life not so certain

(Photo by Tony)

If we knew how our fate would unfold,
If we knew what does the future hold,
Would everything still remain the same?
Would we risk being singed by the flame?

My muse

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This poem arises from having watched DDLJ again (after a looong time I might add) -- specifically this poem from Simran's diary:

Aisa Pehli baar hua hai in satra athra saalon main
Andekha Anjana koi aane laga khayalon main
Aankhon ki khidki par ek saya sa lehrata hai
Dil ke darwaje par koi dastak de ke jaata hai
Ghehri bhuri aankhein mujhse mera naam poochti hai
Haathon ki lakiron main kiska chehra ban jaata hai
Uski saasein resham jaisi mere galo ko chu jaati hai
Uske haathon ki khusbu ab tak mere balo main hain...
Haan Aisa Pehli baar hua hai in satra athra saalon main
Andekha Anjana koi aane laga khayalon main
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Her silky locks unfettered,
Swaying in the gentle breeze.
Her childlike smile, intoxicating laughter,
Filling people around her with joy.
Her honey-sweet voice,
Infusing the air with melody pristine.
Tender and loving her gaze.
Right before me she stands.
My enchantress, mon amour...

I reach out towards her, arms outstretched.
To hold her in a loving embrace,
To run my hands down her tender face.
But ere I can touch her the slightest,
Does she fade away into nothingness;
So does my dream ripple away,
So does my muse disappear,
A mere figment of my imagination;
Yet, the tormentor of my dreams.

Missing you

Written for someone special...

It seems just yesterday,
When we went our separate way,
Yet the moment's long gone,
We've parted, I'm forlorn,
Clinging onto belief,
Yearning for relief,
From the pain inflicted,
Waiting, nay begging, for the day,
When it shall be lifted,
When, stare into your shimmering eyes, I may,
Into your ears, sweet nothings, whisper.

I was so fortunate that we met such,
Who'd have thought we'd get along so much,
And in a narrow span of time,
You have all but become my life,
Constrained as I am with words that rhyme,
I can't clearly articulate my strife,
Yet I attempt to surmise:

I miss you more each passing day,
And I cling onto memories we shared along the way,
And each brief talk with you,
The moments, they seem so few.
Quickly trickling by,
Amazing me at how time does fly,

I miss you when the sun holds sway,
And I miss you when it fades away,
I miss you when the moon shines pale,
And I miss you when the stars, the sky regale,
And with each passing moment, with each heart's sigh,
As the moment we shall finally meet again draws nigh,
I miss you all the even more,
Eagerly waiting for you to touch shore.

I promise

How I wish,
I could promise you this,
That I'd never leave your side,
That for ever and ever,
I shall be your guide.

And how I wish,
I could promise you this,
That you'd never have to cope,
With fear and sorrow...
And that each tomorrow,
Would be filled with with happiness plenty.

Oh and how I wish,
I could promise you this,
That come what may,
We shall not part ways,
Together we shall walk...always.

But promise you these things, I can't.
For dear, life is uncertain,
And you and I know not,
What hardships it may bring,
and when He may draw the curtain.

But, yet, a promise I can make,
I promise you this,
Sealed with this kiss,
That I shall love you,
Each day, more than ever,
For as long as I live...

A Love Letter

Your lips curl up into a smile,
And I am beside myself with joy.
A sad tear runs down your tender cheek,
And I wallow in despair.

Each word echoing from your lips,
Is like the ringing of sweet bells.
Your laughter is intoxicating like wine,
Always leaving me wanting for more.

Your eyes, the depth of the ocean they hold,
And mesmerize me whenever I look at them,
Your silky hair, in the cool breeze they sway,
And enamored by these locks, my heart does sigh.

I could keep on writing things about you, my love,
Trying to state how much I love you,
And yet, just as an artist can't do justice Mother Nature,
My word's would never do any justice to my feelings for you,
For no matter how hard I try,
My words shall miserably fail
At trying to capture my love for you.
Still, I attempt to surmise:

The memories of the time spent with you remain etched in my heart.
And the hope of getting to see you again,
Is what gets me through the toughest of ordeals.
You are my world, love,
You are my world and much more.
For if it weren't for you, my love,
I'd be nothing...nothing at all.