Beloved She

When i see her eyes dont ask me what my heart feels,
Because heart is the only one who stares and steals,
I cant look above the life of hers,
and see my aim to full fill all her dreams.

The way she carries herself i cant express,
And can wear anythin suit,jeans or dress,
Shine in her eyes and lips could faint anybody,
And why isn’t she mine is every guy worrying.

When she holds my hands i couldnt speak a word,
all my heart says that i could make her all mine,
Dont want to give her even a drop of her eyes,
Folks tell me are you a lover or a praising mime.

Care from her heart and her gestures wins me for her,
what else i could say as a respect for her,
and when i realised she cannot be mine,
can you even feel the repentance of my life.

I did break all the barriers and tried to fight all the time,
but all i got is a drop of tear always in my eyes,
But a hope is in my head that if i could make all the tries,
May be its the destiny waiting for my cry.

Today she is here and so am i,
She is running helpless either i couldnt do anything then a try,
Why do sometimes i think take almighty so much of examinations,
while some of them deserves directly the fry.

Eye is the contact and so is the heart,
We can hear each other with the beat,
Pray the god to make us a soul for thee,
and set us the love-birds free.

6 Comments, RSS

  1. KRITI November 12, 2010 @ 7:23 pm

    amazing use of words and the way of expressing…jus adore your imagination of such a gal………….gud work ashu… πŸ™‚

  2. Ashwin D November 12, 2010 @ 7:28 pm

    thanks kriti for the appreciation!! πŸ™‚

  3. A M Radhika November 12, 2010 @ 7:31 pm

    Name πŸ™‚

    Volunteer music director here.

  4. Ashwin D November 12, 2010 @ 9:08 pm

    Yeah i desperately need a music director now! πŸ˜›

  5. Vandana November 17, 2010 @ 6:43 pm

    hmmmm…..a different style of writing…. good work…keep it up…
    n may i ask,was that a peace of a poet's imagination, fiction or a penning down of life's misery?
    ps: don't mind plz…..nice poem….

  6. Ashwin D November 17, 2010 @ 7:28 pm

    Well vanna first of all thanks for reading and appreciating the work, secondly the answer to ur question is that this one is more of a combo of a poet's imagination in misery of life going through.. So its like both at time.. Thanks though for the concern.. πŸ™‚

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *


CommentLuv badge

%d bloggers like this: