Longing. Poems

Distance Between Us Is But A Glimpse Of The Moon

I search the heavens for a trace of you,
Only to find your shadow in the lunar glow.
Its silver gaze stirs memories anew,
A lantern lit for hearts, only those longing...know.

Though oceans swell and continents divide,
Time has sealed the pathways we once knew,
Yet the moon still carries whispers to my side—
Distance between us is but a glimpse

Where are They Now?

The youthful days 
of hopeful dreams 
and tears that trickled 
into streams? 

Love that flourished 
in the sun 
and faded 
as quickly as it had begun? 

Where are they now, 
the incense prayers, 
high as hopes 
to one who cared? 

The carefree days 
of fearless whims, 
the joy of voicing 
songs and hymns? 

Where are

Dear Lord

I yearn to walk the path that leads to eternal bliss,
To live a life that pleases You, and brings joy to all I miss.
I'm uncertain of my way, of the choices I make,
But I seek Your guidance, Your wisdom, for Your sake.

Renew me, dear Father, renew my heart and mind,
That I may reflect Your love,

The Perfume Bottle

On my dresser rests a bottle of glass
its angle still holding the light like water.
The stopper breathe when raised
and the air loads with her absence.

A breath of jasmine, faint but faithful,
returns me to the nights I waited
for the sound of her heels on the stair
her perfume arriving before her voice.

Now the bottle is nearly empty
yet

Letters Lift Me

Letters lift me 
When my world drowns
Hearing smiles in her voice
I know love exists

Cherish every minute
Days, weeks, hours
Counting as she sleeps
Waiting for her to wake

Breathing small hours
As our paths align
Brushing through our destiny
Drinking outrageous fortune

Our cores braided 
Bodies untouched
Searing blood in our veins
Heavenly tides of emotions

Transparent hearts
Hewn of fire and glass
Fusing with critical mass
An indivisible

Aching absence of love

                    The dawn is here,
                   Lighting up the sky
         

Outside The Empty Mug

the night’s wildlife stampedes through the crosswalk.
penguins dressed in short black skirts and white tops.
an Irish River Dance of black boots cross by the lights
startle the onlookers from the comfort of their cars.
hard to distinguish any individual from the rest.

a uniform that ignites a father’s spark,
not the kind they ignite on the bar-walk.
thinking about my

This is not a poem

It's a cry for attention
it's as loud as loud can be
~ how many ways to ask



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

Hold my Hand

It's a far reaching stretch,
Large people has flooded in,
I am not alone,
My father has held my brothers hand pretty strong;
As he makes the path in between 
I too am catching up ,
A carnival is yet to come
Huge creatures approached 
 as we stood in front .

Loud drums and hustling crowd 
papa speaks to his friends

LISTEN To The WIND

"True Love is eternal, surpassing time and circumstances. "  - Poet


   In my last phase sending an errand through wind
        requesting you to rewind reminiscences 
            rippling on lost love of our bygone days.

no title

       
like morse code ~
                     you read the rhythm of my breath
        
         

A conversation

strangely for you, i am yours.
odd defiance of the greatest, 
my body craving what your hunger lay.
trace my ache with your warmth, 
fiercely dissolve it under your tongue.

wishes upon the stars
on the river where dogs bathe,
wailed in agony within this realm
this realm of your embrace

i do love you, i do unravel
like fixtures of the skylight

Preety promise

Can you see the rain droplets trailing down the window,
Tracing a map to utopia, 
We made a promise have you forgotten,
Well so many you couldn't count,

While whispering preety words to me I felt your warmth,
As a single crystal of memories trailing down my cheek,
Tracing a map to paradise,

I had promised to never leave your side

Listen To The Wind

“The serenading wind whispers the song of emotions
the rhythm of the longing heart listens to articulate” – By Poet


The sunburst sky sprays surreal spectrum 
on the dew diadem of emerald meadow.  
Floral colors compose spring symphony
floating on the cadenced flow of joyous zephyr. 

The wind entices me with blissful tune, 
as the argentine moonbeam

The spring wind

The misty mask of winter ambience melts away, 
turning the sky into a cobalt cauldron,
from where the ambrosia of spring descends 
with sequined aura through the diaphanous air.
Gossamer clouds gorgeously embroidered
with the wispy ribbons of regal robe appear.

The sunburst sky sprays surreal spectrum 
on the dew-crowned emerald meadow. 
On the cadenced flow of joyous zephyr

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