To the love of my life…

Yet again… I want to hold your hands
And play like a kid on the wet sands
Rejoicing, careless and carefree
I wanna relive all those memories…

Today I really wanna see you race…
And come back to me at a breathtaking pace
You can’t even think of quitting so soon
Still gotta spend nights together staring at the moon.

All those pink dresses you gifted me
The running around beneath the litchi tree
Can’t you hear my contagious laugh
at that circus, on seeing the funny dwarf?

You promised to take mom on a world tour
Like you say she’s the best wife, the most demure…
Even she wants you to stay back for some more time…
Who else’ll fight over the remote for the news at nine?

With you I wanna see a new dawn…
Hold on to life dad… Please hold on…

-Ships

God... I love him more than you do

I want him more than you...

Back to Life!

Its hardly been five odd days… and as the feeling of being back home has just started to sink it, alas it’s time to say good bye again!

Who knows how time flies away… I can still feel my dad’s caressing embrace and see my mom’s sweetest smile when I alighted from the Gujarat Mail on Saturday. My legs are still tapping to the sound of music, and my cheeks are pursing a smile at my ex-colleagues’ silly gestures. The chaotic chimes of the get together with my friends last night are still so vivid and clear…

This reminds me of a few lines from John Howard Payne’s poem;

How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile,

And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile!

Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam,

But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home.

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!

Phew… inspite of knowing this, the mind wants to roam about in search of new pleasures! What an irony of life!

Well… on second thoughts roaming aint a bad option either… ;)
So much can happen over roaming around… Check out the next few lines I penned…

Courtesy: Two of my friends who are deeply in love… and guess how their love blossomed? By roaming around of course! Read on…

As two strangers roam amidst the empty street
Both in search of an unfrequented retreat
Immersed in gravity of their own worlds…
Their whole life before them unfolds…

From stranger to friends…
From friends to lovers…
And lo’ fret and fuss ends
All cares and concerns it covers.

Now, as two lovers roam, Walking hand in hand

Mesmerized in love, on the velvetty gravelly sand…
The waves roll along as the new lovers kiss,
Totally immersed in one another, soaked in the bliss.

Loving the moment, spending time together,
Entrusting all nuances within each other
Today as the new lovers roam…
They intend to make a new home sweet home!

-Ships.

So you see… roaming aint a bad option at all!
Keep roaming! Fly High!

After all… Tame birds sing…. Wild birds… -> They fly!!
(The last line… Courtesy: Handwritten acciaccatura on a book’s first page by a friend of mine!)