Sunday 16 October 2016

If I Were A Book

If I were a Book,
On the shelf,
I would be overjoyed to meet new people everyday.
Some would flip through,
Some would read through.

The fact that  I would enter a reader's mind, brings thrills.
The thought that one person may meet you daily, and then never again,
Makes me cry shrills.

I would swirl with joy when the winds blew in.
I would be left teary eyed if the rain came in.

How lovely would it be to alter one's thoughts
How delighting would it be to put someone to deep slumber.
To some I would bring wonders and to others, thunder.

If I were a Book, My friend,
I would be called an 'addiction' by some
I would go along with decoction at home.
If I were a Book, My friend,
I would be be-friend-ed  like none other ally of  the own!













Friday 7 October 2016

Coming back to you

What I love the most is coming back to you.
Because you are the calmer one I know.

What I love the most is looming at you ,unwarranted,
Because I know the recoil,that I so take for granted.

What I love the most is growing with you, into pitfall,
Onto steps and heights, or out of the bygone wall,
Because you have taught me never to succumb,
Even when, I  saw the future, Not standing plush & tall.                 

What I love the most are the times we disagree,
Because the fond memories I make around them,
Could never be traded for anything that came in dollars or forever-free.

I have named the  place where I feel permissed as 'thee',
Because at times it feels too good to be in glee,
That no matter what, thou shall know the ropes and keep them harm-free.

What I love the most is coming back to you.
Because you are the serene one I know.

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