"Those eyes..."

To the love of my life: 

I still love those eyes,

I really  do,

It's time that has forced me to -

Forcefully forget you,

Heartlessly be indifferent to you,

And hurt you beyond compare,

All I can do now is to stare -

Stare at 'my' future,

And reminisce 'our' past,

Which we wished would forever last,

But Alas!!!

It didn't...

And here I'm, scared and frightened,

Looking through the frame,

Into those lovable eyes again,

Collecting and connecting the pieces of my life,

To get back my life again,

Because, somewhere deep down, I still love those eyes

I really do...

Pseudonym : h!v

Happy Valentine's Day

To the love of my life: 

Courtesy: http://www.sterling-wellness.com

I love this pristine feeling,
I like the way its been unveiling,
I'm obsessed to the good times we shared,
I long for the moments when, for each other, we cared,
So today the sun is a witness to everything I say, 
But I swear,
I ask you this,
Because I wish you were mine,
"Will you be my Valentine?"

Time would fly past, 

Not forever it would last,
We would die and so would our souls, 

But the only thing that would stay is the 'story',
I wish we have one such story,
So today the moon is a witness to everything I say, 

But I swear,
I ask you this,

Because I wish you were mine,
"Will you be my Valentine?"

Even if the destiny takes a U-turn,
And you walk past leaving me stranded at a point-of-no-return,
I would have no compunctions,
Absolutely no regrets,
But I swear,
I certainly would ask this question,
I always wished that you be mine,
So then,
"Why didn't you be my Valentine?"

Pseudonym : h!v

Walk Through!!!

Walk with me in rain
Walk with me when I’m in pain
Walk with me when I’m struggling
Walk with me when I’m alone
Walk with me when no one’s around
And solitude is all I found
Because when there ain't any shoulder to shed my tears
And not a single soul to mitigate my fears
I want someone to hold my hand
And guide me away from this cursed and jinxed land
To a place where falling doesn’t mean falling in one’s own conscience
Where striving doesn’t mean scratching your fists at work
Where fighting isn’t for bread
And where one could weave the subtle harmony tread
Answer me – if you can take to my concocted haven
Which is pristine, sacred and has grandeur of God’s own heaven
Only if you could walk with me till the end
And if you could redeem my courage to fight the trend
I beseech you to walk by my side
My hearts yearning to experience the panacea of your touch
Life’s unfair and I don’t expect much
But only a mate who would be along till my last breath
Still in search of that soul, aimlessly I run
So I beg you-“Tell me if you are the one”…..

Pseudonym : h!v