Mariah..

The falling drops of rain were of no console.

My heart was numb and mind on a roll.

Then, I saw that cute little girl hopping

Like a squirrel out on a stroll.

She smiled at me, with a twinkle in her eyes.

The glory of her face, made the gloominess subside.

I went near, and asked “Dear what is your name?”

She closed her eyes as if to conjure

And said ”Mariah” in her own grandeur.

My curiosity increased and I ceased

“How old are you?” I asked, pleased.

She replied in thrive,

“Tomorrow I will turn only five”

Smiling again, she said, “Come play with us in this rain”.

I replied in hurry “I fear of getting drained”

She then jumped with more vigor

As if to prove that my fears are only meager.

“Don’t you fear mother will scold?”

Hiding the face behind her little palms

“Mama is fast asleep” she told.

Before I parted my way,

I wished her happy birthday

“But it is not today” she said like a little princess.

“I know my dear;

But I wouldn’t be tomorrow here”

“Thank you” said her eyes sheer.

Then I felt something in my heart and mind.

There are enough joys in the world behind;

You have to just look around to find those joys,

That resides even within every child’s eyes.

P.S : This poem is for those who believe I am too engrossed with "so called"romantic

stuff hence should write something different ....

It's also dedicated to all sweet little children out there ...

And yes the more you read "Mariah.." ; the more you will like her ...

Finally, readers who like my "rom-antics" ... I will be back.

Remember to Forget..

Remember to forget ..
The face you always love to hate,
The mind you always wish to relate.
The moments spent before my sight,
The wrongs you did for my every right.
The glare of my loving eyes,
And the truth behind my lies.

Remember to forget ..
The memories of my indelible past,
The images that will forever last.
The nights with sleepless dreams,
The days with hopeless gleams.
The evenings when we coincidently met,
And the rains which made us wet.

Remember to forget..
The meetings of our probing eyes,
The last trace of hope in my voice.
The life that will never be the same,
The paths that will never cross again.
The grief hiding behind the maze,
And the lines written in your praise.

Have I seen you before ? ...

It was one of those rainy evenings
When I saw her in glittering ear rings.
Her attire was red and so were my feelings.
The sound of rain had a part to play,
Joy was in the mood and I had something to say

War was in my mind and battle in my heart,
What to say her and where to start?
I stopped her on the stairs of the hall,
What I could only do, was stare and then stroll.

After a while, I tried it again.
Happily this time my effort didn’t go in vain;
I asked her “Have I seen you before?”
I know it’s an old trick, but I could no more.
She shaked her head and said a big no.

“Maybe it was someone else whom I had seen”
I said it with a touch of sheen.
Then I thought,
“How could I tell you what I really mean?
You were in my dreams that I had last seen.”

Before I could be showered with some blame,
I went close to her and asked her name.
Blushing slightly under the just found fame
She uttered the eight lettered gem.
….
More than a year has passed since then;
The rainy evenings are here again,
I have nothing to lose and nothing to gain
But all I wish is.... to know her once again.

Sometimes I wish...

Sometimes I wish, I could be the drop of rain,
That trickles down your face
Feeling the warmth and feeling the pain;
Simmering in the light of yours
I could be like a beautiful pearl on shore.
Sometimes I wish..

Sometimes I wish, I could be the wind,
That plays with your locks;
And remain there always confined
In the midst of flowing cascade,
I could whisper in your ears, my desire
Sometimes I wish..

Sometimes I wish, I could be your heart,
That pounds at every sight of me
And the thousand secrets it so closely guards.
Beating at every moment of yours
I could be your life always yours.
Sometimes I wish..

And yet sometimes I wish, I could be me,
That I once used to be;
Without you residing in my heart
And without your thoughts
Dwelling in every part of my soul.
Someimes I wish..

What am I ? ..

Where ever you go you find me,
Am I the destination or am I the destiny?

Am I the secret, you want to behold?
Or am I the voice of your heart, better not be told?

Am I the thoughts, you like to ponder?
Or am I the questions, you don’t want to answer?

Am I the joy, you wish to share?
Or am I the grief, you always fear?

Am I the affection, warmer than sunlight?
Or am I the mystery, darker than night?

Am I the memories, you don’t wish to forget?
Or am I the desire, you always regret?

Am I the imagination, you wish to realize?
Or am I the reality, you want to despise?

Am I the love, which you wish to bestow?
Or am I the hate, which you never show?

I know not what am I,
But I would like to be -
The shine of your gleaming face,
The twinkle of your beaming eyes,
The rhythm of your beating heart,
And the soul of the song on your lips.

Mirror,mirror..

Mirror, mirror..please don’t conceal
Tell me how does it feel,
When with a bright smile,
She looks at you and then,
Caresses her hair with a slight zeal.

Mirror,mirror.. I had a question in mind,
Whom do you more beautiful find?
The lady that gazes at you
With dream in her eyes
Or the angel that resides behind.

Mirror, mirror.. I always wonder this,
Don’t you ever her absence miss?
Because you are the only soul,
Who she so lovingly glares,
And make my heart burn in flares.

Mirror o mirror, I want you to say,
What will you take away
To let me be you for one day,
So that when she looks at me,
I get reflected deep into her eyes.

My Dear Lady (your lips)...

My dear lady,
I know you have something to tell,
What is it that you‘re hiding in the shell?
The lips that once used to smile,
Are now bestowed for mystery and guile.
Those lovely two rosy creations of God
Are not to veil the truths even or odd.
But it’s for those dying souls,
Whose last wish is to see the most beautiful smile.

My dear lady,
Whenever I pass by your side,
You look at me with puzzled eyes,
The distance between your lips increase,
But then again your eagerness cease.
I wish, I knew where are those keys?
That can unlock all your miseries.

My dear lady,
The only thing I wish to convey.
The tale which you want to say,
Or the guilt that you want to confess,
Is nothing but an illusionary offense
Because till those lips brightens your face,
All the wrongs and sins that you place,
I am ready to bear it with a smiling embrace.

Lost Am I....

Lost is my sleep, searching for dreams,
Lost is my path, searching for realms.
Lost am I, searching for truth in your lies.
Will you find me peace, hiding in your eyes?

Lost is my mind, searching for sanity,
Lost is my desire, searching for vanity.
Lost am I, searching for that soothing balm.
Will you find me luck, scripted on your palm?

Lost is my soul, searching for life,
Lost is my smile, searching for delight,
Lost am I, searching for the gazes you impart.
Will you find me love, residing in your heart?

Also lost is my identity, searching for name.
Will you find me Gautam, lost somewhere in mayhem?

That Day ....

I met an angel that day;
She looked so cheerful and gay,
I had this impending thought,
From where has this destiny brought
A lady so charming and alone,
And why my heart’s beating not stopped.

Thinking and mumbling what next to do,
Gathering courage I moved a bit,
The time around me seemed so slow,
Also the weather so cold and frigid.
Seeing me she turned red for a while,
Then she greeted me with a smile.
I asked her “Will you be mine”?

“Dare you not even think for a while?”
“That I can ever be yours “she riled.
“For you are a simple being and I divine”.
With tears in my eyes, I realized,
The moment that I had eulogized,
Was nothing more than a dream,
For angels are not for mortals on earth;
They are either for the souls in heaven
Or ….... men in dream.

Two Streaks....

I had never seen such a beautiful sight,
The water was black and the surroundings white,
The flow so silky and the cascade so bright,
No it wasn’t a waterfall, but her hair so light.

Two streaks coming over her face,
Was like a stream of cloud over space,
Or was I lost in that lovely entangled maze?
It was nothing less than a princess’ grace.

The locks running over her cheeks,
Seemed like river flowing out of creeks,
Or was I mistaken in my judgement?
It was the sea of hopes desiring to unleash.

She played with it like a child uncared,
Her fingers fiddling with it, completely unaware
That the world around her is beautiful,
But not more than the two streaks of her hair.