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Showing posts with label The Philosopher Inside Me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Philosopher Inside Me. Show all posts

Monday, September 21, 2015

Hearts on the shore... ♡ ♡

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The skies are singing blue, soon they would rain,
amid the music of ocean, to kiss the shore again.
One longing so long, to gently clasp wind's hands,
is screaming and yearning, to drench the golden sands.

As is the rain of love, so is the breeze of life all new,
long ago a moment in time , had tied my being with you.
No words could voice our love, so zealous and deep,
love that floats, in the fragrant fumes of our dreams.

Hand in hand, we will walk along the mighty shores,
with the tender winds fondling, our rain-drenched souls.
Soon our footprints, will embrace the silky beach,
where the sparkling playful waves, will tickle our feet.

Sweet is the wish, to see an ocean shining in your eyes,
that draws my heart to rain over, like a cloud full of light.
Over the boundless ocean, soon that cloud would pour,
but till then, we will sit, and draw hearts on the shore. . . . .

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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Sooner...

Here I am....sharing with you all....one of my initial poetry trials...
Approved as a nice trial by my fiancé and my sister...One that's very close to my heart...
It goes like this...
Hope you have a good time reading it...

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Sooner...


Like dew drops amid the dry sands, tears twirled in her eyes.
An elated moment splashed them, with contentment and reprise.
Only needed was, another moment of honesty in that midnight.
Under the glistening sky, a new tale was waiting to see the twilight.

Her tears would then sing, in innocence of faith spent,
a melody flowing through her cheek, spirited and eloquent.
The smile that would heal, may pursue this twilight,
from the starlit skies, to meet a soul as chaste and bright.
May the amber of her heart, gleam and glow,
for the sake of love, so serene and pure.

Morning clouds now dance slowly, the rain drops also sing.
Flowers now smile at her, the moon lights up her dreams.
Sooner...
the birds inspire her soar high, the rainbows become her canon.
Now the dawn's orange sky, is next to heaven.


                                                         © Vandana Verma

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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Crazy Thoughts !!


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Dude, I'm angry,
Why are you so late ??
Without you on this earth,
such a nullity I'm forced to face !!


This world is so cruel,
and you are the Devil king !!
Stop being a stranger,
come let's exchange the rings !!

In the Sun's scorching heat,
when I walk alone..!!
Why your shadow isn't over me ?
why are you still unknown ??


Tell me one thing,
can't you come soon ??
I'm bored of gazing at stars,
I'm tired of talking to the moon !!

Dear answer me fast,
and I'll be fine !!
Let this wait end soon,
let our  love stars shine !!

                       - © Vandana Verma

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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Broken Friendship

When I needed her the most,
she wasn't there for me.

When I was sad,
she laughed at me.


When I was shattered,
she fought with me.

When I  was alone,

she left me otherwise.

When I wanted her words,
she stopped talking.


And still she said,
.."it was my fault"..


              
                 - © Vandana  Verma

Monday, September 21, 2009

StAr LiGhT ......

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The words come and go, start somewhere in the future, zip on their hellbent road to the past and somehow, somewhere between here and there, they get trapped in my fingers, tangled on the page.

They try to shoot across the barrier, diamond bright comets with trails of brilliance and pain.
And then they get stuck in my palm.

Before they know it, they are falling out of the mouths of my characters, weaving plot thread shuttles across a computer screen loom, slipping on clothes made from the Sun and the Moon.

Star light, I wish I may, I wish I might create another tale tonight. One that keeps me awake, that burns in the heart and twists like a snake.