My endless love...

To you I’ve to ask,

For you there is a task.

Do you have five minutes to spare,

If you really care?

Listen to me carefully,

I have written this dearly,

For you who is so lovely,

So that you know clearly,

To what I have to say precisely...

I have a story to narrate,

Hope I don’t irritate.

This guy I saw

Was with a puzzled jaw.

His brain is funny

And he is very geeky.

I met him a year back

And I got a heart-attack.

We were friends in the end,

Whose ideas rarely blend.

We met quite often

And we had loads of fun.

We heard out eachother,

Without this world to bother.

Seldom we noticed the change,

When our hearts ex-change.

He hinted me what he liked

And it was then I realized.

I asked him to confess

But he wasn’t sure of “YES”.

“You are the one I like” I said in his eyes

And then with no message, he ran in disguise.

With that broken heart he made me cry

And not to talk to him, I did try.

He was then sorry for his behavior

And then said to me, “I like you too dear”.

Months have passed by for us to be together,

I feel we are now made for eachother.

For you I write this from the beginning,

So you don’t forget this, when we reach the ending.

This is to whom I love

That is as pure as dove.

Lost in the search

On the lonely path, in the night,

I walked with fear and of fright.

The star of my fate that I followed,

Under the moon-light that I borrowed.

Nothing to hold, nothing to talk and nothing to smile,

In the rough night I walked one another mile.

I cried till my eyes went dry,

Not to loose hope I did try.

Saw a flower in the brightness of the lune,

Trembling lips found rhythm to the tune.

With joy and glee, I grabbed,

With fear no more I moved ahead.

Blindly I follow the star of my fate,

Caring no more for the flower, the mate.

Its petals withered, when I ignore,

It trusted me completely and now no more.

To my star I stare and to me my flower,

Just like an admirer to its lover.

Night turned to dawn and faded all the stars away,

In my hand my dead flower lay.

Agony of desire turned into pity,

Not for the flower but for me.

Lost and found and lost again,

The star of my fate for it I was late then.

Left for neither but for pain,

In the search I lost again.