Love Poems

past the proclaimed day of love.....
lasts the warmth of love......

and therefore a few poems written in the recent past, for all my loved ones and everyone still in love post valentine's fervour......

If love could be spelt out

I'll douse my words in cliches,

my sentences with repetitions,

the thoughts heard of before,

meanings that create no imagery,

a bland poetry.

In an attempt to say 

something worthy,

I'll sound like a fumbling idiot,

But I'll put myself through 

all that ridicule

because when i get down to 

parting the world,

there is the whole world

inviting but blue

and then there is you.

When 'She' Loves

She love enough to do

things with eyes shut

mind stalled.

She sees not the follies,

nor the bargains,

nor the machinations.

She ponders not later

on the benefits gained

from hindsight

but continues the same way

for she simply loves.

She is blamed,

named,

silly, stupid,

unworthy

But learn to forgive her

for that is the only way 

she has learnt to be.

Settling down

All you want to do is settle,

in the mountains somewhere;

and i think of how our days will pass

And it basically gives me the jitters.

How will we fill our vacant days?

How will I fill my vacant hours?

And you talk of how the colours

Will change on the mountain top,

With the first light of dawn.

Then I think I will miss the city,

Its noise and light and happenings

The drunken parties, the friends at hand

The families and obligations.

You remind me then of pollution,

In its noise and in its air,

Beguiled you speak, of the cool fresh air

Of a simple life among simple people

Beneath the great blue eternity.

For once we meet, at a common ground

of growing kids and ageing parents

Your work is another dilemma,

“To be or not to be”.

The blanket of the star lit sky

shines in your starry dreams

I too have looked at the same sky

And found it tough to pull away,

And just so it doesn’t break your heart

I mark the discussions for a later day.

Then I think to myself,

That I do love you and

Your love for mountains and nature,

And then I think, why not?