Beauty of red

The fragrance so pure,
hearts melt for sure,
The feel of silk or velvet,
A touch makes your hand wet,
My fingers touch the scarlet,
it made my hands go red
That was the feel of love,
They were meant for someone....

The color was the beautiful crimson.............

The scarlet now was jaded,
the color had faded,
the feel was of gone forever,
but still my hand was wet,
it was again the scarlet red,
This was the new feel of love,
no longer we wanted to see other,
someone who was so near
but her memories were now a pain to bear,

the thorn of the rose had ripped my hand,
leaving a pool of sickening red.............

Something called love

One of few friends often smiles at me, when i speak about love . He often asks me "what is there in this feeling called love" ,
so here i am trying to help him understand what this fuss is all about

Love could be a macho man,
or for that matter even a stubborn woman,
love could be your friend,
but also a deadly foe.
Above all a recipe for joys and woe.

then you ask why put up with madness?
why take such tears of happiness?
which makes people sick,
but then thats loves trick,
Its call is so tempting,
you want it all or nothing,
Its gentle yet crude kind of feeling,
It will hurt you badlyWhile it works its healing.
I can talk all the time or forever,
And still not know what to say.
It can change its form within a day.
But this to you,
I must confess,
that i dont know whether you are lucky,
not being part of this mess.

But nothing is so painfully delighful,
then the fact of being hopelessly in love .....................................

Life never stopped then why did ........................someone

The clock on the wall never stopped,
Whatever may happen it would make a sound,
Tick tock, tick tock all around.
The sun would always come back the next day,
And bring with it the new ray,
The moon would always bring its glow each night,
The waves may leave the shore,
But they come back just like as before,
The birds fly away as they are free,
But they always come back to the same tree,

Everything of this life would come back,
But then why did he lose the track,
When everything turned normal again,
Why he could never forget the pain,
when life and time around him never came to a halt,
Then why did he stop because of someone's Fault…..

I wish i could help you

I wish I could help you

I don’t know how the days were when your life was right,
You must have had happiness in your sight,
Now you feel that the joy has gone,
And a lot of things are undone,
I wish I could help …………………,

Gone may be days when u had someone so dear,
That life with him was devoid of any fear,
Now it may seem that all has gone astray
And sorrows have taken you as a prey,
I wish I could help…………………..,

I know how much you want to fight alone,
A battle with sadness and pain,
I am not saying that you are wrong,
But sometimes it’s nice to hold someone’s hand,
And ask him to take you to safe land,
I don’t know what I need to do,
The only thing I can say is that “I wish i could help you”