Invisible Footprints

writing poems for me is like having a canvas..I furnish it by words and embroider it by imagination..

Pearls


Invisible Footprints Pearls Poem

Pearls

Pearls

Its cold..the air,,
outside my window
an unmoving stare…
the moon glares
down my face..
thoughts all in a row..
in silence.
my heart speaks
solace by itself..it seeks…
like high tides..the emotion ride..
welling tears..moisten the eyes..
like the sea in strong winds
heart races..it braces..
to feel
this moment..
saving the tears
in silken kerchief
like precious pearls
lest they fall…
and shatter…
each drop matters
the night is spent
saving tender memories
of you..
and…me.

Holding time


Holding time

Holding time

Time…hover’s over ones’s shoulder
to move on..pass over
here it comes in a hurry
there it goes in a flurry
in different garbs
it appears
happy..sad..or
full of fears
lingers,waits and
dissappears
running away a second
a mile
waving its hands
without a smile..
promises of return
it never keeps
leaves behind wasted hours
to sigh and weep
So…
if ever you’re caught
with best of times’
hold on to it
never decline
capture the moments
before all resets
let ‘Time’ standstill
at its timeless best
till all the goodness
is sieved off it
then…
bid a happy ‘farewell’
never to regret it!

Candle in the Wind


Candle in the wind

Candle in the wind

hear footsteps from afar,

heading softly towards my heart..

The path is quiet, since a while,

shadows of silence .. lay miles and miles.

For my love I have spread,

petals of thought and dreams to pick..

memories strewn on the ground he treads..

And..

as love’s fragrance carries him near..

the drums of heartbeat he will hear.

Close to the door of my soul,

awaits a candle’s dancing glow,

burning gently, incessantly..

safely held till eternity,

sheltered between these palms of mine,

protected from the blowing

storms of time….

hear footsteps from afar,

heading softly towards my heart..

The path is quiet, since a while,

shadows of silence .. lay miles and miles.

For my love I have spread,

petals of thought and dreams to pick..

memories strewn on the ground he treads..

And..

as love's fragrance carries him near..

the drums of heartbeat he will hear.

Close to the door of my soul,

awaits a candle's dancing glow,

burning gently, incessantly..

safely held till eternity,

sheltered between these palms of mine,

protected from the blowing

storms of time....

Landscape of hues


Canvas of my heart
woven in dream webs
turning richer and brighter
as passage of time ebbs
landscape of memories
though old
but never turning grey
tender as strands of silk
with each passing day
yet..somewhere
within the core of my heart
lie empty spaces
so near..and yet
so far apart
wanting to be filled
with rainbow hues
myriad of colors
some old some new
And..as I spin the magic
of dreams
the strands become one
and spaces in between
merge together
with shades all new..
my Canvas is filled with
thoughts of you….

With You…


With You…

It is you that I see….
When I awake
This vision in my head
As I open up my eyes
For the first time each day
Heart beating so very close
Warm within my soul
It is you that I hear
Each time I listen from my ears
Your voice…so clear
Even in the silent moments
It is you that I taste
At the tip of my tongue
Past beyond my lips
Consuming into one
It is you that I smell
So vividly crisp
The scent of you a reminder
That you are near
It is you that I touch
Feeling your skin
The very layer that envelops me at night
That soft knowing feeling you are there
It is within these senses
That I live and breathe
Knowing that I am alive
Expecting so little in my sustenance
And wanting just a bit of time
Just to be…with you…..
( with you…)

Sweet Memories..


Sweet Memories..

Pearly raindrops from the sky above,
mingled with the sparkling ray of sun,
opens a fan of myriad hues,
beautiful dispersion for the world to see.

Warm tear drops fill my eyes
mingled with memories spent with you….
a beautiful emotion stirred  with love
but not for anyone else to see.

In every tiny drop of dew…
as it slides down my cheek…
a beautiful reflection of only you
is but all that I am able to see.

If you could catch my eyes…then..
maybe you would also see
an image of you…mirrored with love
a beautiful transition ..of you in me…