Starry Night..

When I wrote  this, I couldn't find a title to this.... but you know what this is and who it is for and you can read it....

Staring up into the night,
Nothing but darkness visible.
Stars shimmering in the sky,
Sketching Patterns, Painting You..

A ceiling separates Me from Infinity,
From the starry promises of the night.
Dreaming a dream with eyes half closed,
Its subject well known to you..

What else would I dare to think,
With my subconscious dipped in you.
Enchanted by your Wicked Games,
Your cynicism against those bewitching eyes..

Where do I stand well into the night,
Half asleep and awake, in a state of abandon.
While you sleep away in your untouchable cocoon
Up in the stars - Unreachable and yet..
CHALLENGING MY LIMITS..

Patterns

 
Someday I shall weave my life,
Taking threads of various hues.
Creating an embroidery of emotions,
Taking one of me and one of you..

Perhaps someday you shall help me,
Create the perfect mess.
The patterns that the threads shall make,
Won't be nobody's guess..

Patches of interlocks they might be,
But fine art nonpareil
So shallow, so deep, the patterns make me weep,
They almost make me want to care....
 

Haunted

You haunt my senses.
Jarring me awake.
My senses afloat,
In a world of their own.
Dazed and Confused,
I look around myself.
To find the night bidding adieu,
And the twilight kissing me awake....

The Infinite Shades of You

Something about seeing you grow up through images makes me wonder what I missed and I haven't....

The Infinite Shades of You

Looking at the shades of you through time..
The boy that seemed to share his eyes 
with the stars,
The wonder of an innocent child,
The dream of a gentleman.
So adorable, mighty kissable,
So gentle and fine and so very lovable.

The ages pass, the innocence fades,
Yet what remains, remains untouchable.
The wonder of the gorgeous child 
you once were.
The promise of a majestic man 
you are becoming and yet to be....

You..

So this Poem for you, My Muse is called YOU..

I Look into the glass,
I see the image get reflected.
Is that ME standing there?
Or is that the YOU IN ME getting reflected?

You - The Muse that Captivates,
That transports the senses beyond reason.
The Inspiration Within,
And The Person Without.

A thousand stars in the sky,
Vouched for a Powerful Union.
And Yet its Destiny's Whim to Change,
The Imperfect Game for the Perfect Match.

Changing the game is not to be tried,
Yet I find Myself Lost in You.
How can My Thoughts Not Wander,
And Find Themselves Stuck on You?

You - The Wonderful, Mysterious You,
The Scarred yet Pristine You.
The One I Feel More than Myself,
And Yet Know Not and Let That Be.

I Shatter the Mirror into Tiny Fragments,
To Drive Your Reflection Away from Me.
But My Action Taunts Me in the Cruelest Way,
Each Fragment Reflecting More of YOU IN ME....

Why Wish a Muse..

I wrote this on Valentine's Day..

Why wish a muse
so far gone into the night?
Why wait with baited breath
to see you all right?
For you are the ornament
that adorns my body of life.
For you are the spark before a smouldering fire
that keeps me burning bright..

Happy Valentine's Day my Muse..
I hope you keep firing my thoughts, lighting my spirit and fueling my imagination
Till the End of Time....

So, my Muse..I hope you know what I feel when I am with you..or even Without..Just thinking about you....

With you I feel lost,
in a bubble of my own,
My Heart warms up with delight,
When you touch my soul..

Old Memories are revived,
New Memories are formed.
Just watching you laugh and talk,
I get my smile back..

Being with you is not all mirthful,
Yet there is something about strife.
The anger - a spec in time,
Waiting to be replaced with Joy..

I was without you once but I never am,
How can I substitute you My Muse?
When your absense is Unthinkable
and your very presence a Vibrant Vibgyor..

I would ask you to stop the clock,
If and When we ever meet again.
I know they say Nothing lasts Forever,
But My Muse, Isn't that Challenge Enough....;)

My Undoing

For You My Muse..Because its what you do to me....

My Undoing....

If you could only see me now,
If you could only feel it,
You would know
without the slightest doubt,
What you have done to me
Is my undoing..

Oblivious to the sights and sounds,
Of the cacophony, squalor or majesty,
Of the varied human nature,
Playing with your kaleidoscope
Of Molten Hot Hues
Is my Undoing..

Building a bubble or a world of my Own,
My Passions Simmering and on the Edge,
Teasing and Yet Testing the Limits,
Fantasizing Incessantly and almost Inherantly
About your layers of Ardour
Is my Undoing..