The places I have lived.

My words to keep you alive through my life,
You are lost only to find in distance songs,
You are buried only to awaken on my memoirs.

When I think of you,
I may pick-
Longest nights of fairy summer,
Shortest days of frosty winter,
Deepest sobs of rain,
And widest fragrance of spring,
Of the places I have lived!

How can I forget?
the little bird’s endeavor
– to build his nest on my dormer,
picking the finest twigs and leaves.

I remember,
Komorebi’s play on picnic sport,
Muse’s call on awaken nights,
Nap of a lazy noon on red couch,
And the whispers of hoaxed mists.

Those are aroma of places,
Moments that we breathe,
feels like first love,
keeps coming from past,
lives in the dreams.
The places I have ever lived.

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The Spring Tree!

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It is not that you don’t love me,
It is not that I don’t miss you,

But things happens, sometime dark nights are heavy on shiny days.

Honey, for those days lets sow the seeds of spring.

I keep all good memories of ours in bowl of hope.

I gave them light that got from your smile,
I gave them strength that got from your faith,
I gave them water that got from your love,
I have created the seed of spring like a magic,
Like pearl made out of nothing.

For those moments when the frustration are high,
Let it’s shade give us peace,

For those blue days when we lack a smile,
Let the essence of its flower spread on our sky.

For those desperate times when we wanted to be one,
Let the plant grow in our longings.

And the days when you are away from me;
Let it be your alter soul just beside me.

So honey lets sow the seeds of spring.

Note: This poem has been published in local magazine by Aabheri -NGO at Hyderabad Oct’08.