Missing you........

Waiting for you in this beautiful garden,
all my tears flow out to harden.
Wishing you to come to me;
as soon as the Sun could we see.

No voice could I hear from you;
Makes me upset and shiver in my shoe.
In no danger should you be;
for never has it happened like this from thee.

I realize today how much I love;
more than the heights to which fly a dove.
Words of wise truly said;
'Eyes, more precious for the blind'.

Love for you, I truly realise.
Before being blind, I've to save my eyes.
Shed your sorrows, my dear dame;
come back to me and light the flame.

The flame of love......
Missing you lots..............

Love

Don't know what's happening to me;
feel very awkward inside me.

Longing to be with you always;
walking hand in hand with you all ways.

All the sweet memories of thee;
like to dream all day free.

Ocean of love,though I'm blind;
I do see in the eyes of mind.

My heart pounce when I hear your voice;
run to you and give all choice.

Being with you at every chance;
for i don't want to miss the dance.

When I am away I always miss;
the warmth and sweetness of that little kiss.

You have become a part of my life;
wedded to me to be my wife.

In Grief

Sad am I, in this world of darkness;
all things seem to be against me.
Tears erupt from the volcano of feelings;
crying away the largest of sadness.

Not fit for this world, thought I
feeling all weak to lift this burden.
Life suddenly became a full stop;
I couldnt come out of this puzzle.

Bound am I, to the world around;
cannot throw any one away.
Fell into the deepest ditches on the earth;
Loosing the balance on my way.

The way out couldnt be found;
there was no light on the way.
In the heights of grief am I;
only emotion that remained was to laugh.

At the end of grief, light of happiness;
could i see, praying to God almighty.
That small speck pf happiness;
makes me live along in these darkest lanes.

Morning

Birds chirping in the air;
welcoming the sun,
to bring light
in the dark world.

Fishes in the river;
flock together,
enjoying the freshness
of purity in them.

Cows like to gather;
in the gracing land,
thankful to God;
seeing love even in grass.

Women would share
words of wisdom;
preparing food
for the hungry souls.

Lazy as ever
watching all of them;
I lie down in bed
to enjoy the morning