LONGING

Just long to see the raindrops on your brow,

skidding down to the place where my love grows,

those caressing hands, those prying eyes,

those loving hugs, those adorable lies.

that feeling of having you around
heals every pain, every wound.
those moving acts of  compassion and care,
those miles of eyes to stare.

the loving things you'd say to me
that would add all the sparkle and glee.
those flowing hair in the breeze,
and on my arm, that gentle mild squeeze.

Just long to feel those eyes on me,
Looking out of corners to catch a glimpse of me.
those caressing hands, those prying eyes,
those loving hugs, those adorable lies.

You!!

You define words for me,
You define those feelings,
In pen and paper I had seen them,
But never felt within.

You make me smile.
You' re always on my mind.
And these are not just words,
They now have a meaning.

I miss, I care, I cry for you.
Just don't want to lose you.
I'll never be able to tell you ,
HOW much I love you.
Just hope you can see it through my eyes.
You will sail through them to the 
Waters of my heart
Red with the color of the
Intense love I harbor for you.

How it all began!

Its olways nice to write. I left the habit somewhere in the midst of all the not-so-productive things.
But, as they say
                   
                       " Subah ka bhula agar shaam ko ghar laut aye to use bhula nahi kehte"
                              ( You're not lost if you find your way back home by evening)


Thanks to some very amazing people and the conducive environment the company bench provides. I have all the time and all the inspiration in the world.

I don't have any specific things to write about as of yet. Still, I will share the joys of writing with you.
I started off writing as an accident...LOL. Yes, that's true. I was in the sixth standard. My house-mistress told me she had put on my name for a Creative Writing Contest in the story writing section. I was just so surprised at the "suicidal" act. Maybe, she saw a knack in me for writing. I  got a bigger shock in the contest itself when I was told that I was sitting there for a Poem writing contest.
         
I recalled all the poems I knew and the only thing I could gather about poems was that they had a rhyme scheme.I took out my palette o'words and wrote a nice song on trees and nature. Song because you could actually sing it. To my utter surprise, I was awarded the third price for my MASTERPIECE. I had actually forgotten about the contest because I genuinely had no expectations. Thanks to the wonderful lady for making me realize the power I had in my hands.

Writing has become my soother, my stirrer, my escape, my friend. I have something to turn to when nothing seems right, when I want to say something, when I want someone to listen, somewhere I am not judged. I can be weak, crib, exaggerate or anything that I am. Also, I realized I had power which can move mountains and hearts all equally. After - all,

                      "The Pen is Mightier than the Sword" - Edward Bulwer-Lytton

P.S. I wish I could find that Masterpiece but i know it ain't possible. :(