Before I start, a clarification:- This isn't a Valentine fever poem. This poem is a fruit of boredom of past few daz....(It is selected frm a list of many)
The coincidence of it with 13th/14th Feb is beacuae of this misarranged trip... :P
I wonder how will it feel
Sitting under the stars, I wonder how will it feel,
To resurrect all those dreams into real.
To melt in your arms,
To lose myself completely in your charms.
How will it feel, to love you at the end of every day,
To hear all night, all that you have to say,
To let you hear my mindless chatter,
To wake up in your arms, in a sleepy langour.
How will it feel, to express my love without any barrier,
To sleep, with you, sifting through my hair,
To scale with you, the snow capped mountain,
To dance with you, to the music of rain.
I know without doubt that future without you is already sealed,
But still, sitting beneath these stars, I wonder how will it feel.
Why always this pessimism ?
ReplyDeleteI usually write whenever I am too overwhelmed...be it the feeling of elation or the sadness...
ReplyDeleteAnd its nt alwz pessimist..usually English poetry is sad, and hindi poetry is my happy mood poem (Exceptions are always der)..It makes it easier to express.