FranKophone

I reminisce the twilights When you and I sat in composure, Dwelling on the frivolities of life. We charmed each other and Proclaimed our love to the world. Rapturous meetings continued- There was an air of reckless affection. We might have been alienated by circumstances But dear ! My mind and spirit are still yours. Think of me in the darkest hours, I’ll be there for you- Together we shall annihilate All our foes. We were always meant to be together So what if fate did not bring us close forever ? The beauty of “us” is eternal. P.S: Please do read the previous post- a 55f.

E ver since you went, C hoosing roses has been painful. H ustling into an empty room, O vercoming you is impossible. E very evening I feel you’re S inging me the tunes I so loved. O ften I see the bird you tamed, F illing the air with rancour, just like you did. S hadows of night soothe my wounds; I still catch your glimpse in my dreams. L oving you all over again, E nraptured by your sweet nothings. N ebulous memories keep me afloat, C rushing all realities, I lie E namoured , smitten by our brief encounters .

A s I was walking , C hoosing the hues of life, R ainclouds made an appearance O n the sunny sky above. S cuttling through untrodden paths, T he narrow bylanes,not a soul around, I was indeed lost - Drops of rain C hased me - but Ahoy! a way was found. P.S. :My first attempt on acrostic poetry.Hope my readers will like it. To know more about acrostics,click the link given. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acrostic

The more you point out my mistakes, The more you are drawn towards me. The more you try to hurt me, The more you bleed in your heart. The more you run away from me, The more my memories haunt you. The more you want to forget me, The more you are reminded of my presence. The more you want to chase me away, The closer I come to you. The more you hate me, The more you end up loving me. The more you call me an “illusion” The more I dawn as the reality of your life….

This bewitching smile These queer expressions of affection The silence of the nights These twinkling starlit moments This open heart and jaded arms The eloquent silence of this moment My joys,tears and emotions Are only for you...

The rain-clouds are coming ! To wipe out the misery Of the profaned, disillusioned farmer And his poor family. To satiate the thirst of dry earth And usher in greenery And prosperity. To let the peacocks dance in joy And enthrall the onlookers with its performance. To tell the whole world that However hot the summer is, a shower is enough to kill all of it. But can it ever cool The flames of hatred and negativity Of human minds ? I’m waiting of a shower that will Wash away evil And sow the seeds of love and peace.

One day on the crossroads of life, He’ll walk in. Dazzle my eyes with the aura of his arrival, And rush into my being. Perhaps its happening now .. I’ll swoon in his sinewy arms And he’ll carry me into The land of our dreams. Of colourful tapestries and soft feelings. Perhaps its happening now.. He’ll place me on a plush corner And I would blush and be his muse. His hand would run through my hair And that would feel real great. Perhaps its happening now… I can see that I’m sleeping now Two men in white are bent over me. They say-“Struck by a speeding truck. Unidentified. Body no. 287.” Perhaps I’m dead now….

There were so many things I wanted to tell you, But you went away before I could gather my courage. Years rolled by But you never answered my letters. I thought you had Forgotten me. The rains brought you back To my doorsteps. You were a homeless tramp, A lost man in the battle of life. Little did I know What you were upto. I smiled at my luck My dream was turning real. But you betrayed me again. You repaid me too well. Slit my throat when I was sleeping, Dreaming of you and me together. Now I write in my own blood The saga of cruel pain you gave me. Avenge I shall, But how can I hurt my own love ?

I can’t help loving you, Your harsh tone doesn’t deter me. May be I’m not quite like the one you dreamt of, But nevertheless,I can’t help loving you. Sometimes you shower me with all affection and care, And sometimes its pure seething anger I receive. With reason of course. The look in your eyes speaks of immeasurable,fathomless love That you want to bestow on me Throughout my life and after. I dared to dream because you Reposed your faith in me. You made me feel special. Not only did you give me birth But also a life. Its all your doing Mom, Its your life that I’m living today.

It wasn’t your fault, I never took you that seriously. It wasn’t your fault, I never cared to look forward to your arrival. It wasn’t your fault, I was in deep slumber when you knocked my door. It wasn’t your fault, I never responded to your timely calls. It wasn’t your fault when you came so suddenly, Taking me totally by surprise. Jilted me to the core with your wild vegenance, I finally realized what you meant to me. I shudder to think of those long sleepless nights, When I made my last ditch efforts to woe you, But you didn’t relent. But never mind, It wasn’t at all your fault , dear!!! Because I know, hope and believe- One day we will meet again, Maybe in disguise. I just hope we will be in perfect sync then, Just like “made for each other”. Dedication: My semester examination . P.S: If you call it poetry, then this is the first poem I’ve ever written.