Searching Your Engraved Words

My Dear,

I am very much restless without you, without your voice and words. To the extent of not finding any words to write. Only you are the one who can take me and my words out of it.

With paper sheaf have fist tight

      I am reciting my own, written inside

             What is there I am trying to take out

                    So silence but hearing so loud

                          Some thoughts are arrested, not bailable

                                   Edgy it made me some impatient little irritable.

Writing for you but shall I search to my thoughts or to you?

        Disappeared both your favourite words and so as you

              Search my heart “the cubbyhole” Only You find the words you engraved

                         Superbly chiseled so deep and will never fade

                               You come besides, whisper a words few

                                      Let them germinate out, let them enjoy the dew

If I Grieved You

If someone is angry to the extent that you don't find any way of persuading them it pains a lot inside. You have all your love in your hands to show them.

Pain is high when it pains you

Heart is hurt when it hurts you

Distances are but where far you

Still it feels that I harsh you

With you I am until life and to lives

Neither limits me depth of core nor height of skies

Not even eve set or if it is early rise

Deep heart I mean it with, just not I entice

Forgive me for if I grieved you

My love is true but if you feel I did cheat you.

Keep me along as always you kept

I am with you yes always with you