THE OnE

Like a precious stone I had worn

The robe of love which is now torn

I look at it with my eyes wet

This cloth cannot be stitched

I surely bet.

Nor can I put it below my feet

Nor can I put it around my shoulders

It has become a worthless thing

Like in a gold mine the pebbles and the boulders

Soldier was I in the battle of life

Armour was this against the arrows and the knife

But hard as lightning the sword has struck

Never gave me time to dodge or duck

The meaning of life I have failed to understand

Sinking deeper and deeper I am into the sand

But before I had gone completely there

A helping hand came from nowhere

The hand was firm while holding me

But who she was I just couldn’t see

Voice filled with softness thus she spake

“Forget your Juliet, that love was fake!”

A lesson of life to me has been taught

A ray of light to me has been brought

She wiped my tears and vanished my fears

And the music of my heart she curiously hears

Her hands still in mine

Her face hidden by the shine

“Beauty doesn’t matter over the mind.”

Again and again I howl and whine

“Never leave my hand”, I begged all the way

“You are THE ONE for me is all I have to say.”

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Inspired by The One, I decided make a poem based on its theme and here it is.

    Someone to live for

Laugh and the world laughs with you.

Cry and you cry alone.

This is what the memories few,

in my life, to me have shown.

Someone will come and someone may go.

Seeds of sadness they will sow.

Into your life but you will never know.

Until the tree on your happiness will bow.

However strong my feelings be,

my emotions are killing me.

I wanna laugh out my sorrows.

I wanna cry out my joys.

But life has left me no option.

Death is the only choice.

I had decided to jump to the heaven.

Cried all day till it was night’s eleven.

No one came to ask me,

“What’s the matter with thee?”

For twelve it was few minutes short.

By then I was ready to depart.

But just before I leaped into the valley,

A familiar voice came from an alley.

“Wait.”, she said, “I will come with you.”

Ah, that sweet voice I already knew.

“Sorry Jenny the damage is done.

No one can help me, neither a Doctor nor a Nun.

How can you help me? , you showed me the gun.

Kill me now if you feel it’s fun.”

“Forgive me, my love, give me another chance.

For any problems you face, I will be your lance.

I will cry with you,

when the world laughs at your fall.

But one thing I want to ask you.

Why do you wanna cry at all?

Look into my eyes.

My mistakes I realize.

Do you think these wet cheeks,

are telling you the lies?

Come on Nick, let’s forget the past.

A new ray of light on our life should be cast.

Let’s promise to live for each other.

Till the last moment of the last breath of our lives’ last.”

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I was getting bored in my classes.So I decided to write a poem.

I completed it in 45 minutes!

Here it is!

Love me not my Money

“Splash!” The tear crashed on the ground.

Grave is where my heart can be found.

Injured by hate

And murdered by fate,

Lord of greed, today I have met.

Such sharp turns even pros don’t take.

Such big mistakes even Gods don’t make.

But I made a promise that I want to break.

To love someone whose love is fake.

Deeper than Pacific

and Greater than Everest,

Gave her the best,

so in her lap I can rest.

She loved me too.

Not because I am cool and funny.

She loved me because all I have is money.

Bad luck came by stealth.

And I lost all my wealth.

So bad was the case,

that on the streets I was by twelfth.

My only hope was Julia, my love.

I knew she was the only one who can help me now.

But, “Who are you?” she asked at the door.

 “Go away you beggar!”,

She said with a roar.

She has ditched me.

I understood that day.

She loved my money is needless to say.

So on this day rainy,

I ask people to Love me not my Money.

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While walking down the lonely lane on a rainy day, I remembered the moments at my college.And here I am with my new poem which relates 99% to my life.

    Lost Friend

I walk on the lonely lane

Alone and drenched by the heavy rain

No one is there besides me

But still in my heart, resides she

Friends we were from ages long

Cared and respected, and no feelings wrong

We shared our joys

We used to have fun

We never told lies

And new things we used to learn

On platform we used to hangout

And in college we used to speak our minds out

She was cute and pretty,

Charming and witty

No wonder she was my best friend

Cause to enjoy in life was our common trend

But many were envious of us

They just couldn’t see us so close

They wanted to break our friendship

And wanted the suspicion between us to creep

They threatened me

And did all wrong things that could possibly be

They wanted to break our trust

And wanted our friendship to rust

But I never left her side

Only death would have kept us aside

But one thing I could see

She didn’t like people associating her name with me

I tried to explain my heart is clean

“Friends for so long we have been.

Suspicion should be kept at bay.

Just trust me.” was all I could say

But stubborn was she

And sharp tongue was used by me

It hurt her at the heart

I knew I did something wrong and I apologized for that

She wiped her tear

And said,”Thanks for everything dear.”

Neither I nor she has talked from this day

And now we are drifting away and away

Still I walk on that lonely lane

Her memories make me go insane

Neither the thunder nor the rains can make me bend

Cause I have to wait for my lost friend

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Here is a poem written by my good friend Hari D.Chakyar.

THE POOR ROSE

Walking down the lane,

I grimaced in pain,

for I saw a rose,

a red one was it,

people stepped on it,

stamped on it

and walked away.

I was thinking,

possibilities there are two,

either it fell from someone’s hair

or it indicated rejection,

breaking someone’s heart.

think of the love, the emotions,

the fear, the bravado that must have

taken for it!

It was easy for the girl

to throw the rose away,

but was tough for the boy

I understand what he felt.

Even if it did

fall from someone’s head

then too it would betray

the love and the affection

of the person who presented

the flower with love.

I feel ashamed

and guilty, as

I thought so much

and wrote so much

and yet, left the poor rose

to the wrath of the shoes.

Hari D.Chakyar