Sometimes, love is not enough

i would run
across the fields
jump through the air
and fall.
Scrape my knees
and arms.
Mom would wipe 
the tears
and her hug would warm
my heart...
My palms would bleed
and leave their marks
reminding me of the mistake made...


Sometimes, love is not enough
to heal the pain
the stains still remain...


To be a doctor
was a dream i chased
for 12 years or more
and failed
in my sole attempt.
Dad gave his shoulder
for my tears
and whispered "You tried my love,
that's all that matters"
"Yes i tried and failed"
Now i search for another
mad dream to chase
a dream that makes
my waking hours bright
and life worthwhile...


Sometimes, love is not enough
to help you win
your sole childhood dream...


In my life
i saw a lot of grief
i stooped again & again
to pick up the broken pieces
and make them one.
i gathered, i tied
i held them all
and loved them
with all my heart
making them my reason
to feel alive...


Sometimes, love is not enough
to make you live


Sometimes...
love is not enough
love is just a shield
from utter loneliness
that i feel...

Knotted love

Too soon to untie

knots

and smoothen

the frayed ends...

i pick one at a time

which pulls

and stretches

the fabric of my life

and i fear it would be torn

to bits and pieces

if i tried too hard

or remain knotted forever

if i let go...

unsure

for the first time

i waver

at every step taken

and look back

for all that was wrong

search for the rights

to push me on...

its the promise

of finding you

that keeps up my will

to try and not give up

its the promise

of celebration, festival of lights

that i smile

and hold back the tears

for some other day,
some other hour...

Fanciful tale

Tinkling anklets
Instead of beating heart...
Fingers entangled
through the web of stars...
Your frown
will drown
in my endless laugh


Stars turn their face
they feel too shy
they know not why
i hold you close to my heart...


a step here, and a walk there
and we have reached where
i hear
your fears
in those empty words


Love i trust
would fill the empty bowls
and our soul
and we will have
our endless laugh
in the bed of stars...