ThroughMyEyes

the curve on your face, carves my heart, deep inside, with ease and solace. wild and free, like a sharp lance. i could stalk them to eternity, trade all my chattels, cease all your fears, dry all your tears, Just to see little curve of yours. Your Smile, it shines every season. passing it to many. it makes you beautiful and me better. Your Smile, like the ray of a Sun beam on a gloomy day. It comforts, cheers, nourishes and upraise. Your smile is what keeps me alive.

Just like any other day, it was a busy day at the office. Basu was busy working on his desktop. But side by side, he was constantly checking his account. He was desperately waiting for a notification. But couldn't get any. Niyati was online but she didn't text him. Just by texting her first, Basu didn't want Niyati to catch his intension of a conversation. So ,just to make his presence felt, he liked a random photo of  Niyati and even commented on it. Finally, his wait was over.Niyati replied. "So, any specific reason to stay single?",asked Niyati. The more he tried to avoid this question, the more Niyati was after him. So Basu finally decided to answer and end this. He started typing. "Niyati, when I see relationships scattered around, I get scared. I fear that I might breakdown if I become the victim of it. I have seen years of relationship end in a blink of an eye.Yes, I agree it does not happen to everyone. But I fear that I might be the one. ...

Hello friends! I'm not being able to share any new poems due to my busy schedule. So here is my poem which I wrote some five years back (April,2012). Will be back with my new works soon. Happy reading.         _________________________________ Met you when my life was faded, When I last hope from myself. When I was all alone and completly lost. Then you came like a sparkling light. Showing me the way towards my life, You cared me like no one ever did, I startd liking you and started to miss. I thought u liked me which you never did. fell from the cliff when I heard this. You are still in my memories and will stay in it.

Millions of feelings, Thousands of words, Hundreds of reasons, One person, One inspiration. The flow of my pen on the paper as smooth as silk, the words roll down as fluent as a native. Straight from the heart, Fresh and authentic. Writing about you is my passion, Everyday there's battle between my diary and pen. The more I write about you, The more I know you. Yes, words came out of me, But you were the writer.

The familiar name dragged Basu to the nostalgic days of his college. Basu, a first year student in B.A English Dept, was attending his Freshers. With all the excitement, dressed in black outfit, he looked no less than a big cheese. Dancing on every beat, making every move spectacular, Basu impressed each and everyone around. At the end of the show, a girl from the final year came to Basu and praised his dancing skills. Her appraisals made Basu blush, as his heart skipped a beat. "Niyati Sharma?? St Paul's college?"  Basu asked. As it was already late for office, Basu shuts down his laptop and hurries to get ready. As he left for the office, he wasn't the same Basu, who walked half heartedly with weariness, he was now a man with a great enthusiasm and joy. He walks into the office with a slight smile on his face. Basu checked his account a couple of times but gets no reply to his last message. After the office, Basu went home as usual. Had some snacks with coffe...

In the midst of flowers, Stands its heir. Trading them for few bucks, Desolated and detached. Festive week, season of love. Essence of romance all over, There she lies adorning someone's love with red roses. adding spark to people's love, instead keeping her own in dark. There she lies Lost and lonely, Flowers be her only companion. whose petals she holds and essence she breaths. she wants to blossom again, But she fears. She fears to be tugged again. There she lies like a flower, beautiful & adorable. But lifeless. Like a flower which is stepped, Worthy not enough to be picked.

Whether thirty or eighty, Be it age or weight. Always beautiful. Whether in black or red, Be in skirt or jeans. Always awesome. Whether inside or out, Be in wink or pout. Always elegant. Whether in morning or night, Be in dark or light. Always gorgeous. Whether traditional or trendy, Be in Western or Desi, Always ravishing. Don't ever listen to what others say, You are beautiful the way you are. Beautiful as the stars, Brighter than the sunshine, Deeper than the ocean. So, trust me when I say that you are beautiful. I've said it million times and will say it for another trillion. And will whisper this to you all day, Hoping you will see yourself as I do, someday.