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It was a cold evening, I was sipping my tea
and the cold was romancing with my tea as well with my lips
he was looking into my eyes
searching for his eternal soulmate......
...

When I am alone
I know it was fate
or as you say it
It was my mistake.
...

Why I left from there needs an explanation.
Obviously it needs an explanation.
As I am not a hard core feminist,
Nor that you are a chauvinist.
...

Paraphernalia of loneliness is sagacity,
Gracefulness of erudition of agony,
Acceptance of infelicitous neglect,
Absorption of memories into heart
...

I live everyday but your remember it only today
I work day and night, you recognise it only today
I toil to keep everything and everyone going
and you make it a celebration only on today.
...

Flipping through the pages of ancient story
I knew that paradise lost is my fault.
Across the ocean of mythologies
I had seen mistake is feminine
...

He said that we are on our way to heaven
So I made it grand and special, the journey.
He told me tales of immortal love, pure and bliss
But was seeking the mortality of his needs.
...

I converse with vacuum,
I talk to stark silence,
I gossip with loneliness,
from the day I am alone.
...

He said to me to go away
from his thoughts and life.
I resisted his recommendation
as it could handicap me of emotions.
...

Love stops when reason starts to work

until then I was safe within my dreams
...

If he knows that my love is eternal
and not like a quid pro quo conditional,
may be he would have been there
to have those moments of care.
...

waiting for the green signal,

chewing up the complexities of life
...

They say it, the marriage, is a contract in USA
All I wonder is whether it has an expiry date?
They say it, is not a life time commitment
All I want to know is how much short it can be?
...

He says he regrets a 1000 times
Of giving me the special happiness.
He says he made his career a loss
Since he cared me infinitely always.
...

Today I had been to the sea shore
of my memories filled with folklore
of fallacy and fantasy tightly interwoven,
to a fabric of life's inevitable regimen.
...

16.

I feel like a corpse devoid of emotions
I feel like a corpse waiting for the pyre
I feel like a corpse who lost its memories
I feel like a corpse whose dreams are on fire
...

You should take a bath
as it the scorching heat
that burns your eyes
thus flows the tears.
...

when you celebrate the independence day,
I am smoking out my thoughts
constructed and confined
by the limits that you set.
...

I miss those moments of comfort
which you had bestowed upon me.
I miss those tenets of care
which you had entrusted into me
...

The Best Poem Of VEDA ARTHA

As Our Hands Entwine

It was a cold evening, I was sipping my tea
and the cold was romancing with my tea as well with my lips
he was looking into my eyes
searching for his eternal soulmate......

I was feeling intense cold with his sharp eyes penetrating into my self
I felt like crashing his heart and be inside there
and feel the slowly changing rhythms of his heart
which used to tell me tales which he put on a mute state


I was in front of his struggling hands
the smell of his perfume was making the air lighter
and my heart was beating stronger
when I was there the atmosphere was telling me 'l'amour'

the naughty smile, the tea kissed lips
those strong hands, his tshirt in a perfectly dis mangled state
chaotic conversation, shyness filled in our eyes and heart
I know what you wanted to tell me
I know what you wanted to hide from me

finally when you and I failed in finding words
when we know that words wont be enough
we started kissing each others soul
passion became fire in your eyes
and my heart became your breath
we were so close although we were at extremes

as our hands entwine
we smiled silently
walking onto the rain
under the same umbrella
I could feel the shade of red in the sky

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