Gaurav Mittal Poems

Dearest sweetest Sister,
Though these words of my
Shall surely fall shy
Of doing justice
...

Oh Music - first love of my -
Wonder where would be I,
Without the comfort of thy
Sacred notes - low and high,
...

Sometimes, when I look
Out of the window,
I see trees and a
Dove as white as snow.
...

Let us make love.
Let us walk through
These doors of Inhibition
And go to a place
...

Even though on this day,
In the eyes of the world you die;
You - my Bua - my second Mother.
Yet, this son, does not cry.
...

Oh Sleep! Why do you elude me?
Why do you not have mercy
On these heavy eyelids of mine?
Or on my tired Consciousness?
...

The Ocean calls out to me.
It says: 'Come to me.
Drown your Self in me.
Become One with me.
...

My own Hate loves me -
I'm the object of her desire.
In my heart dwells she,
Incinerating it with ire.
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This Ache inside my Heart -
Does refuse to part
...with me.
...