Through my window

Readers, this poem is based on a spanish novel whose title is translated to “Through my window”. This is a love story of a girl who is totally whipped for a boy living in her neighborhood. So, it is obvious that this poem will be a romantic one. I have written this poem as perspective of that girl. This story is just perfect, it includes the significance of family, friends and partner in our life. I myself learnt many things from this story. But, this poem only contains the lovers’ part of the story, how their nascent, immature love become a longlasting one. And the best part is that girl calls that boy “Sexy Prince” and boy calls her “Witch”.


Through My Window

A sexy prince was living through my window.
Stalking was the only thing I used to know.
His brother and him were using my wifi secretly.
How did he find my password, I want to know desperately.

But one day, after his soccer practice, he went to a dark row.
I followed him there like his shadow.
He spotted me and smirked.
My heart bounced like it was tricked.

He came closer and caress my cheek.
From his touch, my heart turned weak.
Days after this never remain normal.
His obsession become completely abnormal.

Playful as always, he wanted to play with my heart.
But serendipity caused him to fall for my art.
Thought that I’ll get ditch.
Never knew that I’ll become his witch.

We helped each other in attaining our dreams.
We became distant but never changed our themes.
Ultimately, We met after a long time,
To lead our lives with each other for lifetime.


Note: I don’t own the images. I have taken these from pinterest. Link is given below…

https://pin.it/38vrn7c

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My Healer

Welcome Readers, I have not been active for many weeks. But I am back with a new poem. It is about someone, I adore and who made me good as a person. He is my ideal. I love him. He doesn’t present near me but he always makes me smile in some situations. I love his personality the most. Yes, He is my Healer. He is the reason why I named this blog as “Euphoria” which is his song.


My Healer

Havin’ pretty eyes wherein I just wanna get lost…
Not only externally but also beautiful from inside the most…
That bunny smile is the gift of healing to my depression…
Hey my healer, I’m your lover goin’ for a confession…

How a cookie has sweeten my bitter life with his sweetness…
I can write a whole book on my healer, on his politeness…
When he closed his eyes while singing with passion…
A curve comes out from my straight expression…

Whenever I miss my healer, I listen to his songs…
He sings close to my ear and I sing along…
That’s when a tear escaped from my orb, I mean…
I can only see him through this glass screen…

They say, “Accept the reality or you’re gonna regret”…
But how I can stop this feeling for my healer, I’m in fret…
I know he was never belonged to this petty lover…
But how I can ignore that chances are never cipher…

Hope that we’ll become each others’ healer in another world…
This one-sided thing breaks me everyday, yeah, I’m absurd…
But he always become my inspiration, a hope in strife…
Hey my healer, I’m your lover, meet you in next life…


Note: I don’t own any of these pics.

I have taken these pictures from these:

https://pin.it/3zU0AO4

https://pin.it/1AcDIFB

Sorry But Thank You

This is the first poem I have ever written in my life. God couldn’t be present everywhere with us that’s why he created our mothers”. This beautiful bond which I share with my mother is really can’t be described in words and so as yours. This poem is the collection of my regrets and how I’m so grateful to my mother…

Sorry But Thank You

I’m sorry mom for being absurd but thank you for being mature against this cruel world…

Sorry for coming late from friend’s house but thank you for waiting for this cause…

Sorry for not helping in household chores but thank you for keeping me away from that chaos…

Sorry for not giving you my enough time but thank you for being there everytime…

Sorry for those trivial fights but thank you for ending them with your bright sight…

Sorry for not caring in your agony but thank you for guarding me in your canopy…

Sorry for those hurtful words but thank you for your amiable efforts…

Sorry for not eating vegetables but thank you for feeding them while telling fables…

Sorry for using mobile phone but thank you for buying when you dont even have one…

Sorry for hiding some things but thank you for your truthful beliefs…

Sorry for not being a good daughter but thank you for being the best mother…

Note: My mother always says to me that do Namaste or Hello to elders to take their blessings and blessing is something which can be given by any person no matter the person is king or the worker in his kingdom. That’s why I used the first picture.

That Glittering Peak

Readers, I’m from Uttarakhand, it is known for its greenery and mountainous surrounding. So this poem is the little appreciation of its beauty and its way of life. Actually, I lived in the city area but these mountains are seen from my house when I wander around my roof and they look absolutely adorable at night because of the lights ignited by the people living there…

That Glittering Peak

While Roaming around my roof at night,
I am entirely fascinated by your site…
Twinkle, twinkle winking its eyes,
Making this drippy heart energize…
Ensconced itself in the distant nature,
Unbothered from our dense torture…
Beautifully adorned with golden dress,
This city is just jealous of your loveliness…

Inspiring me in these cold spring  nights,
As you glow in the dark with hopeful lights…
Though your surrounding is lonely & calm,
But this peace is the cause of your charm…
And here, in spite of very close to one another,
We feel isolation even from our mother…
You gleam brightly among these polluted cities,
One day, they will come along with their families…

Since People are not aware of their culture,
This heart is faintly scared of your future…
That perhaps your lights may not get extinguish,
And your optimistic spirit may not get finish..
I grew up by watching your shining view,
But this soul is not lucky enough to have you..
I will definitely come to consume your purity,
To remain sane, I want to drown in you with insanity…

Colourful picture of those mountains…

He is living far from us

Hello Readers, actually I have deleted my old blog for some reasons.. so follow my new blog..I will be posting content on every sunday, so please look forward to them… As we all know “Our fathers are our superheroes”, they fulfill our every need without any hesitation. They take care of every other person of the family but except themselves..So I have written this poem about my father and his struggles in life….

               

He is living far from us

He is living far from us.
Far from his parents,
Far from his wife,
Far from his lovely daughter,
Far from his whole family,
Even far from his own happiness,
Just to nuture our stupid stomachs.

Ahemdabad just an another city in a Gujarat, where he works.
He works all day,
And sometimes works all night.
Works hard for our demands,
Working for our livelihood.
Keep working on this boring job against his will.
He is living far for us.

After a whole year of working,
he finally arrived to his hometown.
Noticing the differences in weather,
Noticing the change in infrastructure,
Noticing the old age in his mother,
Noticing the adulthood in his daughter,
Noticing the wrinkles on his wife.
Noticing every little thing in detail
so that he can keep it for upcoming another year.

As the date of service is coming nearer, he keeps checking his ticket.
Time is also betraying us.
This holiday month passed very swiftly.
He also wants to live with us more,
I can tell you this from his eyes.
Like the last year, he is again going far from us.
He is always a punctual person, reaching the station before the train arrives.

Finally, he got his destination, his happiness where he belongs.
Life is not easy for him.
He doesn’t have bed to sleep on.
He doesn’t buy new clothes for him
Cause he always remains between his uniform and casuals.
Actually, he doesn’t even have time to buy them,
‘Cause he works several hours a day.
He is still living far from us.

Distances do their best to keep him far from us
But our hearts are interlinked.
His hard work will pay off.
May god showers him with so much pleasure and joy.
The sacrifice of his dreams should not remain decay.
I promise one day, he will be the happiest person on the planet.
And he will be living with us…

Note:I’m the owner of these pics..

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