Lovers Silence Agony

Silence says or bears no sound.

More than angry words; lovers hate.
Feels like as if one has drowned.
While holding onto a burning grate.

Longing & A Proposal

(I have written this poem as a sequel to "Why?")

The sky is gray-somber.
It rained yesterday.
Small droplets, still clinging
to the green edges of pine, fall.
Seeking salvation on her skin,
they touch her like a ghost.
She shivers, every time she is
proposed to like this.
She is proposed to again, and again,
and again...cruel drops.

Her white warm sigh,
is devoured by the cold mist.
She gently turns her
head to the side.
Only to find the shoulder
of an oak bench
holding on to her memory…

She sways her hand
gently over “June you are my soul.”
He carved it for her there.
She engraved it on her heart.
Why? She asks and waits
hoping to get an answer
from somewhere...anywhere.
The evening grows colder.
She closes her eyes, breathes deep.
She gets up to leave
And finds herself lost.
She shivers.
She is proposed to again...insane drops.

Nostalgia

A biting chill.
But the unwillingness persists.
Determined to see the first rays of sun,
lighting the golden face of pine flooded mountain upfront,
hands are gently swayed
over the white powdery sea lying at the feet.
Devouring the shins a pointing focused pain is born,
but the eyes lay greedy as ever.
To see the colors that have not been painted;
crouching tightly over a cold stone;
only sound that breaks the silence
is that of the biting teeth.
The first bird chirps,
and then lies quiet for a while
as she find herself in a place complete unknown.
White powdery sea lying under her nest.
First rays of the sun breaks the tear
into a thousand different colors.
Smell of the maiden, virgin snow
sweet as ever...

Confessions Of A Weird Dreamer---- NEHA CHANDOK

Confessions Of A Weird Dreamer---- NEHA CHANDOK