My Lady

Lake

Poetry is a music a rhythm if you follow the rules u will love it. So take a glass of wine or a cigarette and read it smoothly slowly lovely.


Wind in pace
Water with laze
Moved it’s self
Waves

I hailed down my fumes
Deep down it roomed
A face
A shape
Crystal and clear
In Lake

Surface of water
Her face
In Black water

Surface of water
Brown eyes
Deep there in water

Surface of water
Water
your face
Face
I still remember,
There in lake water

Moved my palms
To touch the water
Water
Gentle and lentil
No harm in water

Broken dreams 
Took a shape
Fluctuating water 
Colored lake
Lake
Lake

Waves took her away
As sleeves of past
Went to a way
To never come back

Her face
My ways
Took unknown shape
Unknown race
Swept away
With some sleeves of lake
Some sleeves of lake
Sleeves of lake
Lake….  

Indian Street Writer

To My Lady With Love

My Lady

Come Soon


Poetry is a music a rhythm if you follow the rules u will love it. So take a glass of wine or a cigarette and read it smoothly slowly lovely.

Birds fly in seek of a way 
Where they know there is food for the day  
But you went away leaving me apart  
Not able to drink and eat 
You killed my part 

Birds fly for a comeback, I hope 
In seek of food, if finished there for the day 
I will wait for you with lots of love 
If not sufficient there to fill your heart 

I will seek you each day and night 
As a bird who lost his flight 
Come soon and gift me a way  
If you loved me  
In any gone days 

Indian Street Writer


My Lady

Soulful Nights

Poetry is a music a rhythm if u follow the rules u will love it so take a glass of wine or a cigarette and read it smoothly slowly lovely.


I remember you, In those soulful nights 
When you are here, inside me
As a rising fragment of first rain
From the earth my dear

Under the glossy shine of full moon 
sweeping its light as tears of hope 
That is never going to come home i know. 

I know i can’t touch the stars 
There in the sky, blinking apart
But my rum of this summer 
Had it, to feel the tremor 
Pushed me into an imagination 
Where i got you, for my whole life 
For all weathers including this summer………..

In my home i can see………..to be Continued….


To My Lady With Love

Indian Street Writer

My Lady

Foreign Land

Poetry is a music a rhythm if u follow the rules u will love it so take a glass of wine or a cigarette and read it smoothly slowly lovely that’s it.


To this breezing wind of Arabian sea
I gave my eternity, carried her part
Thinking, someday sometime it will reach up to her
As like this rain, came from her Arabian
land

The wind and waves took my part
To that foreign land, Arabia
As a gift of silence to cover my part

Maybe one day she may receive
I hope, In her deep silence to carry my part 
And a look back if she will make
Into her memories widening race

A lonely soul is still waiting near the bay
Not able to cross, the Arabian kites
A lonely soul is still waiting near the bay
Not able to cross, the Arabian kites


To My Lady With Love

Indian Street Writer