Her everyday struggle

The girl with a book

As I was passing by your favourite cafe quietly,
A desire of seeing you slipped in silently.
A thought came that I should stop by,
With fingers crossed, praying to espy.

Tapping my foot in anxiety, I felt fettered,
Tried holdin’ on to my nerves as I entered.
The bell at the door tinkled giving me chills,
My eyes exploring for the heart, it fulfills.

All hairs stood on end as if a lightning struck,
For I saw you sitting with a novel and a mug.
Captivated, as you were right infront of my eyes,
Emanated out of my dream, but more beautiful to my surprise.

My steps trembling, it was hard to even trudge,
Paralyzed by your beauty, they refused to budge.
Mustered all my strength, advancing tile by tile,
Suddenly you looked up at me with your ravishing smile.

Everything came to a halt, not even the time was spared.
A beautiful bomb exploded and your splendour glared.
Hit by gusts of cool breeze in a hot summer,
Was it the flattering of your eye lashes, I wonder.

Your gaze swiftly shifted back to your novel,
While mine was fixated on you, numb and boggled.

My enchantress, spellbinding was your attire,
Found it hard to stand, engulfed in your fire.
Finest red coat over an elegant blue dress,
Adored you, as you multiplied their finesse.

One hand held the book, other fondled your chin,
The coffee mug got jealous as the novel passed a grin.
I got entangled in those lovely hairlock,
With the most perfect eloquence, they sensuously talk.

Is she for real or a figment of my imagination,
I pinched myself as my heart demanded a confirmation.
And still you were there, engrossed in your sweet world,
What all dreams have you woven and impearled.

Do unicorns gallop in your rainbow meadows,
Or do orchids sing and dance with shadows.
Are you all alone solving an exciting mystery,
Or with a protagonist of the novel from foreign embassy.

I wish I was the one with you in your dream,
If possible, be a part of your world and your team.
But I am just an admirer whose world is your smile,
Which your sweetest heart never fails to pass in style.

The cup was waiting again to be caressed by your lips,
To see your eyes reflection in the coffee as you take sips.
To feel those delicate fingers and your feather palm,
While I sat enthralled admiring your beauty and calm.

Fancying to see your smile again and that mysterious gleam of your eyes,
And wishing for the time to stop forever that very moment they materialize.

And I shall love you even after becoming a statue,
For you are the impeccable sculpture,the Gods chiseled through.
You are that painting I can not even dream to brush,
Yet here I am, a possessed fool, wishing to be your world, your mush.

Castle of bluffs

Her eyes were scintillating with a vivid hope.
No matter the might of storm, she would cope.
Unfortunately for her, she was in a dark land,
The glimmer in eyes were the reflection of sand.

Sand that was thrown by him in those beautiful eyes.
Eyes that spoke the truth were blinded by lies.
Lies that he told without a modicum of guilt.
Guilt that could have saved the castle she built.

Castle that she believed was forged with love,
Turned into dust when she unearthed his bluff.
Bluffs that she hoped were a series of bad jokes,
What shattered all her dreams was a big hoax.

As she weeped, the tears carried away the hopes.
What remained was the sand that couldn’t go down the slopes.
And now the sand flows with her blood,
Tethered with lies she couldn’t escape the flood.

Drowning in his lies she decomposed into dust,
To turn into a pheonix and to defeat lust.

Well!! Probably my heart is very heavy that I have written something like this.. I can’t put words together to summarise this one.

I juat hope that you guys like it!!😌

There is nothin’ just like you

It is not the facet of the white moonlight,
But your smile that wanes out the darkness.
It is not the facet of a gentle breeze on a hot day,
But the flinging of your hairs that brings coolness.

It is not the quirk of a setting sun,
But your lips that Color the roses red.
It is not the quirk of a dense branched tree,
But your beautiful thatch hair that provides shed.

It is not the trait of a sparrow or a cuckoo,
But your cadence voice that constructed notes.
It is not the trait of the ice blanket on mountains,
But your cheeks that gives white its colour quotes.

It is not the facet of the perennial rivers and streams,
But your eyes that gives depth to the giant ocean.
It is not the facet of the fireflies in the night,
But the pleasure of seeing you that makes stars twinkle with devotion.

It is not the quirk of a pearl born in its shell,
But your eyes that gives shape to the sun.
It is not the quirk of stars reflection on the sea,
But your traits that makes the heart of the zillions run.

It is not the facet of the fragrance in a parterre,
But your blissful form that keeps everyone breathing.

Hindi:-

Chaand Ki Chandni Mein Woh baat kahan,
Yeh Toh Teri Muskan Hai Jo andhiyara mitati Hai.
Garmi me us Thandi Hawa Ke Naram jhonke Mein wo Baat Kahan,
Yeh Toh Teri zulfo ka jhatakna hai jo thandak pahuchati hai.

Doobte Suraj Ki Madhham se Lali Mein Woh Baat Kaha,
Yeh Toh Tere Honth Hain Jo Gulabo Mein Laal Rang bharte hai.
Ghane paedon ki dolti Hui Shakhaon Mein Woh Baat Kaha,
Yeh Toh Tere Ghane Baal Hai Jo chaanv dete Hain.

Papihe ki peehu aur Koyal ki kooho mai wo baat kaha,
Yeh to teri awaaz hai jisse Sur aur Taal bante hain.
Pahado par barf ki us chaadar mai wo baat kaha,
Ye to tere Gaal hai jo barf Ko gora karte hai.

Bahti hui in jheelon aur nadiyo me wo baat kaha,
Ye to teri ankhei hai jo Sagar Ko gahrai deti hai.
Raat ke andhere me chamchamte jugnuon me wo baat kaha,
Ye to tera Deedar hai jinse sitaare jagmaga uthte hai.

Seep mei janme naye Moti me wo baat kaha,
Ye to tere mast Nayan hai jo Sooraj Ko golakar dete hai.
Saagar par padte sitaaro ki chaadar ke pratibimb me wo baat kaha,
Ye to teri Ada hai jisse logo ke dilo ki dhadkane chalti hai.

Phoolu ke us baagh ki khushbu me wo baat kaha,
Ye to tera roop hai jisse saanso ki saansei bharti hai.

– Parth Agarwal

The poem was first written in Hindi, but I believe that the translation has came out pretty nicely. Hope you enjoy these verses!

There is nothin’ just like you is an imagination that taps into the deepest part of the heart. When we juxtopose the nature and someone we admire, even the beauty of the nature falls short. It is just a way to tell that beauty lies in the eyes of beholder! Everyone is beautiful and there is nothin’ just like you!😊

But where is she?

Her infectious smile makes a myriad of flowers dance merrily round the clock,
Her cheerful laugh is like an addictive music of waves hitting the rock.
Her mirthful nature obliterates the darkness of a heart forlorn,
A glimpse of her harbingers an unrivalled freshness of dawn.
She is an epitome of fortitude that cannot be breached,
She is a castle of bravado that can never be seiged.
Veiling herself by an unperturbed and immaculate volition,
Har scintillating cavernous eyes are epithets of her ambition.
And Intrepid mind adorns her like an impeccable Tiara,
Spreading her gusto she enriches the surroundings with her aura.
A flabbergasting beauty cradling an ethereal heart,
She is my “Wonder woman” to which her pristine figure impart.
She is like a fresh and cozy wind that soothes the cheeks,
Blowing through her hairs, to get her aroma, the wind sneaks.
She is a priceless gem, the seven kingdoms are in search for,
And for me, she is all the good reasons worth dying for.
But where is she!?!?

Dreaming about someone special, especially when there isn’t one, is the past time job of every person out there.. Where is the prince charming? Where is my Snow white? The unanswered question that lingers around like an unsolved mystery. Our unanswered prayers may get answered but finding the right answer to this one question is tough!!

So, let us not feel bad.. Let us close our eyes and see!! I hope this poem gave us a glimpse if not the answer!!😛