Drawing Distance

[Describes why sometimes someone has to purposely get separated due to lack of expected attention...]

There may be a reason,

But there is a need;

Was acute expectation,

Is no greed;

Let's draw a distance, You don't pay heed...

In my land of solitude,

I sowed this seed;

You ignored me such,

And turned it a weed;

You wanted better people, of better breed...

So, let's draw a distance,

And end the need!

-Priyesh

My Clandestine Love

[About a boy who wants to keep thoughts unexpressed for a girl just because she has someone else...]

She was abducted from me, stolen,

Before my feelings could appeal;

she was taken to his maze of love,

Before my garden could reveal...

I concealed million thoughts within,

And hid the expressive roses behind;

To rescue her happiness from turmoil,

which otherwise would make her melancholy unwind..

If my world is skeptical against me,

I shall tear my heart for bold evidence;

It flaunts her name engraved on it,

But I hide my love for her in clandestine persistence...

-Priyesh

Losing You

[This one has a self explanatory title, it's about the little part of someone's grief over lost love]

It's about to rain,

Gushing out the blunder,

From the dark clouds of pain;

My life searches a clue,

And the reason for losing you...

Here I am, back to start,

Swallowing all regrets,

Fate played its worst part;

But I'll love you forever & through,

Even after losing you...

-Priyesh

Unspoken...

[In this twentieth, I tried to express the nature/properties of unspoken things for an individual. So, can speaking up clear things or add to the peril?]

Fear of the end,

Many thoughts collide and blend;

Many words the mind utters,

Mumbling inside and left unspoken…

Thoughts from the past or intuition,

Still refraining to meet conclusion;

Expressions flutter and calm down,

Caged inside they are unspoken…

Could speaking up have made a difference?

Unlike now, the silence and the distance,

Feelings die down, precipitate,

Evaporate, fade out and are unspoken…

-Priyesh

The Deprivation

[Nineteenth poem is about the deprivation of love one experiences before falling in love. I hope you like it. J ]

Befriended the garden bench,

Love thirsty, searching to quench;

If this reason needs explanation,

It’s all about,

The deprivation.

Lived in solitude till now,

Needs a soul that cares, somehow;

My deserted world needs cultivation;

That will eliminate,

The deprivation.

Be my shade, I sought sun,

Sooth me with love and heal the burn,

Let me be your possession;

And help me escape,

The deprivation.

-Priyesh

Still Standing There...

[Eighteenth one below is about a man still hoping to find his love back, regardless of what separated them.]

Cherishing my thoughts all the time,

Assassinating eyes, like one sweet crime;

I still love you, I still care,

But you walked away and I’m still standing there…

Viscous ocean of pain keeps me sinking,

Sitting at the shore, I keep thinking;

The ship of love ripped apart, beyond repair,

You disappeared and I’m still standing there…

Fisting handful of memories, from the past

Of the love that didn’t last;

With watery vision at you I stare,

You never turned around, I was still standing there…

 -Priyesh

Dying Light

[Seventeenth is about ‘evening’. It describes the atmosphere in the evening as gloomy or tiresome sometimes. So, it actually wants us to tell that there is a bright new morning waiting after a time span. I hope this one below somewhat succeeds in its attempt to message us. This one is rather shorter than the rest.]

Fading the colors,

Of a tiresome day

Yielded nothing,

Such a wasteful play

The redemption calls after the dusk

And to reclaim yourself

After the dying light.

That light hides itself

And goes into exile

Wait for the dawn

It’s promises ain't fragile

It asks you to retreat

Just to start all over

And it calls itself, Dying Light

It calls in the birds,

All those winged lives

Calling to rest,

To refresh hopes, and it revives

It’s the recess of efforts

It seldom sports gloominess

And we call it, Dying light 

-Priyesh