Happy Birthday! hope your birthday is as awesome as you are!

God once told me, while we were at the church,

That he wished to a make an angel in the month of march.

It was you, the most gorgeous child in the world,

Your eyes glowed like a pearl, your hair defined the perfect curl.

And now, you’ve grown twenty one today,

So god sent his love & compliments for you.

Please accept our greetings, a very happy birthday :)

The moments when you innocently over sleep,

You actually do a favor to the beds & the sheets,

The walk you do, is a favor to the long & narrow cobble streets.

The music you listen to, is a favor to the soft but composed beats.

And the cute little bites you take, is again a favor you do to the junk eats.

All of us, on this auspicious day,

We wish to thank you and request,

Please accept our greetings, a very happy birthday :)

I have a small request to make.

Always & always be happy, have loads of fun with your friends & family.

Always glow like the burning flame,

Ever if I become somebody someday sometime,

I’ll replace the word ‘beautiful’ with you name.

A very happy birthday :) please smile,

And wait wait, let it be there for a while. ;)

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Meant to be in my heart, not my life

Some people are just meant to be in your heart,

And not in your life.

It has been a year now, quite a while,

My fingers still type your name,

My eyes still wish for your smile, my heart still falls for your style,

People on the streets think I’m silly,

As while I take a stroll for no reason I smile.

While I bake and am in the kitchen,

Prepare to mix the batter with a sharp edged knife,

Like I would do once for my daughter and wife.

I bake cakes for your birthday, you know,

It feels like I’ve been doing so since the age of five.

But then I realize, some people are just meant to be in your heart,

And not in your life.

Thank you for your sweet reply to my confession.

My face turned red and my palms were all wet,

The moment I saw your text.

I don’t know, how you feel about me.

All I can say is, if anywhere anytime you hear my name,

Just call out loud and say "that is my friend".

Like you are, always be like the burning flame.

Never forget, you brought the light in my life,

I do realize some people are just meant to be in your heart,

And not your life.

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Everything about her, when I travel

Since last Saturday I’ve been travelling,

Resting under the night’s hours of the dark sky darker than tar.

Counting, struggling and healing my carved scars.

But then I did realize my purpose for living.

So I penned this down and sketched the lyric on my rusted guitar.

I wrote about the moments, some about her, some ours.

I felt her being there.

The bed didn’t hurt anymore even if it were made out of used chairs.

The fire were no more fire but flames.

And it’s when on my skin I felt the blanket of a million stars.

Or was it her.

If not I’d like to believe it that way rather.

Last Thursday I met her.

I’ve been wanting to see her for a while.

I’ve been wanting to see her gorgeous smile.

I do wish to apologize to her.

For the mildly vicious lines I drew.

And finally realized she deserves a meet rather.

It’s just,

I’m glad last Thursday I met her.

Last Friday I dreamt of her.

Some of the dreams, I was fortunate enough I could see.

Some of the dreams made me blush and some made me breathe in glee.

Some of the dreams, I’ve missed.

And those were the times when she saw them for me.

So last Friday I dreamt of her.

I thank her strongly,

For letting me.

She knows how I am, shy and naïve.

Of course, certainly not that shy that I won’t confront her.

They say, shy is being brave.

So last Sunday, I walked up to her.

Like always, snow and rain all over trapped me.

It being the month of June.

I walked all by myself in front of her home,

Whistling and humming our tune.

And then I saw her.

I sat beside her grave.

Suddenly, I didn’t feel anymore a bit alone.

I felt her arms, her touch, her skin.

But then I realized you know, it’s just the stone.

I brushed my palms over the stone once and cleaned the snow.

And it read, “You’re never on your own.”

This was all that was engraved by her for me.

She’s been sleeping for a while, indeed a great sleeper.

I’m just glad last Sunday I walked up to her.

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Teenage Crush

Dedicated to my crush, if you're reading this i.e

When I wish for to love you,

I feel as if I’m cutting the very branch I’m resting on.

I’m cutting the little onion as if it isn’t going to make me cry.

I walk along the dry beach when the waters all gone,

It is when it gushes back and comes through.

So this is how I feel when I wish for to love you.

When I wish for to see you,

I don’t know for how long I have been stalking you.

For a while I guess, actually all the time.

It’s when I write foolish stuff that doesn’t at all rhyme.

I’ve fallen for you all over again anew.

Just when I wish for to see you.

When I wish for to touch you,

The lost me feels something hard emitting light.

It’s when I realize it’s the facebook screen I touch in the night.

I scribble poems about you,

None of them makes sense, maybe one or two.

So I hide them and write anew,

Just when I wish for to touch you.

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Life is Lyrical

When she leaves you with no reason,

You know she ain’t coming back.

But you wait, wait for a miracle.

Everything has a beginning, an end, an interval.

And you know it, when your life is lyrical.

When your poetries are destroyed,

When your guitar is broken,

It is when you wait helplessly,

Wait for the next bad thing to happen.

You sit by yourself and write, feel spiritual.

And you know it, when your life is lyrical.

When you miss your mother and suffer alone,

When you just wish to sit by her grave,

And you see the letters quite patently carved on her stone.

It reads, “Son, no matter what, you're never on your own.”

It is when you remember her silly jokes,

She thought they were great but she wasn’t that satirical.

You know it all, when your life is lyrical.

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