Showing posts with label Love Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love Poems. Show all posts

Hans Hans Ke Zindagi Ki Dua De Gaya Mujhe………. Wo Shaks Bhee Ajeeb Saza De Gaya Mujhe………… Sookhay Howay SHajar Ki Barhana Si SHaakh Par…. Do PanchioN ka Raqs Maza De Gaya Mujhe………… Dam Ghut Raha Tha Zehen Ki Jalti FizaaoN Mein.. Jhonka Tere Nafs Ka Hawa De Gaya Mujhe……….. Lamhon Ke Is Hajoom Mein Maqtal Ke Morr Par… Mein Sochta Hun Kon Sada De Gaya Mujhe …….. Mein Jaagtay DinoN Mein CHupaata Kahan Badan.. Wo BHeegti ShaboN Ki Ridaa De Gaya Mujhe………. Ik Barg-e-Zard Khusk Si Tehni Se Toot Kar………….. Awaara ManziloN Ka Pata De Gaya Mujhe……….. Mere Badan Pe Kitna Puraana Libaas Tha…………. Tera Mizaaj Rang Naya De Gaya Mujhe…………….!


Love is a funny thing. So it is said. It brings out the parts of us that we all dread. We have been there before. The pain is so real. It has made our bodies numb to this warmth that we feel. At least when alone there is no one to bring pain. Our aloneness has a love of its own in an empty kind of way A love of solitude a love to be free of all of those burdens that relationships bring. To try love again, what price would there be? To lose this solitaire feeling that has made the soul free. To fly alone no more but to fly wing to wing. This togetherness could be costly somehow it seems. But remember once more to that love long ago. Has there not been enough time to let your feelings flow. Once more to another who returns them to you. Once more to love again and be loved too. To share your solitude with another lonely soul. Together the two of you can make your lives whole. Two halves brought together to bring joy once again To the souls thought lost forever in loves senseless game.


My thoughts are with you tonight although, we are miles apart. The distance only embeds my love for you deep within my lonely heart. To understand this feeling, that I cannot ask you to do. However, please have compassion for me and this love I have for you. My sadness is for not being near enough to prove this is real. Yet a feeling of happiness for knowing that one day I will get to share with you the tenderness I feel. As I lay here my body aches for your nearness. I long for the sound of your voice and the touch of your skin next to mine. Just to see your face and to feel your warm embrace would take away all that time has given. And make this life of mine worth living again.


You wait your entire life for that special love. Then it is unreachable. Perhaps because of fear, perhaps because of circumstances or perhaps because of love itself. A special love that leaves an emptiness within you if you cannot hear the other person's voice. But that makes you feel whole again with one gentle hello A special love of longing night after night for just the sight of them. or just the feeling of knowing that they may care too. A love that you know in this lifetime you will never feel again. Nor would ever want to feel again, if it brings you this much pain not to have it. Oh, my special love please come to me My special one please hold me and tell me this is not all for nothing. That deep within your soul your love is the same as mine. We belong together. We need each other to make our lives complete. My only one My treasured one My special love.


If I came to your doorstep would you welcome me in or would you turn me away in shame? Would you take me to your family in pride of knowing me? Or say you have never heard my name? Would you caress me when we met with open arms or would you hide me away in fear of unknown harms? If I beckoned for your love would you open your heart? If I asked for your tenderness would you kiss my tears away? If I came to you willingly would you give me your love? If I whispered I love you, what would you say? I give my love freely, for it is mine to give. My love has no possessor. My life is mine to live.


How can you love someone you have never seen with a feeling so passionate that it makes your heart skip a beat at the sound of his voice? How can you feel his hands on you, when he has never touched you? How can you feel his lips kiss yours when he has never whispered your name in the night? A love with such passion that life could have never known it in your wildest dreams. Or if it could ever be possible would you turn it away in fear that it could not be real for you had never known such a love. For this love I would take the chance of heartbreak. For I have known a lifetime of heartbreak and heartbreak in itself is of a temporary nature if we allow it to be. But to know just one moment in my life with such passion such feeling such want such need. I would give myself entirely without regret without sorrow without remorse to you your wants your needs your love your life. To deny such a love would be the most fatal of mistakes. To deny myself your love would be an injustice within itself to the name of love. To have a love based on a spiritual not physical beginning could only result in the most special of loves. The love you wait a lifetime for. A love so strong that heaven nor earth could stop it from being. A love for you and I, A love for eternity.


I want to sleep with you side by side Our hair intertwined Our sexes joined With your mouth for a pillow. I want to sleep with you back to back With no breath to part us No words to distract us No eyes to lie to us With no clothes on. To sleep with you breast to breast Tense and sweating Shining with a thousand quivers Consumed by ecstatic mad inertia Stretched out on your shadow Hammered by your tongue To die in a rabbit's rotting teeth Happy.


At her Junior High School graduation, she sings alone in front of the lot of us-- her voice soprano, surprising, almost a woman's. It is the Our Father in French, the new language making her strange, out there, fully fledged and ready for anything. Sitting together -- her separated mother and father -- we can hear the racket of traffic shaking the main streets of Jersey City as she sings Deliver us from evil, and I wonder can she see me in the dark here, years from belief, on the edge of tears. It doesn't matter. She doesn't miss a beat, keeps in time, in tune, while into our common silence I whisper, Sing, love, sing your heart out!


First, I would have her be beautiful, and walking carefully up on my poetry at the loneliest moment of an afternoon, her hair still damp at the neck from washing it. She should be wearing a raincoat, an old one, dirty from not having money enough for the cleaners. She will take out her glasses, and there in the bookstore, she will thumb over my poems, then put the book back up on its shelf. She will say to herself, "For that kind of money, I can get my raincoat cleaned." And she will.


I love sliding I love upsetting everything I love coming in I love sighing I love taming the furtive manes of hair I love hot I love tenuous I love supple I love infernal I love sugared but elastic the curtain of springs turning to glass I love pearl I love skin I love tempest I love pupil I love benevolent seal long-distance swimmer I love oval I love struggling I love shining I love breaking I love the smoking spark silk vanilla mouth to mouth I love blue I love known—knowing I love lazy I love spherical I love liquid beating drum sun if it wavers I love to the left I love in the fire I love because I love at the edges I love forever many times Just one I love freely I love especially I love separately I love scandalously I love similarly obscurely uniquely


Some of what we do, we do to make things happen, the alarm to wake us up, the coffee to perc, the car to start. The rest of what we do, we do trying to keep something from doing something, the skin from aging, the hoe from rusting, the truth from getting out. With yes and no like the poles of a battery powering our passage through the days, we move, as we call it, forward, wanting to be wanted, wanting not to lose the rain forest, wanting the water to boil, wanting not to have cancer, wanting to be home by dark, wanting not to run out of gas, as each of us wants the other watching at the end, as both want not to leave the other alone, as wanting to love beyond this meat and bone, we gaze across breakfast and pretend.


Koi Mausam Ho, Dil Mein Hai Tumhaari Yaad Ka Mausam Ke Badla Hee Nahee Jaanan Tumharay Baad Ka Mausam Nahee Tou Aazma Ke Dekh Lo, Kaisay Badalta Hai ? Tumhaaray Muskaraanay Se Dil-e-Nashaad Ka Mausam Kaheen Se Os Haseen Awaaz Ki Khusbuu Pukaaray Gi Tou Is Ke Saath Badlay Ga Dil-e-Barbaad Ka Mausam Qafas Ke Baam-o-Dar Mein Roshni Si Aayi Jaati Hai Chaman Mein Aagaya Shayad Lab-e-Aazaad Ka Mausam Mere Sheher-e-Pareshaan Mein Teri Be-Chaand Raaton Mein Bohat Hee Yaad Karta Hun Teri Bunyaad Ka Mausam Na Koi Gham Khizaan Ka Hai, Na Khwaahish Hai Bahaaron Ki Hamaaray Saath Hai “Amjad” Kisi Ki Yaad Ka Mausam


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