Only if!

Only if you were here with me, 

All the stresses and worries would flee. 

Only if you were here to hear me out, 

I never had to scream or shout. 

Only if you were here to hold my hands, 

I would have never fallen for false friends. 

Only if you were here as my spark, 

I wouldn’t have as much loved the dark.

Only if you were here to know how I felt, 

In your secure embrace I would have melt. 

Only if you were here, as my star, 

No medication was needed to heal my scar.

Only if you were here to share my pain,

I would not have cried in every rain.

Only if you were here, soft and little rude,

I would have lived my childhood. 

Only if you weren’t taken away by God, 

I would have had strongest shield and sword.

It would have been a dream life, no doubts rather,

Only if you were with me, dear grandfather. 

I miss you every time my heart beats, and every time I breath. I miss the part of me that went away with you. You must know, that you are the only person I love. I belong to you. And I wish we could meet soon! Here or there! Because this beautiful place seems a desert without you. See you, my soul love. ❤️

I believe you.

​I believe you will get up after every fall, 

And stay a child – pure and small. 

I believe you’ll preserve every heart, 

And you will never break anyone apart. 

I believe you’ll never disrespect trust, 

And will never let your honesty rust. 

I believe your pain and  hurt will heal, 

And all the invisible wounds will seal. 

I believe you will be a soul full of care, 

And be a heart, that is found rare. 

I believe you will proudly carry emotions, 

And never be tamed by prejudiced notions. 

I believe you will stay full of sanity,

And be a human, known for humanity. 

I believe you .. 💕

Major missing!

And it’s just sometimes, you just miss everything. You miss being the kind of person you were around somebody. You miss the kind of genuine smiles you had. You miss your tears. You miss being happy for every reason and sometimes no reason. You miss the moments of sanctity. You miss being important. You miss being missed. You miss being loved. You miss being fragile .You miss the pain. You miss the longings. You miss yourself.  These “sometimes” are so torturing,as you very well know, that even if you miss above mentioned everything terribly ,you can never have it back. This realization slays. 

Your magic!

I am the magic,
witnessed by everyone,
praised by few,
trusted by none!

My existence is questioned,
in the world of logic.
My identity doubted,
sad and tragic!

I am the magic,
not only on stage.
I am there within you,
trapped in a cage!

I seem to happen
only when you believe.
in your abilities,and yourself
I make you achieve! 

I am the magic,
created by your soul
whenever you work hard,
I’ll play my role! 

Accept the criticism
confront the odds.
And then, its me in action,
to get you applauds! 

Hope!

“Hope which breaks you apart is the same hope which glues your broken pieces back together. “. 

All I know is that a sincere hope from a kind heart never goes in vain. Maybe it will take some more time, maybe it will consume more of your strength, maybe it will absorb more of your patience, but believe in the power of believing. If it is meant to come to you, it will. And if it is not meant to come to you, something better will. ☺️

“Keep hoping”  for that is what keeps you going on in the world which is waiting for you to give up. 

This is a “Tree of happiness with branches of hope”. Thankyou A learning poet for this painting. It is very dear to me and very close to my heart. 

Picture credits :- A learning poet

Superwoman!

I met a gorgeous woman,                        Lady with beautiful eyes.                      Gifted with a beautiful smile,          Wrapped in the silent cries.

She is a gem of human,
Her inner covered with diligence.
Her heart filled with compassion,
Being the epitome of intelligence.

That lady be the most amiable,
Her laughter, the most beautiful sound.
She is my favorite face,
who makes my world go round. 

She suffers alone from all the pain,
From her, the inspiration is born.
She plays so many roles,
Her real self is constantly torn.

She be the need to all,
Desire to some, and burden to none.
She is a darling daughter
None less than a doting son.

She is hard from exterior,
But has the softest heart.
The girl is mirror to your goodness,
Perfect, adorable and smart.

She fought with the devils,
Returned back from the hell.
She faced it with all her might,
In heaven, she is meant to dwell.                                                                                                 

I wish you come back SOON,                 Without you, I have become insane.  Maybe I’ll never be yours again,              But you will always be my Superwoman.