Truth in your eyes

Your eyes told me the truth
So, don’t try to hide the veracity
They never lied to me
Nor I think they can ever do
I saw the surging grief in them
Like I saw the love once upon a time
They told me about the future
Or should I say futureless-ness
They told me that I’m a stranger
More alien than someone from Mars
They told me that you are moving on
And have banished me to oblivion
I know the meaninglessness of tears
Which are threatening to fall
I know I have to let you go
I know I have to forget
And hope that you will come back
To be with me forever one day …

http://poemhunter.com/poem/truth-in-your-eyes/

A dream

Here is a short one... One love, on dreams... Hope you all will like it...
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A thoughtful look, a knowing smile,
Suddenly, the earth stops moving.
A touch, a brush of the hand,
The sensation causes my heart to soar.
A whisper, the soft sound of your voice
Everything inside me melts.

A wish, a dream, a hope with wings
That silently says - our hearts are one,
Our souls are one and will always be
A dream we are one… Forever.

http://poemhunter.com/poem/our-dream/

Silence, tears n' rain

Sometimes silence is so loud and strange
And can be heard across a thousand miles
May be rain can hide those tears for a while
Which keep flowing without any constraints

But won’t this rain stop one day
And expose those silent tears?
Wont these raindrops stop its cold grip
And my hot tears stop its masquerade?

Sometimes, I wish for at least a voice
Which can kill this cold and bitter silence
And their monotonous tone of accusations
And their never-ending complaints

And I hope that the rain stops for now
And you have a little time to spare
And listen carefully to my tears
When my tears start to speak slowly
In their special and secret language
And you can understand it perfectly…

http://poemhunter.com/poem/silence-tears-and-rain/

He and she

He asked: “Why do you love me,
Even when I hurt you?
Even when I have nothing to offer?
Even when world is against us?”

She smiled and walked away
Hiding those tears which threatened
To fall and form another stream
But, never answered that question

In her silent tears,
In her heart was the answer
Which was evident like daylight,
Which he failed to see or understand.
She whispered to herself:
“Will he ever understand
Why gardener loves his roses
Though they have hurting thorns?
Will someone tell him
Why a mother loves
Even her most deformed child?
Is it beyond his understanding
That love is beyond all reasons?”

http://poemhunter.com/poem/he-and-she-2/

Park Bench

One of my lengthy poems... I felt that this poem deserved its length considering the fact that it more of a story than a poem:-)
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Sitting on your regular park bench
Watching the people around
Deep in your own thoughts
Smiling occasionally
With sun rays playing with your silver hair
What a pretty picture you make!

Did I see your eyes shining?
Watching the little girl with her father
Leading him with her little hands
Dancing the way around
Talking in a serious tone
May be about the life’s mysteries

Did I see a naughty grin?
Watching that bunch of girls
Heads together in secret
Hands on shoulders
Talking in those hushed tones
May be about a big conspiracy

Did I see a knowing smile?
Watching that young couple
Holding each other hands
Moving in unison
In their own dream world
Oblivious to the world around

Did I see a tender smile?
Watching that mother and son
Son asking his umpteen doubts
And mom trying to answer
And match his speed
With pride in her little wonder

Did I see a sad smile?
Watching that mom and daughter
Obviously in argument
Talking in the angry tones
Trying to make each understand
Yet not ready to compromise

Did I see a nervous smile?
Watching that lonely woman
Lost in her own thoughts
May be talking to herself
Walking with long strides
Not a companion with her

Did I see a warm smile?
Watching that kid with his grandpa
So comfortable with each other
Showing off his latest bruise
And watching in awe
The bigger bruises his grandpa has

Did I see that contented smile?
Watching the grandpa walk towards you
With his usual slow smile
Slowly taking your hands in his
Helping you to your feet
As if his world is only you

Still sitting on that park bench
Watching you walk away
Thinking about myself
Wondering about life
Will I be as contended as you
In the years to come?

http://poemhunter.com/poem/park-bench/