Across the Miles

We began like dawn!

Soft light spilling into laughter,

every message a melody,

every silence, sweet anticipation.

The miles felt weightless then!

Carried by promises and dreams,
our hearts learned to speak
in time zones and moonlight.

Now the rhythm slows!

Calls fade, words tire,
but beneath the quiet ache,
something steady breathes.

Love does not vanish!


It changes its form,
A quiet flame learning patience,
A root growing underground.

So let the space between us
teach us new ways to touch!

For distance is only geography,
and love,

Our truest homecoming!

Kashmakash

Aansu beh chale aankhon se, 

          Wo bhi beh chali unke saath-saath,

unn gehraiyon mein!

Dil samandar-sa bhar gaya,

Kashti bhi kahi beh gayi kahin.

Ab kahan jaaye wo,

Kashmakash si thi usko.

Wahi dariya mein doob jaaye ya

nadi mein sama jaaye?

Jab Tum Mile

Adhuri khwahishon ko mile pankh, 

Rangon ki bauchaar aayi,

Jab tum mile.

Khwahishon ka silsila shuru hua,
Dil ke armaan kuch pal jaage,
Jab Tum mile.

Baarish ki pehli boond giri,
Kuchh boondon ne chhua,
Toh aisa laga ki,
Tum Mile.

Tumhari ek muskurahat ne
chuppi todi meri,
Man khil gaya,
Dil machal gaya,
Tum jo mile!

Ek hi jhatke mein duniya ulat gayi,
Tumne jo kaha mujhse,
Jaan ho meri!

Tum jo mile...

#pozicoolraga #poetry #secondlove

Second Bloom

I had folded my heart away,  
tucked it in silence,
as one tucks a fragile letter
into the back of a drawer.

I told myself,
Love had had its turn.

that the music was over,

that the dance was done.

But then you appeared,

not with thunder,

not with the rush of storms,

but with the quiet certainty

of morning light.

You did not ask me to forget

the shadows I carried.

You simply stood beside them

until they no longer frightened me.

Your laughter stirred something

I thought I had long since turned to stone.

Your touch did not demand.

It invited.

And in that invitation,

I felt my walls soften,

brick by brick,

until even the ruins of old love

looked like the foundation

for something new.

This second chance is not a return

to what was lost,

but a tender beginning,

a softer unfolding,

the kind that grows from patience

and the courage to believe again.

To love you now

is not to erase the past,

but to honour it.

To know what pain taught me,

yet still choose your hand in mine.

And if the heart is a garden,

then you are the bloom

I never thought I would rise again.

So, let the world say love is fickle.

It only knocks once.

I know better.

For here you are,

and here I am,

ready to begin,

not as if it were the first time!

Where Shadows Hold the Heart

 

You tell me you love me,

yet your eyes look past my face,

searching for someone

who lives only in the silence of memory.

Your arms are warm,

but your heart is an echo chamber,

still ringing with the laughter

of a love long gone.

I stand here, alive,

offering touch, offering today,

but you kneel at the altar of yesterday,

faithful to shadows I cannot chase away.

Is it love,

if your vows belong to a ghost?

Or am I only a visitor

at the graveside of your longing?

You say the words,

but I hear the distance,

a man chained to remembrance,

too loyal to the past to walk into the present.

And I,

left holding the ache of almost,

learn that sometimes love

is not enough

to resurrect the living from the dead.

Love Beneath the August Sky

August came with golden skies,
And love was glowing in your eyes.
The world slowed down, the sun sank low,
And all I needed was your soul's soft glow.

We met beneath the twilight air,
With tangled hands and hearts laid bare.
Each whisper danced on lips so near,
Your voice, my favorite thing to hear.

You held me close - no words, just us,
The warmth of trust, the quiet hush.
With every breeze, your touch grew deep,
Like secrets lovers vow to keep.

Your hugs were home - safe, pure, complete,
Like summer rain on thirsty feet.
And kisses? Oh, they wrote a song
That lingered on my skin so long.

August nights, with stars above,
Became the language of our love.
No promises, no planned tomorrows—
Just here and now, with joy and sorrows.

So hold me still, in memory’s light,
When summer fades into the night.
In every hug and every kiss,
August will stay - forever bliss!

When Summer Fell in Love

 June came wrapped in honey light,
And found us in the soft twilight.
The world was hushed, the stars were few—
But all I saw, that night, was you.

The air was warm with jasmine’s breath,

A moment far from time or death.

Your hand in mine, the world stood still,

Beneath the sky, atop the hill.

The fireflies lit secret signs,

Like love notes written in the pines.

We spoke no words, and yet we knew—

The month of June had made us two.

Each breeze that kissed your windswept hair

Was sweeter than the summer air.

Each heartbeat whispered something new—

The season changed, because of you.

Now every June recalls that night—

The hush, the stars, your eyes, the light.

A memory wrapped in velvet skies…

A love that bloomed where June still lies.

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