The Plea…

The rustling of leaves, the whistle of the wind,
The moon shining bright and the howling cold breeze.
It made me anxious and I felt a twitch,
It made me ponder, it made me think.
When everything goes right, when everything goes mercifully,
There comes this slightest of doubt, this ambiguity.
Is everything really fine, is everything really glee,
Or are we the mere puppets, pretending it playfully?
I am scared to think about the past,
About the things hastily done.
But baby, it wasn’t me, it was just the run.
It was superficial and it was just an act,
It has got nothing to do with reality nor the fact.
The fact that I am not that person and I won’t betray anybody,
But I won’t deny that twas a huge mistake, as I was unsteady.
I hereby apologize to you, with all the depths of my heart,
Don’t let it intervene between us, and don’t let it make us apart.
Just say it once, just say that you’ve forgotten everything,
And I promise to treasure our love precious, to keep it brightly shining. Your eyes, when they adorably look at me,
I wonder why it makes you happy, why it makes you glee.
Your touch is so surreal and your words so perfect,
I just can’t resist and can’t get out of its effect.
Everything I think everything I do,
Brings me closer, and reminds me of you.
Your love is so intense, sometimes it makes me afraid,
How will I ever amend for all the mistakes I made?
I will always cherish your love and I will never forget your loving kiss, Baby I love you, and I want you to trust me over this.
Just say it once, just say that you’ve forgotten everything,
And I promise to treasure our love precious, to keep it brightly shining,
I promise to be yours and make you mine happily.

~Sahil Lakhmani

i’m a rocking boat ⛵️

~Neha Lekhak

So I'm this sailboat
that departed from the port
shoving away in its own stifle
no one to pull it towards the shore
no one having to drive the force
so i'm this rocking boat
that would wave away to unknown lands
go uninvited to places
coz now I finally believe
a random
moment feels
more like home
than days of an
unempathetic kinship.

Let this, for you, be poetry…..

When pens and quills have all grown cold
take autumn’s glades of gleaming gold,
where fragrant fires and balmy breeze
do burn and breathe through trembling trees;
let this, for you, be poetry.

While lovers ‘neath the pearly moon
still sigh and sing and sweetly swoon,
with lips, that laugh and love and tease;
when beauty breathes from hearts like these;
let this, for you, be poetry.

When swifts and swallows swoop in spring
and skylarks soar aloft to sing,
while sun sets silent off the shore
and sea does seethe and rave and roar;
let this, for you, be poetry.

One day, when all the poets die
and in their graves the poets lie,
upon the heath, go fill your arms,
with honeysuckle’s tender charms;
let this, for you, be poetry.

~ Sahil Lakhmani

Yours

~Aishani

You saw only the smile, not the storm hidden in my eyes
Because you needed happiness, not turbulent skies.

You heard only the laughter, not the cries of pain
Because you wanted perfection, you tightened the chain.

You felt only the cold skin, not the relief at last;
Because you had finally lost the control you'd amassed...