LOVE CONFESSION

Passion filled winds whizzing across,
En life this heavenly wilderness.
Murmuring grass profoundly sings
Of ages and ballads of love.

Whispering and holding in tender touch,
Confession flows out of your heart.
Perched on delicate branch of love,
We steal this moment away from world.

Under the canopy of bright blue sky,
Our hearts greet their entwined fate.
Like two dew drops on a fallen leaf
Wanting, to coalesce into one.

Conversing with silence, you stare at me.
Dappled with darnels, our silhouettes meet.
Conquered by ecstasy, as sun bids adieu,
I seal the day with my first kiss.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

ANGELS IN MY LIFE

On a pale spring morning-

Still clinging to the winter's chill;

Your wordless whisper creeps

Straight into my heart.

The words of faith silently resonate

In your eyes, while you gaze.

The sparkling smile on your face,

Ceases my flowing undesired tears.

The affection dancing in your eyes,

Rejuvenates my dying candle of hope.

Your presence alone strengthens my will,

Promising, things to be alright.

The care in your touch, lets me know,

You'll hold me if I ever stumble or fall.

Guarding me from melancholy's trap.

Shielding me from despair's bout;

Sharer of my grief,

Multiplier of my glee;

Protector, supporter, well wisher, savior;

Veiled behind a word called 'Friend',

You are- An Angel in my Life.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

P.S.-this is dedicated to 4 girls who have been my best pals for 3 years now...they had helped me trusted me wen all my other frnds didnt...they saved me 4m depression....n they are one of the reasons i could study, get good % in 12th n get into engineerin...we dont meet much these days coz we r all in diffrnt colls....but wat they had done 4 me i can never forget...no matter wat happns in future...they ll all mean a lot to me....

MY BROKEN DREAMS...

A slumber hall on a classic shore-
Waves lament ,an eerie speech,
Where fears and hope coalesce into one,
Fancy, reality, like shingles on a beach.

That's where my broken dreams run to;
At the break of dawn,
Before the rise of sun;
To the dark cave of shadows down.

Where their day is spent in retrospection.
Diving into my opulence thoughts like fire,
To frame a fearful symmetry
Of dreaded possibilities and desire.

That's where my broken dreams run to;
At the break of dawn,
Before the rise of sun;
To the dark cave of shadows down.

Where my life is seen in a grain of sand,
My inner visions in sublime form.
Where wild flowers bloom every hour
To fruit in nightmares without any term.

That's where my broken dreams run to;
At the break of dawn,
Before the rise of sun;
To the dark cave of shadows down.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA