A dozen roses, for the years gone by
Each for the lasting fragrance in our lives
One for the arm which holds me tight
Fondly, each time on a tired night
One for the knowing look in those eyes
Two for the superb two little guys
One for the comfy home with you
Ok ,one for our fantastic cars too!
And one for the lovely time we spend
Vacationing together at lands end.
One for the grocery shopping each month
For bearing the load without a grunt
One for those sudden food cravings
Truffle cake with chocolate shavings !
One for hearing me prattle the day's alls
One for the 'whats for dinner?' calls
And one,my dear man,finally
For simply letting me be me
26 November, 2014
A dozen roses
12 November, 2014
Missing Prajna
On such days which just wont die,
When they linger on , I wonder why
Do I suffer it all alone, when I should
Be having you by my side. I could
Be holding that right hand tight
And walking down the roads in delight.
Or I could be cradling the phone so long
trying to recall that one stubborn song
Stuck in your head and also in mine
While we watched that movie online.
Or maybe pour all my troubles out
About silly people whom I could do without
Or share with you the ache and pain
Which has started in my knees again
Oh why does this day linger on and on
Making me so pensive and forlorn
How I wish and pray that I can one day
Get back my friend whom I miss today
To nod my grey head and shake my wrinkled hand
To endless chatter that only you would understand.
02 November, 2014
Your Name
Somedays sometimes in a pensive mood
When I weigh all things bad and good,
I fall silent at your name
Wondering if you think the same.
Don't know where to pin you down
Days u made me smile and frown
Go so far back in memory lane
Yet, to this day I find you hard to explain
Are you good or are you bad for me
I close my eyes yet fail to see.
So I linger a lil longer on the name
Wishing that you would do the same.
- Piyu
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