Love and Literature

I am writing a poem
I am writing a prose,
Its going to be about you
Its going to be about our love.

I will describe it in one verse
I will describe it in two verses,
I hope a paragraph will be enough,
Or maybe I will write a story, a short ballad,
It may not be perfect but it will be just enough.

How about I put my words in a sonnet
Not just one, how about a whole lot?
I will put in some words so compassionate,
It will just make your heart melt
At least that's what I hope it will do.

I can write a play
Make it like Romeo and Juliet,
Write it so that everybody lives happily in the end
Why should anyone die for our love to be eternally remembered?.

Life of me.

I wake up to a sunny day
my heart empty, my eyes full
just an ordinary day in my life.

I walk out to the street,
I see people scurrying like rats in a steel pipe
each one with no aim just an empty destiny
Put on a plastic smile, a beautiful art, if i must say,
greet the wolves in disguise
oh if they would only show their true selves.

I arrive at my destination, the dreaded school
a institution for intellectual fools
I stroll through the hall ways, hiding from the bright faces,
marking my every step the eyes of the cameras follow me
would it kill them, to just leave me alone.

Entering the classroom I am greeted by the resonating voices
echoing on the walls, perpetually, no end
I can't even do anything about it, but hope it gets over fast
but time was never my friend, oh no, it just loves to go slow.

The bell rings, the class ends, its finally over,
I get up and walk out, see your angelic face in the far corner,
I try and get close to you, but you just keep going far away,
the distance it just gets bigger and bigger,
what a strange paradox,
what keeps me alive, I am afraid will be the death of me.

Suddenly you fade away, and I start falling,
I don't know how or where, but why should I care,
if you are not with me, the world its just a myth.

I wake up, its over my nightmare, its ended,
my love, she is gone, never to be seen again,
I get up from the bed,

my heart empty, my eyes full

just an ordinary day in my life. 

  

A dream.

And she looked into my eyes with the radiance of a thousand suns 
oh how she smelled of the fragrance of a garden of roses 
how do I tell you of how I felt?
it was simply a feeling apart 


Even Rumi or Ghalib would fail to describe her 
my love, so close, yet, so far 
sometimes I feel that she is dream 
a myth, just a figment of my imagination
but it is only with her that reality feels like a dream.