Whisper Of Silence

She looked outside the window and smiled,
In realization to what she felt tonight.
Something she had ignored,
And not sure off;
Came to her;
In a tiny whisper so soft.

She felt the warmth
That she missed so long.
Even in the cold night;
She felt so warm.
She shivered,not because of the cold;
But the warmth she felt;
A feeling that she longed to hold her before.

“How did i miss this?”, she wondered.
“Right before me and I still pondered?”
“How I searched for someone like this,
And I looked away without giving a glimpse!”

Things started falling in place for her,
The bits of pieces she had gathered.
She smiled n blushed;
She looked out of the window,
The breeze that touched her,and the warmth that made her shiver.

Beach

As the waves thrashing by the rocks on the sea,
I feel this warmth inside me.
The breezy wind that blew,
and I was aware of the truths so few.

Although with people around me,
there was a boundary around me.
I didn't feel lonely and I didn't want the crowd.
cause something inside me was giving company all along.

I looked at the red rocks so sharp and yet so calm,
the waves that came and hugged the rocks with the mighty arm.
they were so in sync,
didn't need another one in.

Just a touch caused ripples in the pond.
although a little disturbed returned to their normal form.
Is it the same for us?I wondered;
It is, if you want to be undisturbed.

I used wonder how what why?
but somehow now I have stopped questioning the sky.

Emotions

Not always do we say;
I love you.
Not always;
I miss you
Not for..
Hugs and kisses.
But no matter what we say or don’t,
I know I’m there for you;
So are you for me too.

An expression

When you call me ‘Love’,
I go weak on my knees!
When you say ‘Baby’,
I can’t think any other word so sweet!
When you look at me with those eyes,
I wish the world stops for a while.

Just your name,
Brings a smile on my face.
Your sound,
Makes me forget the troubles around.

When I found you,
I found a new Me.
Is the world such a pretty place?
Or has your love done this to me?

I looked for answers before,
I question destiny no more.

I hope this stays now and forever,
This magic you touched my heart with;
A feeling I never experienced before.

Day..

The sun shines up so high,
Oh my! look at the bright sky.
The monsoon can't make up its mind,
Should it just rain and be kind...
The city streets are busy as a bee-hive;
People hoping to finish work by five.
As the day goes on;
The sun shall also go down.
The night shall fall,
And the moon will rise up on the sky wall.
The day ends,
And tomorrow shall soon began.

P.S : Could'nt find a title for this poem..suggestions open from all!!

Think think and click...

So I have finally started opened my blog site and have also posted an introduction on why and how I began this journey and a poem, which was a past time during a very boring lecture.2 posts but now I'm stuck. Have no idea, what so ever, on what to write.
The thought that I should start my own blog had been sowed since the past one year. The final decision to finally open one during the last one month precisely the day I wrote the poem. I remember that week wasn't a very happy and amazing week. I was feeling low, but some how after writing the poem I felt different. An excitement had creped inside me. I couldn't wait to go home and login. But no my comp decided that it wouldn’t let me be successful in my plans.
With a lot of cajoling n sweet talking to my computer it finally started working but bad luck still continued and the internet was determined to crash my plans. One thing led to another and by the end I knew blog starting wasn’t going to be in action until exams get over. So I decided to wait. And here I am after a long wait.
It feels so different to write just like that. To put your writing skills to some use. And since I am stuck at home blog writing definitely was a good source as a time pass. Reading books, listening to music, watching movies, surfing the internet. All of this has a limit. And here to my rescue comes this hobby. But again I'm stuck on what to write about. I’m sure not everybody but someone might have got stuck at the same point.
So since morning I was wondering and thought of various options. Being a very systematic person I wrote my options but some how none of the topics I thought I would love to write about brought an excitement in me. I debated over and over again but came to no results.
And then I finally came to a conclusion on why not write about the confusion that I have. The thought process going on in my head. After all my blog, my articles and the most important thing my words and my emotions from heart. And although this article might not make perfect sense it does make a little sense. To a person it might look like a girl blabbering what ever is in her head but to me these word are a way of expressing my experience as a first time blogger.
And so I have decided that all my future topics would be what I feel at the moment. It might look like just rattleling away to glory but I’m sure it would also bring a small smile on the face of the person reading this article. After all people did love "Geet" of Jab we met. She talked and talked on screen and so have I...just that there is a difference in the screen.
Anyways that’s all for now...watch out for more

Distracted Thoughts

Waiting for the bell ring,

I day dream through the lecture.

Looking around;

Wondering 'why am I here?'

Hoping that time runs,

Ending this never ending present.

Determined to pay attention,

I try, in vain;

Distracted by thoughts of my cosy bed and warm blanket.

I try keeping open eyes,

Trying to not think about the pleasures so nice,

Try the best to pay attention,

to hear what she says;

So that it will get me through my dreaded exam days.

Not bothered I continue to stare at the door,

Hoping for mates to show up soon,

The phone vibrates.

Reasoning their absence.

I go back to day dreaming,

In my happy world;

Trying to forget of the long day ahead.

The bell rings.

Ending a part of the day,

I wait again, to day dream,

Waiting for the next lecture to began.