It's been a while...

It’s been a while and I miss the frolic,
Heights of sand dunes must have shifted,
Out of breath and smiling, that virtuous mine,
Now an unease is all that dwells the mind,
Really it’s been a while…

Thoughts engaged the heart with a promise...
Of love and vivacious one-self sans a despise,
As warmth lingered in shivers from vexatious ice,
Since I have seen souls ripped for a pious dime,
Really it’s been a while…

Have I moved so much to be moved by any fie?
Rotten virtues and morals littered riding a tide,
It’s been a while I cried for broken toys of mine,
Have I been blinded, oblivious of heart tethering crime?
Really it’s been a while…

Still innocence sprinkles to halt the demonizing demise,
An exception of exceptions for love says… its fine…
and I ignore the ruthless murderous sights sine die,
praying for bliss and for all to be jocund heartily sized…
Really it’s been a while!   

Amit Khanna

Founder, BioInformatics Support and Analysis

www.bisa.co.in

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"Subtle smiles don’t hurt,

She is one with charms of love,

Untouched remains the tears I pray" "The thought of being loved gifts the bliss, Being in love in itself a divine kiss, Thought of fate being amiable, Enough to sustain for life the smile" " Heft of sins did spill and justice meted, Still unaccounted cruelty happened, For few who shared the mean smiles, Rest of them got bruised traveling miles" And much more..... Request a free copy.... mail me at amit20khanna@yahoo.com

Palace

Princess of flowers,

With fun frolic and all charms,

On the sea shore, with innocent eyes,

Playing away from harms,

Building a palace of love and dreams,

Away stood a boy, ignoring the glamour,

Adoring the charms he stood and behaved like a toy,

Wanted to snatch the attention,

But silently stood that boy,

Nourishing the love, the feelings,

 For that golden girl so high,

With flexes of joys,

 She jumped and moved with sigh,

As if she has slaved the joys,

 And has shackled the cries,

She moved and moved around,

 Presenting the smiles,

He admired and admired,

 As if she is a carved tile,

In few moments he dreamt the paradise,

Music of heaven, which he could hear,

 Sounded so nice,

Got shattered as maid with banging bangles,

 Approached the beauty,

Appealed to the princess,

 As she should return as its dusk,

With resentment she moved,

Crossed the dreaming boy,

Paused for a moment,

 Turned to the boy to convey,

Would you protect the palace I made?

I will come to make it big in all ways,

Fumbled babbled uttered the consent,

He promised he would keep that till she returns,

He was so happy he spoke to her,

Dreams were turning to reality with such a spur,

He intended to do that and protect it by all means,

From teens to youth,

From black haired to gray he grew,

But she never returned the destiny wasn’t that keen,

Now with stick in hands and whooping he tells,

How once princess came and he served this way,

He still waits cementing that palace, still hoping,

She will come he will adore him the same way!

Amit