A wish

I once heard a strong voice,
It asked me weather I have any wishes.

I sprung up in joy n asked how many,
U can have as many wishes u wish to, said the strong voice.

I took a deep breath n began to wonder,
I can ask for wealth, but wouldn’t that be plunder??
I soon realized that what I would ask for is not wealth n power.

So I wished for a girl with a golden heart
With who I cud give life a brand new start

I said I want a girl whose smile is more precious than rear gems
A girl who would laugh so open and loud that it would scatter a crowd

A girl who sees life in a different way
Who loves to travel but still can’t stay away

A girl who would walk a mile to help a stranger in need
And yet would not tell a soul that she did a good deed

A girl for who life is animated
And wants to live in a world that she has created

A girl who deserves to be treated nothing less than an infant
A girl who is more tender and delicate than a newly blossomed bud

A girl with hands softer than silk

The voice, bedazzled n confused said, there is no such girl foolish one
And I replied in a voice now stronger than the strong voice.

U can keep your wishes to your self coz voice I don’t need them no more
What I wish for I already have

For a while

For a while my eyes went ablaze,
For a while my body ran cold.
Beauties were many but u were beauty divine,
More intoxicating were you than an age old wine.

For a while I lost my wit,
For a while I gasped for air.
For you stood there a moment,
And you took the moment away.

For a while I stood still,
For a while I felt nil.
A sight of yours and the earth I felt no more,
Heavens fell on me, left me with a festering sore.

For a while blood gushed to my feet,
For a while my heart seized to beat.
I failed to comprehend wrong and right,
All but lingered was your delightful sight.

For you the celestial being had left me diseased
With some thing I felt never before.
Your fragrance had, had encapsulated me,
It clinched me from head to toe.

August was ending clouds were mending
And time was preserved for eternity.

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Wish to be a writer
I feel like writing about red roses and gardens and rivers
But that would make me a lover
I feel like writing about life, death and pain
But that would make me a philosopher
I feel like writing about poverty, hunger and education
But that would make me a Social Worker
I feel like writing about what is and what was
But that would make me a historian
I feel like writing about the ideal world
But that would make me a politician
I feel like writing about what is right and what is wrong
But that would make me a Critic
I feel like writing about how things are and how they can not be
But that would make me a cynic
I feel like writing about peace and tranquility
But that would make me a believer