That Dreamy Night

Some people believe in God and his presence, so don't... For those who believe in him, well they can count many instances where they felt that God was there to take care of them or help them... Those people send tons of forwards telling of God's miracles... I myself believe in God, I know, he's out there somewhere... looking down at us... This poem talks about feeling the presence of God...

Moon was shining

And the stars twinkling...

Sky was clear and dark

Far ahead it was like an arc...

The wind was cold

And blowing away my dress's folds...

Water from the sea

Was splashing at my feet...

And I was walking on that beach

On that dreamy night!

I strained my ears

To hear every sound in the air...

Yes I was listening

To the voices of nature...

That song of moon

And the roaring of sea...

Chirping of crickets

And the howling wind!

And then I heard something else

It was someone walking, besides myself...

I strained every muscle of my eye

To see who it was...

All I could see

Were the footprints behind me...

I kept on walking

And that someone kept following!

I tried to hear some other voice -

'Take care, watch your step, you're doing nice...'

Someone was whispering

And I into the darkness kept staring...

And then I realized

It was then that opened my eyes...

And then I knew - 

It was experience by very few...

It was God himself

Whom I had felt taking care of myself!

I Ask You Why...?

Imagine yourself, facing problems in every direction you turn... What would you do? Most people turn to God and ask him - 'Why Me?' But then, God never answers... not directly at least. He does drop in hints which we fail to see... And thus we continue questioning his motives... This poem is about those endless questions we ask him...

Whenever I am happy

You leave me all sad...

I ask you... why?

Whenever I dream

You wake me up...

I ask you... why?

Whenever I smile

You leave tears behind...

I ask you... why?

Whenever I decide

You leave me all confused...

I ask you... why?

Whenever I am ready to choose

You take the options away...

I ask you... why?

Whenever I try to mingle

You leave me all alone...

I ask you... why?

Whenever I see rosebuds

You show me the thorns...

I ask you... why?

Whenever I speak

You leave no one to hear...

I ask you... why?

Whenever I leave

You block my way...

I ask you... why?

Whenever I question

You never reply...

And I ask you... why me again??

All Alone

This poem highlights the fact that whatever we do in our life time, we still come alone in this world and leave alone. No one accompanies us in either of these two situation, but human beings are still afraid of being alone... They forget, that they themselves are the only people who stay with themselves till the end and then afterwards and thus never enjoy the lone time they get...

A baby born,

Comes alone...

Then why does he,

For a company craves...

So why does he,

For some love craves...?

Why does he wants,

To be accepted...

Why does he needs,

To be wanted...?

What does he need, 

Friends for...

What does he fear, 

Making enemies for...?

Why does he smile,

When he finds someone...

Why does he cry,

On loss of someone...?

Why does he have to,

Feel lonely...

Why, when no one's around

Should he want some company...?

For an old man dead,

Dies all alone...!

Who Am I...?

Many people live with a mask on their faces, hiding their true faces from the world, for reasons known to them. This poem is about one such person...

Who am I,

Why am I,

No one knows

I will follow which road!

An organ lying below my lung

Makes direct contact with my tongue

And holds me back

From reading books of my life, lying on the rack.

My heart is a well of secrets

Keeping secrets there I don't regret;

From what I feel

To whom with I deal

Is not known to a single soul

Not even my dear mom!

So much lying in that muscular space

No one knows I'm running in which race,

No one, mean No One

Has ever guessed what I feel for anyone

Even if they tried

They never got the answer right,

Though I've friends whom I trust

I tell them many things, but not every crust!

Some bitter experiences of the past

Left me alone in a ground which was vast

To collect all alone, my belongings

And then I decided - never again will I be sharing

"Them" with anyone,

About myself will be known to no one!

Today what my friends see of me

Is not 'actual me'!

I am someone else whom they have never met

My mind is now set...

I have learned to live happily

With this in my heart and my family!!

The Day You Walked Away

The Day You Walked Away, is a poem about two lovers who had to part ways because of some unavoidable circumstances. Both of them hated doing it, but it was the demand of the time... Puppets of fate, they part ways, with heavy hearts, but being able to do nothing about it...

I can't forget that night when

You were there standing beside me,

Saying that you have got something

That you want to tell me...

The words were so very harsh

You knew it would hurt me...

But we had to face the truth

Although it was difficult for you and for me!

You looked at me

And I looked at you

We wanted to say something to ease the pain

But that was what we couldn't do...

We walked our last walk together

On that deserted road

Our hearts were aching

There was too much of the load!

I took your hand in mine

And you turned towards me

You saw the fear in my eyes

Tears too you could see!

We both cried for hours

And sat holding each other

And remembered those days

We spent together

Talking and walking

Laughing all the while...

Those were the days

When we had been truly blessed!

Last thing I remember

Is you walking away

Leaving me behind

I was thinking of someway - 

I wanted to stop you...

I tried calling you...

But you never heard me

You just kept walking farther and away

Leaving me behind

With tears in my eyes!!

Introductions...

Hello everyone...

Writer's Block is my blog that contains the poems I have written over the years. I am no great poet, I am just like you - one in the crowd, but writing poems is something that I have been doing for a long time...

They may seem very ordinary, but each poem has some meaning for me, each poem is close to my heart - but then, who doesn't like his/her own work.

So, I hope you will like the poems and even if you don't, I won't stop writing, because I write for myself, I write because I like to write. But then, if you read them, do leave a comment, positive or negative, because criticism always helps and I would love to improve my work.

So thanks...

Happy Rhyming!