Post 45 – Kiss (love poem)

A poem for the romantics.

The freeze has took my heart,

The warmth that you gave,

Has been stolen by my emotions.

 

Can you forget those moments?

Can you stay away from the past?

Your future is at the door fast.

 

My heart will remain forever,

Cremation not strong enough,

This frozen heart is tough.

 

It is a rare phenomenon,

Why did this heart remain?

How can it get rid of its pain?

 

All it needs your sacred eyes,

I know your love isn’t a lie.

Touch my heart with your tears.

 

Let me feel your warmth again,

Your kiss has my heart heaven-sent,

Thank you for the enlightenment.

 

Rahul N Singh

Turn Back Time

I wish I could turn back the time,

These moments without you are killing me.

I miss that silent smile you would give

with those gentle eyes watching me twinkling.

 

Your sweet and soft voice comforting me

In the times when I had lost my way in life.

I know I destroyed everything we had together

But I will always remain the man you loved.

 

That hug you gave me the first time that we dated,

when I kissed you with that shy look in my eyes.

Listening to you talk loudly on the crowded tube and

the commuters thinking what’s wrong with her.

 

Now I look at it and say you loving me was wrong

I hurt that every bond that we shared and lived for.

Those tender moments of love still feel raw to me

Can we still be out of love for each other?

 

I wish I could take those horrible words back

and understand that gentle silence you kept.

I could go to any extreme to prove my dignity again

Because for me you are the only angel that exists.

 

I wish I could turn back the time right in this moment

And be back in love and happiness with each other.

My art today is the blessing of that tiny faith you had

and forever I will remain indebted to you baby.

 

No words can describe the loss I feel right now

But I want you to know that this fact will remain true.

I will never give up on our love story and I will hope

that we can give our souls one more chance to mate again.

 

Rahul N Singh