I wish...

I had a wish, not a very great one
I wish that I had you,
you my life, you the one,
I wish you existed, so that I could hold you in my arms
kissed you, fondled you and relished your charm.

I wish we comforted each other in summers, and celebrated winters
I wish together we dwelt in some serenity
and together we would have sailed distances beyond any dreams.
I look for you like a ship searches for a beacon light
tries to clear a mist that spreads around it and end its plight.
I do not show my loneliness,
I hide it behind the arrogance of a man
but the fact remains, behind that jovial face
hides a lonely man
I wish I could be the shoulder, you search to rest your head
I wish I wish, I wish this was true
turned into reality , all that I said
I wish that I was loved
and I wish that I loved you....

Alone in the crowd..

I think, or rather I know that I am NOT a good poet, but still I am quite daring in nature, so here I dare to write that, after all its my ROY..al Area..
Ok here is a poem(atleast I thought so) I wrote almost 4 yeas back when I was in college, my college was situated in middle of farm houses with no other significant construction around a radius of almost 2-3 kms..and a river flowing just 1 km behind it. Also there was a graveyard surprisingly clubbed with an amusement park, almost 4-5 kms away from it. The poem was written post midnight when I was trying my best to study, had a bad day, the poem gives an idea of what may have happened ..So here it goes..

Today all of a sudden I felt alone in the crowd, and instantly I asked who are my friends??
Looked there were none, thought there were many, they, yes they are my friends..
The cold breeze of morning, the sun, alone who's shining,
the cold nights of summer, the warm noons of winter, they, yes they are...
The road long, alone on which I ride,
wind blowing in the farm which looks like a tide, they, yes they are...
The rose plant in the backyard,
that river near the graveyard, they, yes they are...
the roof which which gives me seclusion,
that calm water in the pond which trembles on intrusion, they, yes they are...
Those quite midnights, that white moonlight,
the bell of the midnight hour, the twinkle of that little star, they, yes they are my friends
They, yes they are my friends.