The moment

Listen! I still hear the tiny bells
tinkling in the chambers of love
deep in my heart; they sing
of our fingers that clasped, unclasped
and clasped again, with tremor
of love felt so deeply and truly.

Look! I still see the tiny patch
of coyness, deep red coyness
imprinted on my cheek, the shy mark
of love your lips left behind
in the dark alley of togetherness
which heavens had planned for us.

We met, we loved, blessed that hour,
when death takes me away
I know I shall still hear
the tiny bells deep in my heart
louder than ever;
and the coy mark you left behind
will glow its brightest red ever.

HATRED

Distant cousin of love
living in its backyard,
ready to pounce
as soon as love leaves.

Most powerful of all feelings
can make one's blood boil
turns friends to foe
and puts the world upside down.

Fiendish feeling, one can't help but feel
nurse it, grows in leaps and bounds
hide it, makes you peevish and gray
show it, deprives you of all things good.

Dump it, that you can't
for it lives in the backyard of love
and pounces on you
as soon as love leaves you alone.

Grief

An anguished heart that was shattered into thousand pieces made a pact with the wind and the wind decided to carry a piecewith it every time it blew to a new direction. One day, a small piece of the heart was blowing with the wind, silently sighing with the rustle of the leaves when it reached an unknown place. It was a cloudless hot scorching sun and no soul walked on the earth. The heart (that small piece) made this deserted place its home and started living there. People from the neighbouring area heard an unusual melody being blown in by the wind. Everytime it passed near them, time halted and every person waited to hear the melody. But as soon as the wind direction changed, people forgot all about the song and the tears it made them shed.
Such is the story of grief, it strikes all heart but it doesn't linger in any heart for long. This time it has struck my heart but I know I've to wait for the wind to blow it in the different direction when the season changes.But when will the season change? How long does it take for the season of the heart to change? A lifetime?