This evening is so serene,
And each snow flake so tender,
And beautiful on your soft face.
Your gait is filled with a usual splendor,
Like that of some fairy-tale queen.

The lights shine bright,
As the shadows dance on your face,
Your beauty they exalt.
I feel at peace in your warm embrace,
Under this starry night.

The beauty of this street,
Is matched only by yours,
Your face so calm,
A certain joy it assures,
Without which I would be incomplete.

I go home thinking of you,
And your wonderful embrace,
I will see you tomorrow,
To find a joy none can replace,
And as usual my loneliness you will subdue.

I am glad to be one of the lucky few, Who are loved by those they love,
Your love is so pure and true, Just like a beautiful white dove.

thanks alot sir

thanks

thanks :D

I admire you from the back of the class,
I see nothing but your back,
Yet I am in love with you.
Whenever I think you're looking at me I am taken aback,
But I know you're not looking at this big fat-***.

If only you could know,
How dearly I admire you,
Maybe we would go on a date,
If only you knew,
But you don't and you say no!

I sit and smile here at the back,
You have no idea how beautiful you make it,
You have no idea my beloved,
And I must admit,
Without you a certain smile I would lack.

I dream of a day,
A day when we will talk,
Oh how beautiful it will be.
Hand in hand we will walk,
Straight to your favourite cafe.

Alas you don't even know I exist, if you you would glance,
Because in this crazy mist, I doubt you see me standing in a trance.

that was one awesome piece.. one awesome piece. so much feeling.. take a bow.. take a bow :)

I am still awake as the clock nears midnight,
Sitting up at my desk,
Clicking like at every picture of yours.
The state of my mind is utterly grotesque,
I can no longer bear my own plight.

I wish I could reach in and touch your face,
Your skin would feel so smooth and soft,
Instead my hand hits a cold glass screen.
My heart used to soar aloft,
Now it is to be found in no place.

I can not help but stare at the beauty,
As I gaze I wonder if you loved me,
If you ever loved me,
As you said to me in the shadow of the mango tree.
Or are you now showing your true colours of vanity?

Whatever it may be, all I know is that I love you very much,
Like a busy bee, I keep myself busy to forget your touch.

@laura: i'd rather she doesn't leave "prince charming" cuz i feel they are perfect for each other.. and as her friend.. i am happy because she is happy :)

Everyday we walked home from school,
And that made up the happiest minutes,
Of a forgettable day,
All the while I showed my love to you in bits,
While dragging my bag like a mule.

Why did this have to happen?
Why did I fall in love?
Why did you have to be my perfect imperfection?

Do you still remember my words of stupid wisdom,
How I said perfection was possible only without us,
Oh how wrong I was!
All this while that I kept my love inconspicuous,
And hinted at it in a mere stupid conundrum.

Why did this have to happen?
Why did I fall in love?
Why did you have to be my perfect imperfection?

You are a beautiful human,
And you are perfect,
My beautiful perfect human,
I wish I could say.
Instead he came and took you away,
Far far away from me,
From me.

Why did this have to happen?
Why did I fall in love?
Why did you have to be my perfect imperfection?

I know he is the perfect guy and I'm the friend,
I know he is the lover and I'm the supporter.
He is your imperfect perfection,
But hey baby give me one chance to show that I can be better,
To make you happy my energy I will expend.

Why did this have to happen?
Why did I fall in love?
Why did you have to be my perfect imperfection?
My perfect imperfection.


NOTE: this is a poem I wrote for a girl to whom I always said that perfection could never exist in the presence of humans. I have since realised how wrong I was, alas, by then it was too late.

Part 1:

Everyday when I'm on my way home,
I see it in the same place everyday.
The white dress in the window.
Someday you'll put it on I pray,
And in a day I would build you a Rome.

It has been there for so long,
No one seems to buy it,
The white dress in the window.
Almost as on you was meant to be its every bit,
Like my heart to you does belong.

Everytime I see it I smile,
A smile of satisfaction,
Because I picture you in it,
And can not even imagine your reaction,
As you put it on in a princess' style.

I have grown weary of the wait,
The dress now reminds me of my fear,
As I saw you go off with a Prince in the horizon,
As I stood there drunk on cheap beer,
Smiling at my own woeful fate.

Alas that white dress is gone, as have you,
I am sprawled on the lawn, wet with morning dew.


Part 2:

The white dress has been replaced,
A new one has taken its place,
It matches the old one in beauty,
And once again it makes my heart race,
I feel as if by the ghosts of past I am being chased.

The new dress brings back memories old,
But then the phone rings,
And it says that you're calling.
I know good news it brings,
That will give me happiness tenfold!

The new dress is so much better,
It reminds me of you,
And erases many memories of the old one.
Like how she simply bade adieu,
In that stupid shitty letter!

It reminds me of how you came like a breeze,
In my life filled with stress,
And how you helped me find love,
In a life that was a mess,
And you make me fall to my knees.

As I drop to my knees, and ask you to marry me,
I hear your answer and freeze, before I yell in utter glee!