Monday, July 03, 2006

Love alarm!

Love is setting up early alarms
and melting into bracing arms
Little strokes on the hand
saving a solitary hair strand

When all blades in the meadow
and all pines in my clough
Despite their lavish lush
can't match your sweet blush

Sound of the summer rain
brings back your images again
Duck's quack or goose' honk
I can hear you in every cronk

Million maddening mysteries to crack
and only your memories to stack
Dreams locked away in glee
open only to your magical key

Love is waking up each nightly hour
to check on the mystic flower
to look at the alarm clock
and answer heart's tender knock



Wafa, 22, Jordan said...

Wafa, 22, Jordan said...

This goes on to prove that you are a very very gifted guy. I am logged in from my college and I showed this poem to all my friends.
We are impressed.

Love you

Wafa and friends,
amman, jordan

Harpreet, Mumbai said...

Soulful poetry.
The best I have read in a long while. So original and refreshing.


Pradip Sarkar, Sahara TV, New Delhi said...

aha -- caught you, sameer.

Guess who!

Bharat gave me your link. I am in Sahara TV and I think you rock man.

Such a great blog. Today's poem is ... Wow!!!

I'll read you more often.
Do write to me at

aap to busy hai, malum hai call nahi karenge.


Allen M. UK said...

These are really beautiful words.
All the best, man.


garry, newark said...

Whoever you wrote it for, must consider herself lucky.
These are such intense, powerful words.


Supriya said...

Power-writing. There is everything in it: love-emotions-nature-care.

it is hard to find true gentlemen romantics like you. Yours is a vanishing tribe, sameer.

Anand Mohl, Mohali said...

I agree and disagree with you. Love is beautiful and when it comes to describe such feelings, poets -- like you -- can weave magic but I think the era of romanticism is well and over, sir.


Samir Bhat said...

Dear Mr Anand,

Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners.

Love is when you realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford - but you'll take him anyway.

Think it over.


Fradia said...

it is a nice effort

Juliet Masdin,Montreal said...

LOL, I like your short-soul-searching poems.

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. What one can be, one must be.