Too many dreams!

Nostalgic about something that never happened . . .

Walking through the breeze on calm evening holding the hands
I wish could hold once
I'm nostalgic about something that never happened

Feeling the touch I never felt
Still looking into the deep eyes I've never seen
I'm nostalgic about something that never happened

Feeling the pain of separation from
Someone I never knew
I'm nostalgic about something that never happened

Feeling her scent in every bit of me
and yet craving to smell it once in life
I'm nostalgic about something that never happened

Anticipating her response to a proposal
I never made
I'm nostalgic about something that never happened

Trying to forget something I never wanted to
Holding the breath, I had never taken
I'm nostalgic about something that never happened . . .

He is

This is a poem that i scribbled recently. Or rather it was a catharsis of what i felt. Whatever we are, where ever we are... its because of the one person who loves us. And loves us more than anyone else in this world does. That is why he is perhaps considered out of world. He is our creator, protector and destroyer. He is God. My poem says 'He is'. but personally God is beyond all the divisions that divide any normal mortal.... caste creed gender colour. He has only one form... Love. Inspired by Frost

He is...

He is the breeze from faraway land
He is the miracle in every grain of sand.
He is the softness in a flower
He is the infinite in the hour

He is the smile of an innocent child
He is the roar of the wild
He is the love that blooms
He is the ray eradicating the gloom

He is the life in all my deeds
He is the only ear that pays heed
He is the hymn, he is the praise
He is the Lord of infinite grace.