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Jay Ojha Apr 2017
Once again to pen my thoughts down
I had no option but to come hither
What follows from now on,
Is all about A Walk To Remember.

So, now to let the story unfold
A story different from the ones you have been told
That Saturday night, I made a decision somewhat bold
Which was to surprise her, an idea very exciting but old.

11th of April it was, I was told
And down those dimly lit streets, I speedily strolled
Unaware of the memories I would earn, in that night so cold
Memories, one can say, way more precious than jewels of gold.

Now, let’s change the scheme of the rhyme
I want you to be patient, wait for the next line
Yes, I had reached the right place, at the right time
But witnessing her absence, I fell off cloud nine
Cursing the bad luck, as it would always be mine.

I sat rooted to the bench like some weak-stemmed vine
Glaring at the gates, and on the empty bench sitting confined
Waiting for her, as the clock had already struck nine
I saw her walk in, to notice the charisma redefined
But not to forget, she was late this time.

Lost in thoughts, she walked straight past me
Grooving to the music, she circled the park
I felt the urge to stand up, I couldn’t let it be
I walked up to her, surprised as she was
Her breathtaking smile tore me apart
When she looked up to me, I felt a spark
While crackers kept bursting in my heart
I failed to understand why all around me, it was still dark.

Spellbound I was, as she was alongside,
She told me all about the day, but she had something to hide,
I couldn’t hold myself back from looking her in the eyes,
When I should have been busy stopping those tears of joy from rolling by.

In those attempts to embrace her fears and make her smile,
I could swim for years, up the longest Nile.
We were tired and decided to sit for a while.
In those moments of silence, my heart sighed,
As the wind hit my face, which was on a high.
My heart managed to sink in the ocean of happiness
When I realized time flows, swiftly by,
And it was time, time to say goodbye.

The idea of a goodbye had me tombed
When my heart cried, “Think of an excuse you *****!”
I asked if I could drop her home
And we walked towards the place, she would call her own.
I stood there to catch every possible glimpse of her
And long before the reality I had known,
She was gone. Man! She was gone!

My words sought an escape in an attempt forlorn,
"Thank you for all that you have done
You've always been a giver and never expected anything in return
I want you to have all that you want
All that you have dreamt of, ever,
I promise that I'll be with you, always and forever.
Thank you because now I own the beautiful memories,
Of this night which truly gave me, A Walk To Remember."
Jay Ojha Jan 2017
Once, a thought went past my mind
Which was to leave the past behind.
I thought if it would be of any gain
But all of it was in vain.

Somehow I got over it
Just to find myself in an empty pit
To witness the darkness all around
Until in her, a light I found.

A glimpse of her
Would make my heart pound
As if I was a free bird flying high in the air
Invisible to someone here on the ground.

Seeing her secretly all day
Gave me happiness profound.
They said I was deeply in love,
Love, way out of bounds.

Her eyes had a pious look
A look so serene
Splendid as they were
No less than the Irish meadows green.

I dived deep into those beautiful eyes
Wondering if the secret they did hide had even been seen.
They were like an unread book
Seeking to be looked within.
To find a picture of mine in her eyes that gleam
Was the blissful moment of which I would dream.

At times, I saw her make a sad face
When she felt all troubled
And in my mind prayers for her happiness
Was all that I mumbled.

Her beautiful smile had a touch divine
So lovable that even words can’t define.
I wish I could tell her what I felt for her
Afraid if she would be friends ever after.

I wished to run away
Wanted those feelings to disappear
But by then, I already knew the way
A part of my soul would be with her
Always here.

I wonder if I could tell her some day
That I thought of her night and day.
I was so attached to her
Like the cold icy winter and shades of grey.

So this happens to be my life-story,
Nevertheless, there is nothing to worry.
I just hope she will someday be mine
Only then I would believe
That up there beyond the clouds there is some power divine.
Vanessa Grace Aug 2016
I can make you love me
this is something I can swear
all I need is a moment here
to run my fingers through your hair
I can laugh
at all your cheesy
jokes
the ones a little ******,
the ones a little
old
I can lean against your shoulder,
take turns as we blow
smoke
up, up above our heads
and past the giant
oaks
I can be charming
and kiss you before I
leave—
kiss you until your weak
and shaken in the
knees
I may not be beautiful
but I've got a trick
up my
sleeve;
a trick that involves assuming
love is quite naive

*and in that case,
so are you.
v.g
ryn Apr 2016
I'd befriend the obsidian sky...
   I'd shower it with a bounty of praises.
  So that it'll welcome my nightly gaze,
     without threats from overbearing clouds.

     I'd impress the twinkling stars
       by serenading them with songs unheard by most.
     So that when the time comes,
  they'd cast their votes in my favour.

I'd whisper to the nighttime breeze.
   I'd cavort and giggle at its slightest touch.
      So that when I fly my flag,
   it'll catch it in full billows for her to see.

Then finally...
  I'd woo the twilight moon...
     For she is the prize
   my heart had sought to pursue.
    I'd court her
      with the fiercest blaze that burns within...
     In hopes that she'd forever
   remember me as the suitor that had
fallen helplessly.
Keep time and good company,
Stay laissez-faire,
Of your diet, be mindful:
Of your body; take care.

With intention and tact,
Choose well what you wear,
Downtown or in the garden,
Be seen without glare.

When you're mannered and prim;
You're fit to a pair,
Politely, be you,
Though be a you they can bear.
I wish I had been told this when I was younger.
Jenny Gordon Mar 2016
(sonnet #MMMMMCDXXXII)


How rain's nigh ghastly light haunts vague suspense
Ere darkness yield to after.  In the pale
Note follwing, whiter morsels chase th'exhale
Which moves atwixt these firs as if pretense
Could not decide oer snowbanks' worn intents
And newer puddles thinking of betrayl,
This fragile romance in surreal tones' bail
Lost in the flurry of just whither hence.
I want to ask you what you're doing fer
All we have overnight made me and you
Erm, us and we.  And scared but driving, you're
Not one bit daunted either.  What'd we do?
I've heard of whirlwind stories.  Aren't such poor?
You'd kiss my tear-washed face, and say we knew?

03Feb16
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srzjOJjBHmc]Mebbe when we can do it tangled up in each other.  *needless to say, he likes this one.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
You bring your coquette and charming.
I bring homebread and cheese.
You bring fresh fruit, and spread
I bring romance and eloquent

I bring wine,
And you bring tea.
I've admiration of the old-fashioned kind,
And you've your poised elegance. Sweet
And subtle seductiveness
Do we now practice.
Light and deep conversation,
Peals of laughters
And whispers in the silence.


I don't mind the seeming plainness
of our meeting.
As long as I can enjoy
knowing you're enjoying
Our special spontaneous
Lunch date
Let me know what you all think of this one
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
I plant my soft lips
Upon yours sugary sweet.
The scent upon your skin
Mesmerizes me. Belle Chérie.

La vie en rose
Explains the way I feel
When you lean into me
Cuddled tight, cuddled right
It's just the place to be.

Ah yes, the way I feel
When you look into
These hazel eyes and I into
Your dark brown iris
Hypnotizing, beautiful, precious
The way I feel... It is exuberance

I'd like those moments to keep happening.

Moments when I pick you up,
Or hold your soft hands
And attempt teaching you to dance
To shake your hips

Moments when I learn about you
Moments of simple conversation
Moments of wonderful kisses
Laughter, embraces, and bliss.
Yes.
I'd like to continue this,
euphoric courtship
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