tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37540663475469105132024-02-09T04:34:06.737+11:00Letters to Twilight...Yours SincerelySanket Rathodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18284435057132262733noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754066347546910513.post-17058639122881912662010-05-31T22:20:00.002+10:002010-05-31T22:47:46.747+10:00Frostbite<p>Amidst all vast white barrenness<br />I see a tint of green.<br />After a long frozen winter<br />The first blade of grass is seen.<br /><br />Maybe with joy more than I can risk<br />I let my heart wander,<br />Imagine a season of colours<br />Lime, violet and lavender.<br /><br />I might as well go ahead and dream<br />Of you and your return.<br />But the window pane now fogs up<br />And my bare feet feel frostbitten.</p>Sanket Rathodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18284435057132262733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754066347546910513.post-90853035757741970302009-09-20T13:13:00.000+10:002009-09-20T13:15:49.754+10:00Dream<p>Tonight again my heart wonders<br />As I watch you fall asleep...<br />On your forehead gently lay playing<br />Some stray loose locks in the breeze.<br /><br />The rest lay scattered unevenly<br />On my arm around your face.<br />A few on your bosom heaving<br />At a serene, slow and steady pace.<br /><br />Like at rest a woodland Goddess<br />Keeping peace in the wilderness.<br />Or a ship that's several storms survived,<br />Through monsters and pirates thrived.<br /><br />'Shhh... lay still. I'm still here.<br />It's only the wall-clock's chime.<br />It calls out, yet we don't need to know<br />How late it is or what is the time.'<br /><br />Of all your long cherished ones<br />Which dream tonight you chose to dream?<br />...Yes tonight again my heart wonders<br />As I watch my dream fall asleep.</p>Sanket Rathodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18284435057132262733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754066347546910513.post-12420639830637321312009-09-19T14:07:00.002+10:002009-09-19T14:11:03.523+10:00Maybe..<p>Maybe it's this moment's magic<br />That makes me think of you,<br />Remember each little tiny detail<br />Of that evening I spent with you.<br /><br />Maybe it'll last a lifetime<br />This moment full of memories of you.<br />Maybe I'll pick a more picturesque evening<br />Or maybe I'll just spend one with you.</p>Sanket Rathodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18284435057132262733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754066347546910513.post-34180962931642727362009-09-11T01:03:00.002+10:002009-09-11T01:12:06.962+10:00Golden Farewell<p>It's been raining since morning. <br />But now that it's finally stopped<br />I want to go out and play. <br /><br />But it's almost night time. <br />I can see the shades of saffron<br />Turning purple, faraway. <br /><br />My heart tempts me to step out. <br />Though "There will be a tomorrow."<br />A bit sternly "they" say. <br /><br />They bid me a golden farewell, <br />These last rays of sun. <br />'Yes, today at twilight, begins my day.'</p>Sanket Rathodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18284435057132262733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754066347546910513.post-20984263588273518282009-08-29T08:07:00.001+10:002009-08-29T08:12:43.575+10:00Compose<div>Complains and quarrels I had with this world</div><div>And then you came along </div><div>Many places to go and to avoid I had</div><div>Destinations they weren't to you</div><div>Regrets and reviews I had of my life</div><div>And then I heard you sing</div><div>All ideals, morals, I'd bunched up all along</div><div>Could not compose for you</div>Sanket Rathodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18284435057132262733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754066347546910513.post-19475647643775481712009-08-19T00:41:00.000+10:002009-08-19T00:42:44.657+10:00Sharea morning that starts with your memories<br />a day that ends with wishes for your dreams<br />few moments spent with a pen and a notebook<br />to write it all down, to never forget<br />or to read it to you, whenever leisure permits<br />.........................<br />oh! what a way to share my life with you!Sanket Rathodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18284435057132262733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754066347546910513.post-5255599903320168572009-08-14T11:52:00.002+10:002009-08-14T11:56:02.417+10:00Dream Jn.I dreamt of you this morning<br />A beautiful dream it was<br />Alas, that is all I remember -<br />- A pretty etching on my mind.<br /><br />...<br /><br />The train stopped at a station<br />"I'm thirsty - should I get some water?"<br />I wondered too long and the train left.<br />I wondered, "What station was that?"Sanket Rathodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18284435057132262733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754066347546910513.post-70948727496645961232009-08-14T11:27:00.000+10:002009-08-14T11:48:26.297+10:00The PlungeA plunge in cold water.<br />Into a lake of memories.<br />Yes, that is what thinking about you feels like.<br />I hold my breath, steady myself.<br />I try not to feel cold yet, get the shivers too soon.<br />And just... plunge.<br /><br />Numerous memories engulf me.<br />Too many to remember.<br />They choke me, threaten to drown me.<br />The coldness eventually reaches and takes my heart.<br />I feel right at home.<br />Yes, I have been here before.<br /><br />I still hold my breath.<br />Float a few feet deep in water.<br />I fear I shall stay too long - and sink.<br />Well, why not?<br /><br />The curve of your hips, the rare firmness of your grip.<br />A bat of your lashes, those glaring angry flashes.<br />And when you smiled THAT smile -<br />- Yes, I shall stay in for a while.<br /><br />The water does not drown me.<br />And yet too flooded my mind is.<br />Too much even for me.<br />Too much for one plunge.<br />And I say your name out loud - <br />- As I resurface.<br /><br />A million ripples on water - <br />- Some master artwork - not disturbances.<br />This is how you take over my world.<br />With thoughts and memories.<br />With everlasting fragrances.<br />---<br />Thus it ends.<br /><br />...<br /><br />And oh! I forgot -<br />- The shivers!Sanket Rathodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18284435057132262733noreply@blogger.com0