A Promise

 
 
Amidst the bustling crowd and endless queue,
I’ll be somewhere there, gazing at you,
Though I may forget to say a simple Hi !!
Whenever you call, I’ll be standing by.
 

 

Perhaps I’ll choose the wrong gift or hue,
But my cooking will always have a flavour true,
If I ever cause you anger or sorrow,
I’ll make it right and bring joy to follow.
 

 

So don’t fret, and don’t you fear,
I’ll always be there, ever so near,
To lift your spirit and dry your tears,
And bring you happiness that never disappears.
GS

Where Silence Meets it’s Secrets

 
 
Your beauty, like a precious gem,
Radiates perfection, a priceless emblem.
Let’s meet and see what we can find,
I’m certain you’re one of a kind,
 

 

You’re like a Portal, so composed and strong,
Where secrets and silence dance along.
You are so perfect; why I sense a hidden fear,
Of making a mistake and shedding a tear.
 

 

I, too, stumble and fall along the way,
For perfection’s pursuit is an endless relay.
Leave behind the past and all its pain,
Let’s make a bond that’s pure and plain.
GS
 
 

 

Echoes of Ambition

 
 
The pursuit of success, a siren’s call,
That lures us in and takes it all.
Our dreams, our hopes, our very soul,
All sacrificed to achieve our goals.
 

 

The road to triumph, a lonely path to take,
Full of twists and turns, that leave us awake.
Each step forward, a sacrifice to make,
For every victory, another bond to break.
The pursuit of success, a tricky game,
Where winning and losing seem the same.

 

GS

Mom Serve Memory in Plate

 

 

Over the table, last dinner that night,
Mother’s presence, a warm and comforting sight.
The smell of her cooking, so relaxed and sweet,
Filled our hearts with joy, a toddlers treat.
 

 

As we sat down to eat, I looked at her face,
A smile so kind, and full of grace.
But there was sadness hidden deep inside,
A hint of tears that she tried to hide.
 
 

 

Her food was so delicious and rare,
I wished that we could just freeze time right there.
But every passing moment felt like goodbye,
A feeling so deep, I couldn’t deny.
GS

Dreams are the compass, and sacrifice is the map

 

 

Dream, a paradoxical game,
Two worlds collide, never quite the same,
The heart pulled in opposite directions,
Yearning for both, but unable to make a selection.

 

One dream promises a life of success,
The other offers love and happiness,
A choice must be made, a path to be taken,
A sacrifice that leaves the heart shaken.

 

The mind struggles to find a way out,
Torn between the familiar and the doubt,
One dream seems safer, the other more daring,
A choice must be made, but which one is caring?

 

The heart aches for the dream left behind,
Regret and longing, always on the mind,
The other dream, now a reality,
But at what cost, what is the casualty?
GS

Eternal Echoes of Time

 

I like to spend time with old souls, you see,
They don’t have a future, it’s true as can be,
But they’ve mastered the art of just being, like the sea.

 

In their presence, I find stories of days long past,
Whispers of history that will forever last.
They’ve faced sorrows, trials, and fears,
Yet their smiles echo joy, wisdom, and years.

 

In their laughter, I hear the echoes of time,
Lessons in every wrinkle, every line,
They’ve danced in the sunlight, weathered the storm,
Their hearts full of memories, soft and warm.

 

They’ve seen countless sunsets, watched stars fill the night,
Grasped the true meaning of darkness and light.
No rush for tomorrow, no worry for when,
They’ve found peace in this moment, in now, and again.

 

In their presence, Past meets the present.
GS

Whispers

 

Harmony of Heart

 

In the quiet moments, where silence is gold,
Through the corridors of feelings untold,
A story unfolds, a tale to be told.
It’s a promise that stays, a hand to hold,

 

 
In the stillness, emotions take flight,
Soft murmurs painting the canvas of night.
Secrets shared in the language of sighs,
As the moon watches with understanding eyes.

 

 
A gentle breeze, whispers through trees,
A serenade carried on the evening breeze.
It is a language, unspoken yet heard,
A lyrical sonnet, each unspoken word.
 

 

In simplicity, emotions find their art.
Painting a portrait with whispers of the heart.

 

GS

Time

 

The Loyal Companion and Unforgiving Truth

 

Wheel of time unfolds its tale,
A constant faith, an endless trail.
It comes and goes, like a rolling train,
Wet ourselves in bliss or pain.
 
Who succeeds over time’s gentle stream,
And who surrenders to its silent dream?
For whom does time linger and fine,
Claiming moments that, “You’re mine”?
 
Time is alone, no partner in ride,
No weakness, no root to hide.
Flow with time, grow your frame,
Accept sacrifices, understand its flame.
 
If you turn back, lose your way in the past,
If you come back, the future door is cast.
Time is bound, its pain I’ve known,
Seeking a companion, a path to be shown.
 
                                                                      GS

A Silent Bond

 
It starts with a promise,
Becomes deeper with silence,
Getting stronger by sacrifices,
Get purified by regret.
 
It blooms in the serene we share,
In the depths of feeling, nothing can compare.
Whispers weave promises tight,
Our bond deepens in silent night’s.
 
In the darkness, I stay quiet,
Keep you hidden, from others sight.
In the shadow,  evil may rise,
A heartless devil, with haunting cries.
 
                                                                      GS

I am waiting …

 

I stand here waiting for a train,
Weather changes from thunder to rain
It leads to a place, untouched by need,
Where hearts are free, where souls are freed.
 
A land beyond all negotiation,
Winning happens without scarification.
No games of loss, no race for gain
I stand here waiting for a train
Weather changes from thunder to rain.
 
The train takes me to my old home,
Whose walls protect me from every storm.
Where I feel the quiet in my veins,
I stand here waiting for the train,
Weather changes from thunder to rain.
 
My friend is waiting, the train takes me there,
I want to see; he says, he lost so much of hair.
I wonder, when I see him, what to say,
Perhaps in silence, emotion finds its way.
 
Each drop, a whisper, as the moments blend,
Toward destination, where the heart may mend.
I stand here waiting for the train,
Weather changes from thunder to rain.
GS