Happiness Collides. Swati.

Happiness collides,

With a little sorrow and mumbling lies.

Knew you from a time before,

Knew enough, to know you more.

You continue looking,

Straight into my eyes.

Talking in another language,

I couldn’t confide.

I still remember the softness

Of your beautiful eyes.

I miss the way you looked at me,

And how you made me smile.

All those pretty flowers,

On the day things went bad.

I also remember the day,

You left me, sad.

There’s this happiness,

And an old melancholy.

It’s like from another time,

We knew and when we met.

Formality and manners,

Greetings and words.

What have we come to-

From lovers to this?

I hug you tight,

And you hold me close.

We don’t talk of the past,

Just smile at us.

I still feel the fireworks,

The little, that are left.

I still feel the happiness,

And the sorrow, that we fell.

I cannot understand what this is,

What this meeting meant.

I have nothing bad to swear,

Only good feelings to bear.

So, one thing went wrong,

And it was a big blunder.

But, what we had,

I’d cherish forever.

Swati Jain

September 12, 2013

Joy

Drizzling little joy,

In another corner, little end.

The impending dark cloud,

Will move away.

Little rain, if falls,

Will make you happy, just stay.

And if it’s the dawn you wait for,

It will break through the sky

Bringing some hope

Some light, some life.

Water your lilies,

Peonies and orchids.

Tie them in a neat bunch,

And send it to my address.

The dew of the rain,

On those freshly plucked flowers,

The smell that they carry,

And their magical powers.

Aim for your wishes,

But do something, too.

Come up with hopes,

That won’t come true.

Smile at the disappointment,

If things don’t fall through.

Don’t get disheartened,

The rainbow’s coming soon.

Smile and open that book of joy again,

There’s another story,

A new happy end.

Just the turn the page,

And change the tune to another one.

Swati Jain

September 12, 2013

September Agonies. Swati

As the days towards September come closer,

The beats of my heart start to ache.

They pick me up slowly,

And take me to flashback,

Of four years ago.

They ride me slowly,

Wishing I could go back,

Back to the world,

Where, I still had you.

Not all fell apart,

Yet, nothing is quite the same.

Your absence has left me stranded,

Yet, I am glad your torment ended.

Back to those days,

Where you would slowly pat my head,

Where the place you lived in exist.

Back to the world,

Where, I still had you.

I am reminded and scared,

Pains to know,

You are not coming back.

How do I see you?

How do I talk?

How do I know, you hear me?

Tell me how do I get-

Back to the world,

Where, I had you with me.

Swati Jain

September 1, 2013