A small note

Understand that every passing day,
I feel a surge in the wish to meet;
Until now who was an amazing person,
I figured, changed into my heart beat.

– Siddarth

About me. And you.

There is this thing about life,
I wanted to share with you.

In the presence of those beautiful eyes,
I can’t stray away from your soul.

Within the shield of your calming vibe,
I feel I can conquer everyone around.

With the presence of your sweet voice,
I feel as if I am cloud 9 bound.

So be mine, because you make me drive,
And fill the world with our sound.

Unconditional.

The night sky makes the stars shine,
And yet the real reason is the sun;
Similarly, joy, sad and pain make life,
But the real reason to survive is one.
You.

– Siddarth

A way.

If there was a way,
To hug you so tightly,
With a genuine heart,
And kiss your head lightly.

If there was a way,
To ask you out politely,
As my chest tightened,
While I waited a reply wisely.

If… there was a way,
To look at you nightly,
Calming the storm inside,
Because you make me lively.

If there was a way,
To do all of that timely,
And win your heart,
That’s what I want, precisely.

– Siddarth

You. An art.

If they could just show appreciation,
From the depth of their heart;
For the things that are done,
Rather than blaming for being apart;
And focus on understanding the other,
Hitting the right notes from the start;
That would be a wonderful thing,
And the actual partner’s part;
Because ..at the end of the day,
You. This moment. That smile is an art.

– Siddarth

Late night thoughts 🤔

Water?

The Night.

This night, it’s just beautiful,
Filled with all the silence;
You hear the sound of heartbeat,
Or the rattle of your soul’s fence.

You pour out your thoughts,
Examine your days content;
What was right or what went wrong,
Pushing hard to earn each cent.

And then nights are full of emotions,
A moment to talk to someone you like;
Because at this time all you hear,
Is the genuine words, not a disguise.

Often, people stay up to wish others,
Whether it’s a birthday or anniversary;
Or even the beginning of a new year,
Or ‘Incidents’ when people end up married.

Some use the night to study, or work,
These are the ones that try harder;
The ones who want to change the world,
And dream about that successful startup.

While there are some who just sleep,
Exhausted from their day’s chores;
They look for the opportunity to lay in bed,
And forget the
numerous daytime lores.

But night is young as well,
For people who want it to be;
Or they binge watch that series,
Netflix and chill is better for me.

Yet, night is full of darkness,
Often portrayed by scaring scenes;
Because anything can happen then,
Incidents caused when you are too keen.

This, and so much more is the night,
Coming and going every single day;
So which night was it for you yesterday?
And which one are you wishing for today?
😉

– Siddarth

Change

Everyone I see has a story,
Whether big ones or small;
Some are lost in the way of life,
And some enjoy with us all.

So I met a person, who is the latter,
While I live being the former;
A person who enjoys helping,
And one who speaks up for the right.

I would rather stay away from this,
People are an annoyance, fake shine;
But when you look at this person,
You can’t stop changing this time.

Someone who gives, and donates,
Tries his best to work all year round;
Yet more interested he is to share,
All the rewards with people around.

I wonder if that’s how it is,
Is it something I can easily do;
Because the smiles and wishes,
Always multiplies happiness by two.

Thinking this, and much more,
A little lost though with a goal;
I go around all the time, and,
Write the perfect poem for my soul.

Hesitant steps.

It’s distributed in levels,
The love I have for you;
Hesitant to take every step,
Is the next one already due?

What if I take the next step,
But all there is just darkness;
Will you be the light to guide me,
Or leave me longing for some brightness?

I really want to climb further,
If you would allow me to;
Else there is nothing I can do,
Please just give me a clue?

I think we can continue on,
Without thinking about the future;
Just live the present and move,
Wait, I shouldn’t care if I am the suitor?

Perhaps the time will come,
The truth will, slowly, show;
If the path is made of roses,
Or this will be another blow.

Thoughts.

Whether it’s our parents, or the friends,
We hardly show gratitude for what they do;
And yet everytime a stranger helps us,
We smile at them and say ‘Thank you’?

Perhaps even I am such a person,
And maybe, even you are too;
What we could do is support each other,
Living alone can only be done by few.

Then again, stranger things have happened,
At times like these, even more so;
When people are isolated even from family,
Or they hide away, seeing others as a foe?

Indeed, it is a tolerant world out there,
Running around, trying harder for money;
Which is good, everyone has preferences,
But who do you live for, this or your honey?

We fear the stumbling of economy,
Rather than the number of people lost;
What exactly are we going to achieve,
If the person whom we started for, goes.

– Sid