On Friendship Day

Do you know how the most beautiful poetry is written ?
It's written by looking at you
Not the sky or the earth
Or a mother giving birth
Or the sound of the seas
Or the chandelier ringing with the breeze
It's not love or hate
Or emotions that separate
Not the omens and signs
Or good lord,oh divine

But my breath halts
When I hear your voice

Which sounds like the temple bells
And the melodies from the heaven dwells
Which feels like an amalgamation
Of the natural world and the nations

It is unique each and everyday
And I long to see you
For all the small talks or stories you say
Are just as good as looking at you

So now I know how the most beautiful poetry is written
It is written by looking at you,
 my friend,
dear friend.

Fantasies

I want to write about wonderlands and fancy fantasies
But those things don't click
And words don't rhyme
I want to be a professional poet
A weekly writer in some newly introduced newsletter
Who uses clever phrases and all literary devices
Who's punctuations are correct and spellings perfect
Who knows not the bounds of language and words
But the depth in every sentence she writes
I know I'm ambitious
I know I can do it sometime
I know I will be someone with a mug of hot chocolate because coffee is not my type
Who lies around in hammocks all day in pajamas with a book in her hand and maybe specs perching on her nose too.
But I will also be the one who knows that every line I say or write has a magic only when
The sounds resonate the real meaning
And every mind understands the essence of it
Not when critics applause me for my work and Its printed in various magazines.
Anyone can understand words but if you can understand the meaning, I believe I am succeeding towards success.
So now, although you haven't realized I wrote about one such fantasy, Id like you to know
That I write no Shakespeare
But what I do write is an expression a simple formulation of my thoughts to your understanding.