If I could

If I could pause time to set my gaze
Upon your deep set eyes
Twinkling with a hint of mischief
A baritone coated with glaze
To all those moments of laughter and babble
To move across every genre with a dabble
Evenings carved in time
To every confabulation,no reason or rhyme
Every moment is a dewdrop on the fresh grass
Pristine with a world of its own
Colloquy flows in with coffee or kvass
The ardor flows between us like foehn
Through the travel of the seasons on the globe
The bond continues to grow like a vine
Like chocolates and caramel en robe
Submerged in a sphere of joy
I hope it is never to say goodbye
I could fix my gaze all day
Upon those deep set eyes
Those laughter covered lips
Innocuous and pure like the primeval beach 

Teardrop of life

Alone she stood across the snowy door,

A shaft of light far away,a mote

Her cup of tea was long forgotten,

A lump of anxiety  formed in her throat

Fear gripped her shaky soul

Up and down she paced in the hellhole

Her mind threw up random thoughts

They clogged and tied themselves in knots

Of despair and worry

Her heart raced up in a whirry

The jeep landed at her cursed threshold

Oh what sight did behold

The poor man lay like an animal

Lifeless and breath was minimal

His end was near

He wanted his wife to give him some cheer

After all this end was what she signed up for

This life was the one she would abhor

The man had no words to say

All his wife wanted him was to stay

The life left his wounded body

Spouse stood shaken,he was now a nobody

The life at the border was hard

To her ,the life ahead was scarred

With no one to share her laughs

Sorrow was plain as a pikestaff

To the mourning heart

What shall stop the feelings being goulart

The infant son lay whining in the crib

Oh heart how long will you mourn

Nursing this broken dream and a shattered life

To this waif a world of strife

To years and beyond the heart swells with stinging pain,

To wallow or to deign the feeling of worthlessness

To nestle in the wilderness of indifference

Or to rise to a life beyond this woe

An antidote to a glimmer of hope

Shatters when stopes of sorrow surpass the scope.