A Craving Heart

My days without you were so brown,

It made me sad, low, and down;

I felt the chillness from top to down,

The true me, was already gone.

The happiness in seeing you,

The joyousness in feeling you,

The moments cherished with you,

Were long gone; as I still miss you

Long are the days without you,

Sad is me, without you;

Unhappy in my heart, and my day blue,

All would turn around when I hear ‘I love you’

My heart craves to speak out,

My tears go on drought,

For the happiness of you in me;

Is even greater than that, which others see

I sill wait with a craving heart,

In wholeness and not just a part,

I just wait for another chance,

To start back from the start

-Vinod Shemron

Pre-Proposal Anxiety

What is it that is stopping me?

The confusions that lie within me;

Would you love a person like me?

Would you accept my love for you?

There are many more questions that tangle my thought

Not allowing my mind to, the confusion-sort;

The way you see me, rekindles the love in me,

You for me, are more beautiful than that others see,

It is not the outer but the inner you, I see,

How I wish to express my love so free;

I am filled with joy and my face with glee,

Oh I see!

So this is what people call, a pre-proposal anxiety.

Over and over again, I fall for you,

Desperately dying to say I love you;

This excitement that fills my heart,

Tears my mind’s confusions apart;

Oh yea, I am in love,

Yes, me, it crazily drove;

It pushes me to propose my love to you,

And express my inner-most love for you,

Will you accept my love and allow me to journey with you?

-Vinod Shemron

Celebrating Love

My love:

You are so beautiful to my eye,

The sight of you makes my heart go, oh my!

My love for you does go higher than the sky,

This love for you makes me leap with joy,

And make my heart, smilingly cry;

Your eyes are like bloomed Marie-gold,

Oh the sight, to which my love, I was sold,

The kiss of your lip, it makes me strip,

All that is ill in our relationship;

Your tender cheeks, make me speak,

And your love for me makes me meek,

Your slender neck and your bosom sweet,

Ignites my senses and my body’s heat;

Your curvy hip, on which my hands slip,

Kindles the lust, as I on you creep,

Oh my love, as I go deep,

It makes me go mad, and my senses sweep;

In you my love as I penetrate,

There is nothing that can us separate,

As a life in you begins to mediate,

Between our worlds, where we love-celebrate

-Vinod Shemron

Not a Knot to Knot

Around your neck is tied a thali,

Which we may think is dominating and silly;

Bu it’s actual meaning differs,

For an unconditional love it refers.

The two ends do not symbolize the tangling,

Nor the confinement around your neck and your life dangling;

It is not a knot to knot,

But a knot that we both are caught;

Caught, not to get out,

But to allow our love sprout;

May our love always, remain cute,

As the envying minds go acute,

Our families come together as one,

To harmonize in God’s most beautiful tone;

Let us together:

Live a life in love and in strife,

For the others as husband and wife;

But for us as independent lovers,

Living in our heart-made bowers;

With a heart filled with love,

Sent as a gift from God above,

Making ‘you and I,’ we,

In God now and forever be…

-Vinod Shemron

A Covenant That We Sought

I look into your eyes my love,

As everything seems low, as I fly above;

The love for you that can only be felt,

Hard to believe how me, it dealt.

Sweet spoken words from you rosy lip,

That travels through in our relationship,

These words that matter so much to us,

Helps and pushes and tries to pull out all fuss.

I would love to hold your hand and walk,

With the admiration and acceptance with loads to talk,

Never let others to, you and me, mock;

C’mon honey, lets pull up our sock.

I will be there for you no matter what,

The love in me, you it bought.

To make a covenant, that we always sought ,

Here we are in a love-melting pot.

God has a plan for showing me, you,

To live together and that’s not a stew,

To live a life so old, yet so new,

Let the love within us, everyday renew.

-Vinod Shemron