Taruna Ghera

Come to me if you ever feel alone, Or I'll come to you, wherever we've flown. For love is not a path only you can pursue, If you let me, darling, I'll show a vivid hue. To cherish you, as you, was effortlessly done, You stand out amongst them, second to none. They came crying for my attention and love, While I was busy loving you, lifting you above. "Would you still love me at my worst?" "Love you at your worst", always comes first. To love you through your brightest days and dark, Not every love must bear a painful mark. Loving you ran through my veins like a river, Of boundless love and mysteries yet to deliver. Being with you felt like a home in human form, Where echoes of two hearts make this place warm. Warm like your breath on a winter's Sunday, That feels comfortable in the way you say, That I'm all yours and you're all mine, Like roots in earth, our souls intertwine. Your love is something that makes me believe, Why I’ve always worn m...

So many faces, so many minds, Yet none with whom my soul entwines. Perhaps it is you—the one I may call mine, Or should I wait for the stars to realign? But never have I met a mind so rare, A smile so tender, a gaze so debonair. Should I silence this ache before it begins, Or surrender once more to love’s cruel whims? Older I am, if only by years, Yet time bows not to age, nor to fears. We stand not where spring's blossoms unfurl, And I do not wish to claim or be claimed, my girl. Meeting him felt like a whisper of fate, A love from before—patient, innate. Since that moment, his shadow lingers, Perhaps I am bound by karma’s fingers. And here I write of you and me, Not as Donne’s Flea, nor love's decree. I seek no pretense, no grand display, But a verse to echo Rumi’s way. As now I feel a sudden shift in the weather, Happy is the moment when we sit together, With two forms, two faces, yet one soul, you and I. Your talks and laughs sound like a lullaby. - Taruna Ghera.

When the eyes meet across the room, It all feels like spring and flowers bloom. Is this what they mean by butterflies? Loving someone comes with a huge price.   Being unaware of God's plans, Not once did I pray with joined hands. Maybe that's why I am here crying in my room, Spring never came, and the flowers didn't bloom.   Perhaps it was more than just our fate, Perhaps I was nothing more than bait. Or perhaps, in love, heartbreak is the price. For you needed more, and I couldn't suffice.   So, here I am writing about us, smiling, While the endless memories started dialing, The moments we've had, once, together, Loving you in silence was lighter than a feather.   Now you're just a shadow of time long gone, Yet, like dusk, I'll recall you with every dawn, And when at night I miss you and those lullabies, My face has a smile, but my heart always cries.   Maybe someday my mind will let this all go, When my heart smiles, my face might cry though, Of the heartb...