Thursday, December 4, 2008
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FLAWLESS
Down in the lake beside,
the moon on a moonless night,
its beauty when magnifies,
"its flawless" the lady cries
the broken barren mirror,
can only hide her horror,
to see the self selflessly.
She praises herself endlessly!
the beauty was hers she thought,
the truth was waste to sought,
the devil her lover had brought,
died when with beauty she fought...
Broke the love with the blow,
her feelings flew as did she throw,
a tear that trickled down though,
cried in pain "Stop, oh....!"
As the burning drops did melt,
her heavy heart had once felt,
the love for lover, the love for beauty,
and stopped her carving to feel pretty...
the charm, charisma, cheer,
were lost in the fact's fear.
The beauty was never flawless,
but beauty SHE had was timeless...
The moon's sheen shown,
whom the clouds did own,
and fairer seemed each spot,
as the eyes were now of the heart...!
the drying, dying flame of love,
got a life... all above,
the feelings she had...now true,
the truth is beauty...its true!!!
the mirror her lover did mend,
her sould SHE had to bend,
to see the love on his part,
feel the flawless beauty of her heart!!!
Posted by Gurmeet Singh at 7:59 PM 1 comments
Labels: beauty, flawless, love, realization
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Broken peices hurt...
Broken, shattered, spread all over...
walk over them only to get a bruise...
pick one up and see the reflection...
see yourself in own shoes...
the long lonely nights alone,
no shoulder to shoulder my pain...
the ever long lonely nights,
alone, i feel insane...
trickles down a little,
as u settle in my heart.
your eyes looking into mine,
and saying we're going apart...
down flows the red river,
as do i wipe and weep,
my eyes pleading politely,
my memories in your heart, do keep...
the cut deepens and deepens,
till u get up and wake,
there was, is no one around you...
it is the reality, u have to take..!
Posted by Gurmeet Singh at 10:51 AM 2 comments
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Make Me Free
Long for your love, was I longing;
In the creation, I'm alone, your belonging;
Never did a drop fall down;
In the prickly wires, my soul was bound...
Life with me, like all, has flirted;
My heart, is a desert, deserted;
Waiting to welcome a true Friend;
Who said He is mine, since the 'end'!
Pick me, O Dear, and take me away;
Enough of pretending is done in this play;
You are my Man, my Master, my Mate,
my Friend, my Foe, my Father, my Fate!
Long nights, did i live alone;
Waiting for a message to me to be shown;
Cried my heart, my self, my soul,
To get the acceptance as Your own!
A dream dreamt by me, I dreamt;
And in that dream, to the Heaven, I went;
You gave me your Blessing,
Your Love You showered upon me;
And a dreamy promise, to one day,
In reality, forever, MAKE ME FREE !
Posted by Gurmeet Singh at 10:38 PM 5 comments
Monday, June 2, 2008
Two Friends
Two friends
Closed in the closets
For many a years,
Fearing the fantasies
And living the fears,
Taking two pills
Day and night,
To stop the pain
And look alright.
But neither does wall
Nor the windows,
Come and help
The unmarried widows...
One for the pain
Of the bloody friend,
Who stabs each moment
Since the end…
Other for the pain
Of the widow’s white,
Who go to the heaven
Alone in the light…
Both are lonely…
To mention only.
The suffering unmeasured
Is what they treasured…
Behind the bars
The two are trapped,
First for loving
Whom the second kidnapped.
Loving someone
Was never a crime…
If only
Their hearts did rhyme.
Why then the red one
Has no hearing?
Why isn’t his life
Accepted for sharing?
The desolate heart
Heartlessly shattered,
Endlessly ending
His love once flattered.
The mighty soul
With courage not dead,
Looks upon the heart
With mercy not fled.
The red river besides,
From the eyes of a friend,
Couldn’t stop the other
To come and mend…
One dark night
The soul took over,
The heart went underground…
Lower and lower….
The calm white one,
As he appears on surface,
Deep down has a heart
Burning in the furnace.
Heart keeps blowing
The soul yet smiles,
But the pain of the soul
Can’t be seen in my eyes…
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