Ah.. !! Be My Valentine..

The times when we were kids
love was a thing very new,
we ceded our golden hearts
to the ones we barely knew.

Pious was that thing called love
made everybody smile in my class,
those beautiful lovely words we said
were certainly adoring to pass.

Memories of those innocent days
when life only meant to be fine,
when none balked to love
who cared about the word, valentine.

On this day with complications around
proposing with candies and flowers,
for instant happiness that worked
but also thank them for the many hours.

Simple as said the warmth is love
put your arms around and hold tight,
there is no need for words to be said
make them feel at heart, all is right.

To the one who can make me skip a beat
I am waiting with a smile, be mine,
it will be worth every a mile
just come round be My Valentine.

PS - its just a poem and not really about Amit Mohanty.. :)

The SandGlass - Sands Of Time

An antiquate from the olden days
I could see one at the tables edge,
breathtaking was its size zero neck
challenging an engineers knowledge.

Hiding behind the dust was this beauty
made of glass that gleamed and shined,
the crystals of grain grazed my eyes
the sight was such that made me blind.

Tilting the glass the grains flew as birds’
rushing down were the sands in the glass,
sands of time was all that I recalled
with the grains the time too did pass.

The time passed as the sands dwindled
teaching me, the lost time will be no more,
for the times lost cannot be retrieved back
as they are long lost behind locked doors.

To defy logic, I tilt the glass again
just to see the grains lively dances,
I learnt you cannot get whats lost
but life does offer second chances.