Her Tears

Amidst the gentle breeze,
She stands in solitude
Gazing at the stars above her
In silent wonder and hope.

Her purpose lost in silence,
She awaits no fate to come.
A mere thought would bring to her
What a lifetime could not.

She believes not in reason,
Gives in not to mortal fears,
But feels mortal sorrow within,
nd drowns the world in her tears.

Her heart seeks no justice
That awaits her wizened smile.
A smile not witnessed
By mortal eyes before.

Her eyes, the only windows
Into her pure, troubled soul.
A soul that longs for salvation
That would never be found.

And She shall not find love
As the eternal end nears,
And so hides the smile that never was,
To drown the world in her tears.

By,
Nikhil Menon

Pass Her By

They cared not for the sullen smile
That nestled on her ashen face.
They cared not for the tears
That trickled down her cheek.
They didn't care enough to try,
They merely passed her by.

Her eyes glazed over by reality,
That restores no hope she needs.
Her dreams now one with the stars,
As dreams that would never be.
To believe would be to lie,
For her dreams have passed her by.

Her memories of spring elusive,
As it loses its relevance.
Gone are her visions of the
Winter December used to bring.
Forgotten are the clear skies of July,
As time has passed her by.

Her only friends in loneliness
Are visions of illusory times,
That she welcomes dearly.
I would strive to, but I cannot
Give her my love for it is I,
That can only pass her by.

By,
Nikhil Menon

Here With Me

I could walk for miles,
Alone but all the while,
Dreaming of your smile,
That divine would always be,
My angel here with me.

I could shed your tears,
Cower from all your fears,
Endure the end that nears,
For all I'll ever see is
My angel here with me.

I could say a prayer,
And ask for you to care,
And to always be there
In times of need for me,
My angel here with me.

I could talk to stars,
Whose light shines on the scars
That memories have hid for hours.
I would find solace in thee,
My angel here with me.

And we could fly above
This night and its velvet glove.
For there is no point in love,
No reason left to be,
Save, My angel here with me.

By,
Nikhil Menon

Her Eyes

Visions of a world,
Far from the one
I live in and now despise,
Greet my mind
In solitary hues,
When I look into her eyes.

My thoughts profound
In my mind as I
Seem to witness this age's demise.
Emotions awakened,
And glory found
When I look into her eyes.

Simplicity the key
To my understanding
Of the moment existence is summarized.
My thoughts are useless,
As I am lost,
When I look into her eyes.

Reasons benign in
This moment because,
I know no truth and no lies.
Forsake all answers
For I find them all,
When I look into her eyes.

By,
Nikhil Menon

Immortal Beauty

My inspiration renewed;
My thoughts rekindled;
My dreams realized in time.
My hopes redefined;
My emotions awakened,
In that one moment sublime.

When the skies behind her,
Greyed with magnificence,
In light of an impending storm.
Striking fear in mortal hearts,
Intrigue in mortal minds,
As divinity, before me, takes mortal form.

The wind in its might,
Overwhelming the plains,
In a display of power and grace,
Challenging existence
As it blew across.
Her hair, an auburn stream across her face.

Her memory, like a vision,
Vivid in colour and life,
As she was one with the world in exile.
Beauty epitomised;
She was mortal until
I saw all that is divine in her smile.

By,
Nikhil Menon

The Ordinary Girl

This is the first poem I've written that doesn't rhyme anywhere except the last stanza.

She would be the ordinary girl,
Who sits by the rivers edge.
A quiet smile on her petalled face,
As her feet lay partially submerged.

She would be the ordinary girl,
Who giggles at the nuances of life.
Her mind not bound by reason;
Her thoughts her own to keep.

She would be the ordinary girl,
Gazing out the window in solitude.
Contemplating some hidden sorrow,
As her eyes shed unseen tears.

She would be the ordinary girl,
Who treasures all that can ever be.
Ordinary to most who pass her by,
But everything divine to me.

By,
Nikhil Menon

My Angel

A simple reason
Forsakes my truth.
Is this hope my bane?
Forgotten in dreams,
Remembered in life,
Would I ever feel again?

These thoughts: Impulsive.
This feeling: Rapt.
My senses, lost in an illusion.
My memories lost;
My mind at rest;
Amidst this torrid confusion.

My own dreams found
In a moment's span,
As I feel a part of me change.
How could someone human,
Seem so divine,
And render my own person strange?

Perception altered,
I find my solace,
In thoughts my reasons betray.
Lost in my mind,
Amidst her memories,
I find all my hope is astray.

She is no angel,
To the sky above,
But is everything divine to me.
Beauty personified,
In body and mind,
She is more than I could ever be.

I would cherish these
Thoughts for times to come,
But thoughts are mere fragments alone.
I would strive to be
Worthy of her grace.
My love, my angel unknown.

By,
Nikhil Menon