Tear Drops

To my heart,

You’re still very near,

But I again start to cry,

Because your voice I could no longer hear;

It was simply love,

That has ripped off my vein,

But whenever I see you,

I somehow become insane;

I never stopped loving you,

And never ever will,

And whenever you are in problem,

Beside you, I would stand still;

In my heart,

You would always stay,

And if you’re kind enough,

My dept of Love you would pay;

Whenever I see you,

My heart fills with joy,

And to get you back in my arms,

A Romantic mission I would deploy;

The doors of my heart,

Will always be open for you,

Please come back in my arms,

When the sky is still blue;

In the darkness of night I cry,

Making my pillow wet,

Thinking that if we couldn’t be together,

We should have never met;

When I die and leave you,

Please don’t think of me and hurt your brain,

Because I’ll be with you forever,

And fall on your cheek as rain;

- Parth Bhatia

I'm Still Here..

By Poet Parth Bhatia

I don’t accept that you hate me,
Because I am stubborn,
And I still keep looking at the closed door,
Hoping for you to return;
In my dreams I see,
That with my heart you play,
And dreaming of you I would die,
Because I want someone there to forever stay;
When you go far and leave me,
I long for your essence,
And only thing that’s keeping me alive,
Is the desire of your romantic presence;
From my loving
Heart please don’t ever go,
And to get you in my arms,
In front of God I would bow;
For you I would happily face,
The dangerous Devil of Death,
And I promise that I’ll love you,
Till my last breath;
When I was thinking of you,
From my eyes tears rolled,
And till the end of time,
Your memories I would behold;
I beg and pray to you,
That please don’t ever leave,
I always say “I love you”,
But I don’t think you believe;
When the sky you’ll explore,
You’ll find me as a star,
But I promise I’ll never leave you,
And not go any far..

The Pixels of Love

By Poet Parth Bhatia
The Pixels of Love fall from my eyes,
Just like a drop of tear,
And I keep saying that I love you,
But I don’t think you hear;
Being in love with you,
Makes my Heart suffer from strain,
Because all my love for you,
Has now gone in vain;
Just say that you love me,
Even if it’s not true,
But you never loved me,
And with someone else you flew;
In front of you,
I would always flatter,
And it’s now causing,
My heart to shatter;
You are beautiful,
More than a fashion star,
And my everlasting love for you,
Can’t be proven by a Rose flower;
It’s the happiness of your presence,
That’s keeping me alive,
But from this heartbreak,
I could never revive;
Doubt is a luxury,
That she now can’t afford,
Because she was the girl,
Whom I always adored;
It were the Pixels of Love,
That filled colour in my life,
But you did not trust me,
And slit my Heart with a knife..

The Victim of Love : A Poem Deep From The Heart

By Poet Parth Bhatia
Time will eventually fly,
People will inevitably die,
Memories will be forgotten,
And so will be I,
But I still promise my dear,
That I’ll never make her cry;
A million words won’t make her love me,
I know because I’ve tried,
A million tears won’t make her miss me,
I know because I’ve cried;
My crying soul she did not see,
And my eternal feelings she did not understand,
But I still hope that she’ll come back to me,
I still hope that she will come back and hold my hand;
Maybe someday she’d realize,
That my love for her is true,
Maybe someday she’d realize,
That her heart loved me too;
Her beauty lies in her splendid smile,
Her beauty lies in her ecstatic eyes,
And to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face,
My loving soul daily dies;
True love gives you golden memories,
No one can ever steal,
Lost love leaves you with heart deep wounds,
No one can ever heal;
From the cunning trap in her beauty’s labyrinth,
My loving, fragile heart would never be freed,
Because it’s not her mesmerizing kisses that I yearn for,
But it’s her charming whisper that my ears need;
From the dirty river of lust I stay away,
And in the refreshing air of true love I breathe,
Because it’s not her flawless body that I yearn for,
But it’s a glimpse of her beautiful face that I need;
The influx of nostalgia for the time I spent with her,
Would rupture my veins and make my heart bleed,
Because it’s not her romantic aura that I yearn for,
But it’s a single drop of her eternal love that I need;
When the epoch of my last days would take place,
And on the inevitable death bed I would lie,
I would exclaim that my last wish would still be,
To be in her arms, and happily die...