You do all the talking

a poem by R.A. Jacob

 You do all the talking,

With your beautiful eyes,

I tell you a heartfelt truth,

Don't consider them utter lies.

Your silence speaks louder,

Louder than words,

Louder and clearer,

As it can be heard.

Walks she, on a path unknown

 Walks she, on a path unknown,

Yet holds beauty untold,

A power lays hidden in her.

That captivates my life and soul.

Queen of beauty empress of heart

I am thy victim, you are my power,

Enslaved by thy beauty,

Enchanted by thy power.

Bound forever, never to part,

You may not, know it, 

Yet, I am overpowered,

Bounded, captive, by thy power.

Note: The first five lines of this poem are from my very first poem. A poem that made me realize that I can write.

What do your closed eyes indicate

 What do your closed eyes indicate,

Is it an act to meditate, or captivate,

May it be any of the two,

I find the latter greater and true.

Open not your eyes oh fragrance true,

Or how shall I look at you, and

Let these lashes on lashes remain,

For till then, I can at the gaze.

I know my love,

You know I gaze,

Though your eyes are closed,

Yet your cheeks indicate.

Note: I wrote this poem when saw her sitting in a DTC bus

Sweetheart, you are like water,

 Sweetheart, you are like water,

Present everywhere on this plain,

Abundant and always present,

Always quenching thirst so great.

Who can live on nectar or wine,

For me just water is fine,

Who's drinking is intoxicating as wine,

Whose words are nectar refined?

I wonder if you'll ever know

I wonder if you'll ever know,
That you are the throb of my heart,
Yet It won't ever change,
My feeling for you sweetheart.

You may live in your constructs,
You may feel what you wish,
Yet It won't change realities,
You will remain, my bliss.

Though you will fail to understand,
So what, I still shall love,
For truly speaking,
I have no options, but one.

You will continue to be with me,
I will continue to be your love,
In love, there is  neither an option,
Nor can I find a better dove.

Dame, don't ever be doubtful,
Dame, understand my love,
Dame, you are important,
Dame, you are my love.

New year

 I couldn't greet her,

New year this time,

And the joy of the year,

Couldn't ever be mine.

Now that I meet her,

I am bound to be late,

Yet I can't wait,

For the year to pass.

Though the new year is past

Yet not for me

Changing calendars

Won't ever do

It's my prayer Almighty,

That we two may meet,

That I may greet her,

And my new year meet

No, she must have been an angel

 No, she must have been an angel,

Such beauty is hard to find,

You bet I am not joking,

I am captivated by my find.

Some facts cannot be believed,

Some facts should not be shared,

Her face I found so beautiful,

I just stared and stared.

My pen has found its muse,

What more should I write,

I can just sum up,

Bold, beautiful, and bright.

The face has the brightness of the sun,

Locks the darkness of night,

Beauty so perfect,

I think it's perfection defined.

You are still the same, beautiful

 You are still the same, beautiful,

I am still the same, coward,

Never had the courage then,

Nor do I have any words.

Yet you still have the power,

Power to inspire my pen,

You will remain my inspiration,

Be it now or then.

When will I gather courage,

To speak out my heart,

Maybe it will remain buried,

In this work of art.

Jacob

 My love for you is still the same,

Hot as a burning fire,

Passion still at its peak,

As is my desire.

You are the thirst,

You are, the fire,

You are, still the same,

You are my heart's desire.

Maybe, that's love

I think it's an unquenchable fire,

I know, it will always remain,

For it is called desire.

Reginald Ajay Jacob

Tell me if you are an angel

2 My Train is running at its fastest

Tell me how may I forget you.

Where are you my heart? a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Where are you my heart

 a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Where are you my heart?

Without you, I am just a part,

Come in the door is open,

Come in my dear sweetheart.

I am waiting for thee,

Seeking with all my heart,

The essence of life that I have known,

The essence of my heart.

Every day has so many hours,

Every hour you know is long,

Where are you, my sweetheart?

The essence of all my songs.

I tell you this parting was good,

I could realize how much I love,

The sweetest person whom I know,

Are you, my turtle dove.

I wish I could jump and reach,

Be near you never to part,

I tell you my dear reality,

You are the throb of my heart

.

Note: This poem was written for Nalini my wife as she had gone to stay with her parents

He made two types of people

He made two types of people,

Some were made, in his workshop,

Others by his blessed hands,

You were certainly created by his superb hands.

Beauty so perfect, Brighter than the moon,

Perfection that, Perfection defines,

In your beauty, I see the touch of the divine,

You are the best of wine.

Yet he loves all his creation,

Always forever for sure,

Not a finger can I ever raise,

For his Love is surely pure

Desire ( My love for you is still the same), a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Desire ( My love for you is still the same)

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

My love for you is still the same,

Hot as a burning fire,

Passion still at its peak,

As is my desire.

You are the thirst,

You are, the fire,

You are, still the same,

You are my heart's desire.

Maybe, that's love

I think it's an unquenchable fire,

I know, it will always remain,

For it is called desire.

Reginald Ajay Jacob

No that must have been an angel, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

No, she must have been an angel

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

No, she must have been an angel,

Such beauty is hard to find,

You bet I am not joking,

I am captivated by my find.

Some facts cannot be believed,

Some facts should not be shared,

Her face I found so beautiful,

I just stared and stared.

My pen has found its muse,

What more should I write,

I can just sum up,

Bold, beautiful and bright.

The face has the brightness of the sun,

Locks the darkness of night,

Beauty so perfect,

I think it's perfection defined.

You are still the same, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

You are still the same

a poem by Reginald Ajay Jacob, India

You are still the same, beautiful,

I am still the same, coward,

Never had the courage then,

Nor do I have any words.

Yet you still have the power,

Power to inspire my pen,

You will remain my inspiration,

Be it now or then.

When will I gather courage,

To speak out my heart,

Maybe it will remain buried,

In this work of art.

Every letter should not be mailed

Every letter should not be mailed,
Nor should an address be ascribed,
Some letters should convey feelings,
Just for our feelings to be described.

No address to pen down,
Yet a feeling to share,
Tell her that I love her,
If only she can hear.

You are a beauty beyond compare,
You are the throb of my life,
If mirror may fail to prove it,
Then look deep into mine eyes.